Wings of Freedom Creepypasta X Reader

Chapter eleven

Y/n's POV-
{after the war}

I opened my eyes, light through a window shined in my face. I groaned sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I tried to stand but failed. My door opened and walked in Malcom. He helped me out of bed and helped me get dressed, wearing a blindfold of course.

I sat I the living room on the f/c couch. Malcom stood in front of me. "How many were lost?" I asked, voice cracking and raspy.

"Total of five. Luckily it wasn't much."

"List the names of the dead, please."

"Tails Doll,

Clockwork,

Nina the Killer,

Seedeater,

And Killjoy."

My heart stopped. Levi was gone? Malcom seemed to sense this. "While she had time," he said. "She wrote you this." He handed me a folded note. I gently took it and opened it. It said:

Dear Y/n,

When you wake up, I will be gone. But the good news is the war is over, for now. They stil have the prophecy scroll but they won't be able to use it without you. I wanted to say thank you. You felt like an actual friend to me, a real one. I never really had much friends. I trust you. So much I want to tell you this.

In the backyard of your house, buried near the oak tree is a chest, I want you to open it and take what's inside. You will need what's inside for the future. You are a real hero to the pastas, Y/n. You freed us.

You really are the Wings of Freedom.

Love,
Levi BlackRose

I whipped a few stray tears from my eyes. Putting down the letter, I looked up at Malcom. "Can you get me a shovel please?"

"Of course, M'Lady."

I walked outside into my backyard. I ran over to the oak tree and sat down. A few seconds later, Malcom appeared and handed me the shovel. "Thanks, Malcom."

I stood up and plunged the shovel into the ground. About 30 minutes later, the shovel hit a metal box. I threw the shovel and picked up the box. It's the one. Malcom helped me out of the hole. I sat down near the hole and opened the box. Inside was a purple stick. On the stick was a button. Curiosity took over and I pushed the button, luckily when the stick extended and sprouted a blade is didn't hit anyone. It was a scythe. It was so cool looking I dont know how to describe it (picture).

"Looks like Killjoy left you a gift, Lady Y/n." He smiled.

I smiled at him warmly and turned back to the weapon. I looked at it for a moment the pressed the button and it turned back into a stick. Malcom and I started filling the hole. I put the box in my room and left stick in there for when I needed it.

I made sure the dead had a proper burial. We fixed up all the broken things in a couple days. Jack, with the help of Malcom, tended to the wounded pastas.

I visited Levi's grave everyday and give her flowers. I had to return home after a month, but every summer I will comeback. I made sure of it. I will keep them safe, and free. That's why they call me,

Wings of Freedom~

The end....or is it?