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chapter xvi - dance with my hands 'bove my head

liberaté mi amor
- [bloody mary - lady gaga]

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"Wilbur! Go!" Schlatt flicked his hand, gesturing towards the unlocked staircase in a nearby alley.
"We don't know where it leads!" The boy with the chestnut-hair countered, but contradictorily veering forwards and latching onto his crutches. Connor and his smaller replica scooped him up from the side and placed his hands around his waist despite being smaller. Small Schlatt was already speeding up the stairways, beconing the group upwards with his hooves around a grenade, meanwhile tall Schlatt defended them from a hustle of beings.

His oversized hoodie was clawed at by a huge, toxic green spider with ruby eyes. It hissed and slowly deceded as it felt the income of the American's swing of metal. He brushed himself off, and sprinted down the alley, in attempt to not slip on spilt oil. The reek became fainter as he slammed the egress shut, hammering scraps of metal onto the doorframe with his fists.

As he headed up, he peeled down the hood, blowing softly at his bruised and scratched wrists.

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Wilbur sighed heavily as they reached the top of the stairs, sweating profusely and fixing his bandages. He was untouched, and pondered of how the others felt anxiously. The horned man jogged to the edge of the top of the building, signaling to Ted, who winked as they met both their gazes through binoculars.
Connor opened the zip of his backpack, kneeling down and passing out multiple weapons and bandages.

"Careful. Don't get infection in them." He warned tiny Wilbur and handed him substances of all kinds. Specifically bullets and a bandage. He himself equipped a bow and arrow, giving it a confused glare.
"I didn't know people had this here. I thought it would be more developed but I'm not gonna question the Dave guy."

Accelerated breathing and footsteps sounded behind the boy with the yellow sweater and he pivoted to meet eyes with the taller version of his best friend.
"Hi..." He stood, dizzy and nebulous.
"Hi." The brown-haired man with the dark green hoodie and black cap replied.
"Life is a little weird right now."
"Yeah. But when is life not?"

The Britishman trotted forwards and wrapped a bandage around his knuckles, frowning in concentration as he proceeded so.
"Thanks." Schlatt claimed with a soft glow as he finished. He patted the smaller boy's curls. "It feels nice to finally be the taller one."

The American hunched down, grabbing an AK. He fiddled with it, and sorted the bullets neighbouring the objects. He pulled down on the handle to load it, supplying the store with a few bullets.
"Nice..." He breathed heavily, and marched towards the edge of the building, gazing up at the sky as it swirled with grey and mauve.

"This is for fucking with my best friend!" He bellowed, firing rapidly at multiple creatures, met with a howl of terror beneath him. He'd startled Wil, but with a positive effect. The American turned to him, and hoisted his eyebrows, smiling softly. The Brit beamed back.

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It felt like time had stopped, the dusk had paused and the sky was constantly as shaded as before. Wilbur rested his leg and gazed at the eerie, serene, almost, scenario. Below them, Carson finished off the last witch. He twitched with pain from the potion he'd gained and weakly limped off to the medical centre, waving at Ted- who then, signaled to Poke to unblock the door.

Still, Phil brawled multiple golden-skinned, fiery mobs in a frenzy. He seized a piece of rusted iron and preserved himself from the fireballs that were catapulted directly at him. His actions were so amazingly speedy.

"Think it's fairly safe to go down." Schlatt stated after firing a shot at a dark grey, tall skeleton and loading ammo. He centralized his vision on his actions and focused on the bullets. "Most of the worst is gone. I don't expect that it's over though."
"Seems like a good perspective. I say one of us should stay though." Tiny Wilbur replied, gesticulating with his right hand and leaning on a tube with the other.

The man in the hoodie evaluated his opinion, nodding to the side and upraising his right eyebrow, shifting his mouth in agreement.
"So..." Connor inquired. "I mean, I'm pretty much fine with anything. I'm always the wingman anyway." He muttered.

"Wilbur... ehm. Tall Wilbur. I feel like you should stay around." The man with horns tugged at where his tie would be, so instead just brushing off his flowery shirt.
"I get it. I'm a liability." He laughed uncomfortably. He was met with regretful looks by the smaller men, and Schlatt with the cap just looking at him, disappointedly.

"You're joking, right?" Schlatt sighed.
"Yeah. Self-deprecation is my specialty." The Wilbur with the flowery shirt replied, finger gunning him and making a 'tch' sound with his side-smirk.

The others turned away, waving slightly.
"I'll keep you company." He looked to see his smaller self walking forwards and perching himself next to him, passing him some binoculars.
"Oh. Thanks, me." He replied.

"SEE? YOU'RE BEST FRIENDS ALREADY!" Tiny Schlatt's voice echoed through from the staircase and the two Brits exchanged dubious expressions.

"So have you finally found what you always wanted?" The boy with the yellow sweater looked at him with big, round eyes. He had hair just like him. Side-swept, chestnut, and ginger at the ends. Maybe because it was him.
"W-what? You mean bleeding-tears-and- hallucinating type of bullshit? Because no." He responded, studying the horizon and biting his already previously-created sore, immediately making it bleed.

"I mean... Have you finally settled your feeling of... What was it...?" His copy also began to bite his lip. "How do I word it...?"

"Wanderlust?" He suggested, regarding the struggle of his smaller self.

"Y-yeah. We're like twins huh?"
"We're literally the same person."
"That would make us siamese."
Tall Wilbur snapped out of his gaze and horrifiedly looked at himself.
Suddenly, they erupted in a roar of laughter.

"Yeah. We're depressing. Keep scrolling."
"Technically we're just laughing at our own jokes."