mcyt [self insert] || oneshots

fundy / look what you've done

this takes place before shit blew up

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"I've always hated these kinds of days," you muttered under your breathe, clutching your arms as you looked up at the foreboding sky.

The air was chilly, and even during midday was there an absurd lack of sunlight.

You were on your way to your bunker beneath Manberg, a place only you knew of—you and one other.

The once-thriving nation was barren, not a single person nor animal in sight. The black, obsidian flag's shadow loomed over the land condescendingly.

You briefly scanned the area before entering, and searched for the humble spruce that marked the entrance of your destination.

There it stood, weak and lonely, yet it was one of the few things that hadn't changed since Schlatt took power.

You circled to the back side of the tree and lifted a rusted trapdoor in the ground. Slowly climbing down the ladder rung by rung, you began to feel some kind of warmth.

Am I hallucinating?

You quickened your pace and hopped off the third step to the ground.

Your eyes widened with terror when you found the source of heat.

"(y/n)—"

"What... What hell are you doing, Fundy?!" you thundered and ran to the blazing fire in the center of the room.

A large pile of books, now only lumps of ash and charcoal, burnt in the merciless flames. Fundy lowered his head for his hat to cover his eyes.

"Is that everything? All of them?!" You violently ran your hands through your hair in a state of panic.

Fundy said nothing.

"You... why? WHY would you do that?!" You took a step toward the fox. "You knew how important those are to me!"

Years of writing dissipated in the grey smoke as it funneled out the room. The treaty Dream signed to conclude the first war of L'manberg, the book Tubbo wrote to you when he went to explore the wilderness with Tommy, the journal you and Niki composed together to mark the New Year—it was unsalvageable.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you exclaimed, "You were the ONE—the ONE person I trusted with this god-forsaken room! And you did THE WORST thing... you could have possibly done."

Your blood boiled with rage as your eyes stung with tears. Fundy's gaze remained glued to his feet as your grip on his collar loosened.

"Why...? Why would you do that?" your voice trembled as your anger slowly turned to sorrow. "It's all I ask."

Again, you received no response of his.

"LOOK AT ME AND GIVE ME A GOD DAMN ANSWER, FUNDY."

Fundy tilted his head up, his eyes red with tears that were yet to break. "Look, (y/n)... I—"

The man cut himself off.

You briefly paused before continuing, "You what?"

"I-I didn't want..." Fundy breathed, his voice nothing but a whisper.

"You didn't want what? Speak up!"

"I DIDN'T WANT TO!" he snapped in distress.

The tears finally broke from his eyes as they dripped down his chin. You were taken aback as you released his collar.

"I-I'm sorry..." A heavy feeling of guilt crushed your shoulders.

"I had no fucking choice, (y/n)! Had I not burned them all, Schlatt would've had my head on a damn stake!" Fundy exclaimed, clutching his palm to his chest.

"I'm one of the few people he really trusts, and I'd like to maintain that position. As far as anyone knows, my loyalty lies with him. I do as I'm told—nothing more, nothing less."

You slowly looked between him and the dying flames, unaware of what to say.

"We really can't go back to how it was before, can we?" you quietly sighed.

"No... we can't."

You heaved a sigh before turning around and heading for the exit. "...You're on the wrong side of history, Fundy."

Fundy adjusted the journal beneath his coat. "Goodbye, (y/n)."