The Tracks ♡ ... (Glitchtrap/WA's Soul x Reader) ... (On Hold)

In Hell I'll Be In Good Company

Just like the last time you came, William was waiting at the tracks for you.

It had only been two days since you last visited, but you had a thought that you just couldn't get out of your head.

Again, he turned around to greet you, waving you over with a smile.

"Back again already?" He smirked. "Can't get enough of ya, sadly." You said, matching his expression with a grin.

"Oh, really?" He snarked, but he bumped you shoulders together as you sat down, a playful smile dressing his face.

"So," He looked in your eyes, his expression softening. "What'd you really wanna talk about?"

You huffed, your smile still present. "It's honestly kinda concerning you know me that well already."

"Yeah?" You nodded. "But anyway.." You sighed. He hummed, urging you to continue, looking worried. "I've just been caught up about what you said the other a day."

He looked confused. "What do you mean? About me being a sinner?" You shrugged but nodded shortly after. "Yeah, that. I don't know. It just irks me a little."

"What about it?" You huffed out a breath. "You're just so.." You shook your head, "You're so nice," You looked to him, taking his cold hand in your own. "and I can't think of something that could make me hate you." You let out a breathy laugh, "Not somethin' I could see you doing at least."

He chuckled. "Yeah? Nothing?" You shook your head. "Nope. I couldn't see you doing anything without a reason." He smiled. "Glad you have faith in me." He looked back out to the horizon with soft but sad expression, and you followed his gaze, squeezing his hand from its place in your own.

.

You and William just sat there together, cracking jokes and chatting about whatever came to mind.

"Y'know what, William?" He hummed, looking to you with a raised eyebrow.

"Would we still be friends if I was a worm?" He looked at you incredulously for a moment before rubbing at his temples.

"Why in the hell are you asking me this?" He said, looking back at you with a bewildered expression.

"I wanna know if you really care." You pouted, and he shoved your head away from him. "You wouldn't be my friend?"

"No. No, I wouldn't."

.

The sun was setting, and it was past your curfew, but you couldn't be bothered to leave.

You still wanted to bring up the other thing that William said that day.

"Hey, Will?" You looked at him from your position of laying on the ground, which he quickly mimicked before looking to you. "Yeah? Please don't ask about the worm thing again."

You chuckled. "No, no. This is about what you said the other day."

"Didn't we already talk about that? Is there something else on your mind?" You nodded. "Shoot."

"It's about you saying that I'm a saint, I don't really agree with that either." He looked a little less surprised this time.

"I don't think I'd make it to heaven, honestly. I'd probably get a door in the face." You chuckled, looking ahead as you spoke. "As you said, misfortune is drawn to the bitter."

"No, you're not the type of person that'd happen to. It's more a matter of morale rather than right from wrong or legality." He explained.

"You think so?" He nodded, looking into your eyes. "Of course. What do you think truly determines if we go to heaven or hell? If God is real, that is." You chuckled.

"I don't know completely. I honestly think there isn't a set of rules that would determine that." You sighed, looking to the horizon.

"I think it’s a mix of our personal experiences, the culture we grow up in, and something deeper within us as humans." He said, looking ahead as well. "Sure, society gives us guidelines, but what really drives us to make moral choices?" You contemplated for a moment.

"Our own moral compass?" He nodded at your answer. "Exactly. If you make a conscious decision to do something wrong, that's what makes you a bad person." He smiled, looking back to you.

"That's why I think you'd go to Heaven."

"Maybe so, but I could always mess up down the road." You said, sighing.

"Again, if anything, it's a matter of intention. I don't think you're the type of person to purposefully hurt others." He grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. "You're kind-hearted."

You smirked at him. "You really do have a lot of preconceptions about me, huh?" He chuckled. "What's your point? I'm pretty sure they're all right."

"Well, what if I end up being a sinner as you put it?" You asked.

He shrugged, matching your smirk with a grin.

"Then in Hell I'll be in good company."