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Together in Misery(A & kinda R)

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(I will put a trigger warning now that there is abuse towards the furry here. Remember, this is simply a fic and in no way do I tolerate abuse of any sort.)

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The ginger male stood on a dock, viewing the soft waving of the glistening water, the light mirroring in his copper(?) brown eyes.

"Are you sure, Wilbur..?"
The Dutch male spoke, looking to the taller brunette who stood behind him. A smirk disappeared from Wilbur's face, his red eyes staring down at his fox son, the one person he never cared about.

"Oh believe me, I'll treat you well..I'm ready to be a father!"
The British man spoke softly, but something in his eyes showed manipulation, something fake. Fundy caught onto that and he was done with how people treated him, done with being manipulated, done with being hurt. Fundy smiled, it was fake but he knew Wilbur wouldn't know that, Wilbur didn't know shit about him.

"Cmon, Wilbur, let's go to old Lmanburg.."
Fundy said in a small voice, standing up and beginning to walk before any protest. They walked to the old country, Fundy climbed onto a wooden fence ledge of what remained. He looked down to the large cliff, a fall from this height would easily kill him.

"Fundy- haha, what are you doing?-.."
Wilbur laughed nervously as he looked at his child, but the child didn't answer. He remembered when the fox was younger, he used to just push Fundy away and go do his own thing.

Before he could answer, a familiar figure steps next to Wilbur which makes Fundy go into shock and let himself drop hastily. Will grimaced seeing Dream, the man who hurt and tortured his brother. Dream grabbed the fox at last second, holding his hand tight as the foxes eyes were filled with tears.

The masked man was about to speak but no– Wilbur shoves him down in sudden rage, he hadn't thought about the consequences of his son being under Dream. Wilbur only thought, well if Dream died his brother would be free and he could share in victory with him. As panic filled Fundy and sudden regret twisted in Dreams' expression, Dream quickly moved so Fundy was wrapped in his arms. Dream moved Fundy over him so he'd take the blow of the fall, thinking maybe– just maybe he could save the fox.

Fundys mind only fell on whether he felt this would make up for what happened, if this made up for the marriage.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain, Dream died quickly on impact. His mask cracked and the corner broke off, only for Fundys last view is Dreams freckled face, that sweet sad smile be splattered with blood. There wasn't time to decipher whose blood it was before Fundys vision went black. A stick that went through Dreams chest stabbed through Fundys throat, they both died the instant their injuries happened, and Wilbur was simply watching blankly over the edge.

Wilbur felt a small guilt from his son's death, maybe it wasn't small, maybe it really was a bigger guilt, it was something he felt he did wrong. Yet, he couldn't help but feel satisfied as here..Dream only merely had his last life. The wind picked up a bit and the sunset began, the orange glow of the sun on Wilbur's soft expression and stitched up face, he pulled out a cigar and began to walk to Tommy's location.

A dark, dark place..The sky was pitch black, there wasn't much around but a field of grass, a few yellow, orange and green plants around. Fundys opened his eyes, he looked at his hands with a gasp. He was able to see through himself, he was a ghostly pale and had dark colored liquid over him. He assumed it was some form of representation of blood, he knew what this place was. It was a limbo, he somehow knew he was dead but that also meant..