❛❛𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝❜❜ || SBG Oneshots

𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧. (DangerDance)

A/N: DangerDance = Aidlyn :)
This ship name is not my idea, I found it somewhere else and thought it was perfect for them

I haven't given y'all heart-crushing angst in a while, so this chapter will be angsty🙂‍↕️

TW: Blood/Gore, Needle
Viewer discretion is advised.

Now, let the angst begin...

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙊𝙑:

The dimensions shifted, and Tyler's shot open. He gagged and coughed, the overwhelming taste of copper filled his mouth. It was his own blood, that fact was clear enough to the boy. Tyler gasped for air, 'I- I can feel the tree scraping each time I breathe...' he thought. '...How am I not dead?'

He moved his legs around, hoping to find some form of support so he could pull himself up. The boy paused when his shoes made contact with something firm, '...is this a branch?" he wondered, placing both feet on the branch sticking out of the tree.

'...If I can push up, can I get myself off?' Tyler could barely breathe, he continued to gasp for air. His mouth was covered in blood and his eyes were full of tears. His thought process was interrupted by a nearby rustling sound coming from the bushes.

He froze and slowly turned around, the rustling noise continued until a phantom came into view, it was looking directly at him and smiling eerily. 'A phantom!' Tyler thought, adrenaline coursed through his veins.

He needed to get off that tree.

The phantom immediately charged at him, getting closer by the second. 'I NEED TO GET DOWN!' he thought, placing both hands on the branch beneath him, Tyler used all the strength he could muster to push himself up. 'GET ME OFF!' He screamed in agony the more his body lifted up off of the branch. The pain overwhelmed his adrenaline, Tyler paused his movements for a moment to gasp for air.

The sound of a boot tapping against the ground caught the phantom's attention, the monster turned around. It was immediately met by a blade to the side of the head, the blade of a boot.

Ashlyn's boot.

Tyler groaned, pain pierced through every fiber of his being. "Tyler! Are you--" whatever Ashlyn was about to say was cut short when she caught sight of Tyler. Her face paled, a bit of Tyler's blood dripped onto her cheek.

Aiden's voice in the distance snapped Ashlyn back to reality, "Ash! Where are you??" he shouted. The blonde appeared from the bushes, Ashlyn turned around. "Oh, there you are--" Aiden was interrupted by Ashlyn running towards him and frantically searching through the bag on his shoulder.

"Where's the syringe?!" She questioned, rummaging through their supplies. "What's wrong?" Aiden wondered. By now, the others had caught up to the two. They all looked up at the sight in front of them, now understanding why Ashlyn was so panicked.

The sight was so disturbing.

Ben started coughing, he leaned against the tree for support. Logan was hunched over with his hands on his knees, he was gagging and trying his hardest not to vomit right there. Taylor immediately fell to the ground sobbing. The only ones who were barely managing to keep it together were Aiden and Ashlyn. The two of them got to work on setting up a ladder, Aiden held it steady at the base while Ashlyn climbed it.

"Ash, you steady?" Aiden queried, his voice was shaken up. "Y-Yeah." Ashlyn replied, her voice sounded similar to Aiden's. The girl stood at the top of the ladder, trying her hardest to keep herself together, the sight of Tyler's impaled body was even worse up close. "We're going to get you down... okay?" she choked out, hoping her words provided at least a little bit of reassurance. Ashlyn pressed the needle into Tyler's skin, injecting the sedative into his shoulder.