Replay || Minecraft Youtubers AU

Chapter 35

Skeppy POV:
"Skeppy?" Bad whispered hoarsely, hand reaching out. Instinctively, I leaned into it, wet tears staining against him. He moved his thumb up, wiping them away.

From beside me, Wilbur wrapped an arm around Tommy, who began sobbing into his shoulder. Deo just sat there, frozen in shock.

"You have to go..." Bad murmured, sitting up a little, "the CEO is just 4 floors above."

I shook my head, left arm going up to wipe my tears. They leaked onto my sleeves.

"I don't care about the CEO...I want to stay here with you!" My voice trembled and cracked. I had never felt such despair before. Bad seemed to smile sadly at that. He released a soft breath, before pulling me into an embrace. It was insanely warm, but I didn't care. I just clutched onto him tightly, as if my life depended on it.

"It's okay Skeppy...It's okay..." he mumbled breathily, pulling away. Glancing up, I was met with his captivating, forest green eyes. His mouth tugged into a slight smile.

Oh god.

And at that moment, time seemed to stop. I found myself leaning in, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Gentle and slow. They were flaming, seeming to scorch into me. Moving my hands up, I cupped his cheek, pulling closer. A single, wet tear rolled down his face. He let out a soft whimper, before kissing me back passionately.

Pulling away, he pressed a forehead into my neck. A stain of tears formed into my hoodie.

"I don't want to die..." he squeaked sadly, voice trembling, "I don't want..."

I shook my head, wrapping my arms around his heating body.

"You're not going to, okay? You're gonna be okay."

He let out a soft breath, shaking his head a little.

He sighed, before whispering, "You have to go...please."

Wilbur's POV:
It didn't take long, before Bad passed out. He was still breathing, just barely alive. Even so, there was nothing we can do. We had to get moving. And quickly.

Skeppy just sat there emptily for a couple moments, just clutching Bad's hand. I felt a pang of sadness and pity go through me. Bad didn't deserve this.

After awhile, Skeppy stood up, eyes more determined than ever.

"Let's go," he said, "The sooner we finish, the sooner Bad gets help," Despite the cheery voice, there was a broken smile on his face.

We all began to leave, when suddenly, Tommy interjected. He had a troubled frown on his face.

"I'll stay behind..." he muttered. We all turned to him, confused.

"Why?" Deo asked, tilting his head. He just looked down sheepishly.

"It's just... I'm a nonproject..." he said sadly, "I wish I wasn't... but I am."

No one said a word.

"And..." he trailed off for a second, before looking up meekly.

"If Techno's alive, I want to be there," he said firmly, straightening up.

Skeppy nodded, giving a sympathetic smile.

"It's for the best," I said, giving Tommy a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

Deo looked more skeptical, but eventually agreed reluctantly.

"You sure you'll be okay?" he asked, glancing back as we began leaving. He nodded.

"I'll watch over Bad as well."

Deo's POV:
I had a strange feeling that leaving Tommy behind wasn't a good idea. I couldn't put a finger on why. I was certain he wouldn't get attacked, but I still felt uneasy. Almost as if we were in danger because he didn't come.

Perhaps it was because of the tension in the room. I couldn't see, so I usually relied on sound and room atmosphere. As of the moment, neither Skeppy or Wilbur was talking. And the air felt like weights on my shoulder.

"You know, you should've stayed behind as well," Wilbur said, interrupting the silence. I inferred that he was speaking to me.

"Maybe," I replied, the feeling of unease still lied inside me.

I was going to stay behind earlier, but my gut told me not to.

When we finally got to the 40th, last floor, we noticed the room was empty.

"That's strange... he should be here...?" Skeppy said. He seemed to be surveying the walls.

"We didn't see him go down, and there's no way out from here," I added, confirming his confusion.

Skeppy clicked on his earpiece, only, it buzzed before seeming to crack.

He cursed.

"It must have broke earlier..."

From beside me, I can hear Wilbur rustling through the desk, seeming to be searching. I just plopped myself onto an armchair near the front. There was not much for me to do anyways.

After a few moments of silence, I felt a sudden rush of panic, a vision seemed to burst inside my head.

"Watch out!" I yelled, shoving in the general direction of Skeppy. He fell with a 'THUD!'

Wilbur's POV:
My hand gripped tightly around the syringe gun in my hand. It had missed the test shot.

From in front of me, Deo had pushed Skeppy out of the way. He kept his eyes down, for it was pointless for him to look anyways. Skeppy, however, was gazing up at me, shocked.

"What are you doing, Wilbur?!" he shouted, a pleading look in his eyes. My heart clenched a little.

I felt my hands begin to tremble around the gun.

"Don't move..." I gritted.

Skeppy gave me a confused look, "aren't we friends?"

I froze for a second, hesitating. It was the same question he had asked when we first met. Before I regained my memory. A flurry of guilt stirred within me, just for a second.

Shoving it down, I responded, "no. We're not. Not in this timeline. Not in the last."