‖𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝒚𝒐𝒖，𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣︐𝙩 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝙞𝙩‖
Y\n has lost so much. . .including herself.
Contains season 1- half way through season 2 as of Sep 28 2024.
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7| Alone in the world.
(song playing: ‘Train Wreck’) “Pull me out the train wreck” Third person pov.
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Ben sits up, rubbing his head, “What the. . .” he muttered, rubbing his head, “Bumpy. . .? Oh Bumpy!” he exclaimed, “Wheres everyone else?” he asked, looking around, A hopeful glint in his eyes, when he doesn't see anyone, it fades immediately, “Bumpy. . .where is everyone else!?” he yells then stands up.
“Darious! Guys!” he yells, “Anybody! Help!” he yells, then sits down and pulls his knees to his chest, there was a rustle, “Ah!” A twig snapped, “Ah!”
Ben looked around, and then just started crying, he was alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. He was gonna die.
. . .
After a long time of him sitting there and wallowing in his self pity, he drew in a shaky breath.
He pulled the leaves out of his hair and off his face, looking down at himself— how did he survive? He wondered, his brows furrowed and he sat fully up.
His hand reached for his ever-present dork pouch, only to find it gone— he had left it on the Monorail. His eyes widened.
“No! No, no, no, no, no!” he exclaimed, dragging his fingers through hair and down his face, he then went to check his watch— only to find it gone as well.
He curled up in a ball, his blue eyes wide as he hugged himself tightly. “its gonna be ok, its gonna be ok, its gonna be ok.” he repeated over, and over, and over, and over. Til finally he let himself fall on his side, still hugging his knees to his chest.
He turned his head to the side, looking for Y·N and needing one of her hugs. Thats when he remembered he was alone, Y·N was probably halfway home, and already forgot about him.
A single tear traced a path down his cheek and down his neck, finding a home at his shirt collar and soaking into the blue fabric.
Bumpy put her feet on his knees, cooing gently, but Ben didn't have the motivation to get up, the motivation to live. He honestly just wanted to lie there, waiting for someone to show up and save him, like always.
But there was no one, he was alone, and he had to accept that Y·N or anyone else would come and be his knight in shining armor, so he sat up, cracking his knuckles and inspecting his surroundings.
