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chapter xiii - world alone

if a mirror is parallel how come you appear the same? or maybe you don't...?

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Swiveling intimately, the void began to expand. Wilbur could only kneel and watch, inevitable. That's what it all was.

Regret travelled through his veins as he started to knead his fingers, bringing them up to his scalp. The nails dug through his skin and he bent, sobbing violently.

The thing is, he still had no clue as to what was happening. He was entirely confuzzled.

naïve.
Hauntingly, it spiralled through his mind. His eyes opened, swelled, webbed with tears. He wanted to stop it, he had no clue how, but his migraine began to take over.

The vision before him of the peculiar cubed world swirled and expanded, and he felt himself oozing out of this strange dream

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[ irl switch ]

On the other side of the land, on the shore, Poke screamed.
"FUCK! What the FUCK is that?" He panicked, flailing his arms almost comically, jumping into Ty's arms, whom was caught offguard but nevertheless cradled the man.
He soon caught the sight, and dropped Poke harshly on the floor, sprinting off to Cooper.

In the blink of an eye, they all gathered together, barracading themselves against the half-repaired boat. Connor, the only one who had remained calm and sophisticated, contemplated the black hole. He saw no deeper than a translucent image of a world he misunderstood.

Disrupted, Carson came jogging towards the shore, bending over and leaning on his thighs, catching his breath.
"D-did y-" He wheezed out, and Connor stopped him.
"Yes. We indeed have eyesight." He snapped, and the blonde retorted.
Briefly, the entirety of the group were huddled together in one, Schlatt hanging on to dear life from Carson.

The only one who stood ankle-deep in the ocean was Wilbur. He glared forwards, experiencing deja-vu.

"Wil, you gotta hide!" Travis commanded anxiously. The man ignored, shifting closer.
He began to neglect the group, struggling through the water, and they all stared on the edge.

The void- or whatever it was- was within an arm's length, and he was already neck-deep in the water. Schlatt untangled himself and began running.

"Wilbu-" He exclaimed, launching himself at him, pulling both of them into the hole. Warping, it regained its status, as if nothing had transmitted through.

Silence swept through the group, apart from the tingling of the ocean.

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[ irl switch ]

Twitching.
It twitched.
Only subtly, but the action was visible.
The man on the chair didn't notice.
More twitching.
Both his fore-limbs began to twitch.

A minimal shuffle trespassed through the silence. The boy had thrown his head to the side.
Then he noticed.

Tear-stained, Schlatt hoisted his face up from his palms, blinking, bewildered.
A sigh escaped the boy's lips as his eyelids began to twitch. The lashes on the edge of the lid began to twitch as well.

A dreadful, and gurgling cough came out of him, and he tugged his hand at his head, groaning. Finally, both his eyes open as they adapted to the lighting of the room.

"Wilbur..." Schlatt whispered feebly, his voice breaking. Wil could spot his pupils shrinking in size as he returned a poor grin, an upturnt curve of his lips. His heartbeat had become stable.

The American pressed himself forward, hugging the Brit tightly but softly. His migraine increased but he enjoyed that moment.

"Y-you... You were diagnosed with Haemolacria." Schlatt mumbled into his ear, the breath he'd been holding in had clearly been released.
"What's that?"
"A- A blood clot got blocked inside your head, behind your eyes directly, slightly further closer to the side of your head. Apparently you hallucinated, and you cried blood tears." He choked out.

"Oh...fuck..." He tugged at his split lip with his teeth. "I-I'm sorry."
"Wilbur, what the fuck? Don't be sorry, you should feel bad about how you treat yourself, I'm fine now!" He sat back, slapping the boy's left arm lightly.

The demon... No, him. It was right. He was self destructive. Maybe that was why he started tearing at his scalp in that... fever dream.

"Schlatt I-" He paused, debating whether to tell him. Hesitantly, he continued.
"I saw voids. A voice, my voice started speaking to me, and told me about my life choices, and some stuff like... What was it? Parallels?" He coughed mid-way through.

"What the fuck? Bro, I don't understand..."
"I sound insane. But please believe me... There was a void. One which looked like you looking at my 'corpse' and the other which looked like... A cube world. And people from SMPLive were there!"
"I don't know if I believe it."

"The parallels had been interrupted, Schlatt." As soon as he said that, a loud bang was heard from outside, like an explosion.