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chapter xiv - final countdown

worry.

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Catapulting himself out of the white sheets in the pale lighting, the man propped onto his left leg, ready to place the other but then hissing and squinting at the feeling.
"Fuck! Wilbur I forgot to tell you, you broke your leg!"
"How? I have no memory of that whatsoever!"
"When you collapsed and went into the coma I don't think you felt the snap."
"Shit! Pass me a crutch... please." He slithered in pain.

Outside, a large vale blew and the trees shook, the dusk rising. In assistance, the man passed the boy his clothing back and personally ran out of the room, looking for something sharp. He didn't know what was happening, but he was sure he had to prepare. Nearby, leaning near repair tools, was a silver wrench. He seized it, passing it around in his hands and smiling wickedly.

Sprinting back in a rush, he turned his black cap around his head, and covered it with his dark green hoodie. There, he was met with the the Brit in his old clothes which were roughly torn. He had the same floral shirt, jean shorts, sandals and bloody bandages wrapped around his head. He limped weakly yet determinedly on his crutch, doing his best.

"Okay this will seem gay, but trust me." Schlatt winked, hoisting his bud bridal style, and sprinting down the stairs of the building.

All the doctors, nurses and patients were gone. An eerie emptiness filled the main lobby as they swept past outside, with Schlatt quickly passing Wilbur down.

Evacuation, seemingly.
In the corner of his eye, he spotted a brown-haired man with glasses and a hammer in hand heading forth. The boy beside limped towards the guy.

"Dave! I'm so happy you're here!" The boy practically pushed himself into an embrace with 'Dave'. Suddenly, the American realized; Technoblade.

They shared a grin, Dave preferably not questioning his state.

"Do you know what this is?" Schlatt fiddled with the wrench, gaping nervously at what seemed like the void.
"No, of course not. But I think your companion here does." The other American responded wittily.

The boy nodded, sighing, as if out of guilt.
"As I said, the parallels were interrupted. My doing, I'm not sure how though."
"So this is some gate to another dimension?"
"Presumably yes. And we have to figure out how to stop it."

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[ irl switch ]

Roaring, the colours of the area swiveled.
"Wilbur! Is this a fucking acid trip?" Were the last words heard until the sight before them dissolved. A new world opened before them.

"I-is this... A second parallel?" The horned-man guessed quizzically. Before them, three figures stood. Unknown, yet so familiar.
The boy in the yellow sweater skipped forwards and cautiously approached them, as the taller figures retreated, alarmed.

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"Holy crap! Is that me?" Wilbur tripped on his crutches, nearly hitting the ground, with the man in the green hoodie catching him.
"And that's me! What the fuck?"

"Why do I not get a tiny version of myself?"
"There can be only one." Tiny Schlatt said fondly. "Wilbur what the fuck, is that you?" He switched his gaze between the 2 metre tall man and the one that was three-quarters his size. Which made him even shorter.

Scratching behind his horns, he stepped up to the fur-less replica of himself, gazing up at him with large, round eyes.
"Do I know you?" He crossed his arms and scratched his chin. "Huh. I always pictured myself to have a stubble."

"I'm you. You're my... Minecraft 'character'?"
"Character? That's not very stonks of you. Article 8 remember?"
"Even fictional me is a political nerd."

Techno watched as this confusing occurance unfolded before him, his eyebrows edging in confusion.

"How is this even possible?!" Both Wilburs exclaimed in unison, pivoting at each other, pointing and opening their mouths in shock.

Promptly, out of the glitching void, fell out multiple more figures, along with that, a flock of what seemed like...

"Minecraft mobs? GLITCHED?" Dave screamed, grabbing and aiming his hammer.