My Son {Mcyt, Alt. Traitor Au}

The Lurking Dreams and The Lurking Past

The world burned, the homes and wood burned as the match was lit, as the flint and steel struck each other and the earth. Panic washed over his body as he ran, ran away from the flames that licked at the heels of his boots. The fire burned the place he had started to call home.

His hair whipped in his face as he scanned the burned wood that covered the stone path of L'manberg. Screams filled the land and air, filling his ears as he ran, ran from the impending doom of the death of his loved ones. The screams never ceased as a sob broke out, he whipped around and saw it-

Niki was bent over Wilbur, his body burned and mangled. She screamed into the air as she cried over the man who she had come so accustomed to. His hands shook, unable to look at the two without the feeling of guilt bubbling at the bottom of his stomach and throat.

Niki's gaze snapped towards him:

"Fundy."

He felt the world shatter at the sound of her voice, at the sound of despair and anger that coated the woman's voice.

"You traitor."

Tommy had appeared from behind Fundy, rage filled his eyes as he started at the man who held his head to the ground, gripping at his brown hair.

"I trusted you!"

Tubbo's voice cracked as he placed hands on Fundys shoulders, the ghostly touch only there for a few seconds till the next voice came;

"How could you?"

Eret stood tall, a frown carved deep into his face as he turned his nose up to Fundy, who fell to his knees. Fundy's head whirled, thundering with quickening panic.

"Fundy- Fundy why?"

Jack reached forwards, but Fundy was to far to reach. Fundy screamed as their voices filled his head, slowly the world swirled around him till he only saw Wilbur's body. It dangled from the sky, a black void circling around them.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Look at you!! Look at my baby boy!" Wilbur's laughed melted into a new reality, Fundy felt himself be picked up by Wilbur and be swung around. Wilbur cooed into the small boy's ear, snuggling his son closer to his chest. The boy had yet to learn how to change into a man, so he stayed a cub until the time was right.

Wilbur purred as he scratched at Fundy's ears, smiling as he looked down at the boy who he had taken in and had come to raise. He danced many kisses across Fundy's face, Fundy sobbed.

Wilbur did not seem to hear the sounds of his boy crying, he only continued to announce praises into his ears. Fundy clutched at Wilbur's uniform, unable to close his eyes as he watched Wilbur's face melt-

Burns grew and his face contorted into a scream as he dropped Fundy- who had become a man once he slammed against the black voids solid ground. He scooted back, crawling away from the screaming general whose face, hands, and body burned and shriveled. Fire rose from the void, engulfing the man who had called a father. Fundy could feel the heat from the place he sat. Something bubbled in his throat and chest:

Fundy screamed.

Sweat had drenched almost every inch of Fundy's body as he screamed and slammed forwards. He held his head in his hands, breath heavy, trying to control the sorrow that leaked out of his eyes and mouth. Tears slowly fell against he cheeks as footsteps slammed against the hallways Stoney tiles.

The door slammed open-

Wilbur.

"Fundy-! Fundy are you alright?" Wilbur hurried over to the Side of Fundy's bed, looking around if there had been any intruders.

"I- i am fine Wilbur," Fundy could not bare to look at Wilbur, he could only see his face as he screamed as the fire burned each part of his skin. He pushed Wilbur away, keeping his head down, "Just a dream."

Wilbur frowned as he sat next to Fundy, "If you need to talk-"

"I said I'm fine, Wilbur."

Wilbur moved to grab Fundy's hand, taking the cold hand into his own warm ones. His thumb danced over the rough, calloused hands of the boy. Wilbur sighed;

"Sometimes I wish that I could've changed things."

Fundy didn't turn.

"Sometimes I wish I had been better to you."

"Don't say that," Fundy whispered, "You were amazing, those were the good times."

Wilbur smiled sadly, "Yes. But I do wish I could've taken those times with us, to this new country."

Fundy finally looked up, staring at the man who sat next to him. His father.

"It all started on a day like any other," Fundy's eyes went wide as the sound of Wilbur's voice, singing, "All the salmon had swum to the sea. When my lover, she darted away down the stream with the heart she'd taken from me."

Wilbur rubbed his thumbs across Fundy's hands, calming down the man whose sweat had run cold, "And my chest though it ached, there was hope, a little beacon of light." Wilbur smiled as he felt Fundy drift closer, closer to the man who held his hands like he was going to lose him. "Though my sunniest days were now stolen away, I still had our son by my side and as he looked up at me with those wondering eyes, I just knew that I must protect him with my life and make a land that is good and a land that is free for the better of you and of me."

Fundy choked as he felt Wilbur raise a hand to rubbed the back of his head. Just like the days by the beach.