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❦︎𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 18❦︎.

Bonus Sequel from Chapter 16

Ender and Wither are dating, unfortunately Wither has a dark secret of his past when he's traumatized that he still human after the hypothetical incident of awaken his hacking ability.

"Fuck!"

Ender jerked awake, banging his head against the stone wall behind him in his haste. "W-what?" He said, blinking in bewilderment as he looked around.

Wither was sitting up, hand to his forehead, his pale face swimming into Ender's vision as he regained consciousness.

"We slept the whole night." Wither replied, looking around quickly, and then at the door, "Get up!"

Still half asleep, Ender struggled to his feet, trying to gather his wits, "oh my wither, you need to calm yourself down." He mumbled.

"Calm down? Endy, herobrine is probably going to be here any moment." Wither said loudly, hitting Ender's arm, "Wake. Up!"

Impatient, Ender grabbed Wither's wrists, pausing his tirade, and trapping him in place, "Wither. Stop. It's the weekend. No classes. No Herobrine."

The boy, who had previously looked panicked, seemed to relax slightly, although his chest still rose and fell heavily. "Sorry." He said quietly, brow furrowing slightly, "I don't know- that just freaked me out."

Ender sighed, and let go of him quickly. Here they went again. "What did? Waking up with me?"

Wither only wrapped his arms around himself, hesitating, "No- well, you are Enderman."

"Oh, you're only just noticing this now?" Ender replied dryly, clicking his tongue, "Damn, Wither, no wonder you need something."

"Shut up." Wither replied softly, running a hand through his hair, "That's not what I meant."

Stepping closer, Ender tilted his head. As if he wasn't going to challenge this. "Then tell me what you mean."

Wither stared at him, "Well, we used to hate each other. Now, we don't. It's all very sudden."

Ender couldn't help but narrow his eyes, not liking the way in which the conversation was going. What the hell was Wither on about?

"Wither. I'm not sure if you remember it, but we've kissed. More than once. I have no idea where all this is coming from."

"We didn't even talk about it!" Wither argued, and Ender wasn't sure, but the boy almost looked hysterical, "It just happened! Things like that don't just happen!"

But Ender had had enough. He grabbed the shorter hacker by collar of his shirt, and pushed him back against the wall behind him, forcing him to listen, to see. Maybe Ender was just delirious. Maybe he was just doing this to himself. But he couldn't control it- it was this crazy, chaotic paranoia, telling him he was about to lose everything.

"Right." He said, calmly, "Let's talk then. I am Enderman. You are Wither Skeleton. We hated each other. We didn't hate each other a little less. I kissed you. You had no objection to said kissing, therefore I assumed you didn't mind, and encouraged any feelings I had towards you. Tadah!"

Wither only swallowed, shifting uncomfortably, eyes darting about. His pupils reminded Ender of tadpoles, desperately crashing against the pitch confines of their pond. Wanting to escape. From the taller teleporter?... Maybe.

"But-" Wither began to say after a pause, voice now a whisper.

"You want an explanation?" Ender growled, holding his gaze, "I don't know. Shit happened. It's a miracle." He took a deep breath, "But if you don't want anything to do with me, then you better back out now. Because, you know, that may be a bit hard, as I'm supposed to be looking after you. Your lack of commitment won't stop mine."