hello!! I made a story that's definitely longer than most of my other stories so I hope you enjoy this! I also have a dsmp oneshot book that I've made but temporarily put on hold for this book so I hope you enjoy it!
edit: I don't support Wilbur for...
How long had it been since I had woken up from whatever that was? A week? A month? Probably closer to a week if I'm going to be honest with you. But it still didn't feel that long.
I was beginning to pull on the outfit I had thrown together. It was probably the best one I could muster with my limited resources and the fact that I wasn't about to go outside to get something else. Niki said she could just bring an outfit for me and I reluctantly agreed. I hated it when she had to do something to help me. But I prefer that over someone hurting me.
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I was finally satisfied with my hairdo and peaked out of my door. Tech and Phil were leading three horses to the front of the house.
'The calm before the storm is a time to take a deep breath, to steady oneself for whats to come.'
Some shit was going to go down at this ball, there was no doubt. But how did the crows in my mind already know what to scream at my rattled brain? How were they already aware that I was going to glare Death in the face every time I caught sight of anyone from the Smp?
"Y/n! Your horse is ready." Phil called, making me jump pretty high. I nodded and grabbed my bag which held several books and notes and journals. Why do I say notes when I meant letters? Letter for everyone that I have befriended or been betrayed by or just been straight up bullied by.
Everyone in all of the kingdoms and nations and villages were well aware that there never has or never will be a good event to happen on the face of this planet. We all knew they ended in death or imprisonment. Sometimes both.
I could feel the bitter cold nip at my nose as I stepped out the door. That was one thing that had happened since I had been in that trance of sorts. My pain tolerance has lowered again, which concerned Tech, Niki, and Phil. Of course I was worried, but I was pretty glad when I could feel myself again, like I had when I was a tot.
The silence was not at all soothing, like it was for most people. Tech and I were talking about how it just heightened the crows in our head. It was unbearable for me, and annoying to Tech. But I'm also not a global superpower. I'm just a kid who's crying over bits of words and quotes. But then again, the phrases are slurred together and are being bellowed into my ears.
"Try not to zone out, Y/n. The snows getting a bit worse." Phil reminded me, snapping me back into my senses. Stay alert, stay alert, stay alert. Don't allow the voices to keep shouting in your ears. Tech told me he yells back at the crows and orders them to stay away. Mine don't work like that which is the biggest road block I've ever hit.
I began to hum a small song to try to keep myself awake, which led to Phil and Tech copying me. It was a song that we had all sung hundreds of times when Tech, Tommy, Wil, and I sang when we were kids. We probably sung it thousands of times. It never grew old to us, especially when Tommy would start to scream at the top of his lungs every few nights. Lord, those were the days. Of course we sang other songs, but this one is our favorite and always will be.
