To those of you in the last chapter that said M/n ripping Bad's throat out was hot...

I see you.

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/M/n's POV/

I sighed as I laid in my bed. God, why did I do that?

Thinking back, there were so many other things I could have done to escape that situation. The power I used has major backlash, it knocks you out cold for a few days.

You just had to go with the violent option, didn't you? I thought to myself, burying my face into my hands. I hissed in pain as I felt the arrow move in my arm.

That's it, I'm getting it out now.

Putting my hand over the annoying projectile, I gritted my teeth.

This is a stupid idea.

Placing my fingers near the entrance wound, I grabbed the shaft and pulled. I let out a guttural growl as it came out halfway, but it was still partially stuck. Luckily, whoever shot me had decided to not use a barbed arrowhead, or else I would have never gotten it out.

Tugging again, I hissed as the arrow came all the way out. Wiping my silver blood off the arrow tip with my sleeve, I inspected it.

"Shit," I muttered, staring at the green tinge of the arrowhead. Poisoned. Of course, it was. Ripping apart parts of my suit, I tied it around the wound, pulling it tight. It stung, but it was better than nothing.

Pushing against the door of my cell, it swung open. Walking down the hallway, I twisted and turned, corner after corner. My left hand traced the walls, occasionally drifting over the vines. The flash of silver on my finger caught my attention, and I smiled.

My wedding ring.

Taking the ring inbetween two of my fingers, I fiddled with it. Even after all that, it stayed on. I wonder if Ghostbur was still wearing his...

Shaking my head, I continued onwards. I came to a small door and cracked it open. This one was... different, to say the least. The entire room was covered in a mix of End stone and obsidian. I watched a living vine tried to sneak it's way into the room, but was crushed by the room shifting.

Ok... so the room was definitely alive.

I need you again.

An Enderman appeared at my side in almost an instant. I gestured at the walls around me, and it tilted it's head curiously. "Do you know what this place it?" I asked it, and the Enderman placed a large hand on the wall.

".dnE eht morf kael a si sihT" The Enderman said. "A leak?" I said, "I didn't know there were leaks. Is it dangerous?"

".uoy truh ton lliw sllaw ehT .tsael ta ,ytsejam ruoy oT .mrah yna snaem ti taht eveileb t'nod I tuB .snoisnemid rehto otni kael lliw ti semitemoS .dlrow siht fo selur eht wollof yltcaxe t'nseod tI .ecalp egnarts a si dnE ehT"

"Hmm," I hummed to myself. This room held no malace that the rest of the infected area was drenched in. Placing my hand on the Endstone, my hand seemed to absorb some of it. The off-white color traveled up my arm, turning my veins white. It was like a small electrical shock.

Pulling my hand back, I inspected my arm. The shock had turned the veins in my arms white, traveling up the bloodways my arms, and curling around my collarbone. It was stiff when I touched it, but it seemed to act like normal skin.

"...Get me out of here, please." I said, and the Enderman nodded, ".ytsejam ruoy ,esruoc fO"

Taking my hand, we teleported out of the Egg's domain and reappeared in my house. "Thank you," I said, and the Enderman chirped, ".em llac srehto eht tahw s'tahT .ytsejam ruoy ,terceS em llac esaelP"

"Why do you keep calling me that?" I asked, and Secret tilted their head. "You keep calling me, 'your majesty?' Why?"

".ytlayor era uoy os ,ecnirP dnE eht era uoY" Secret said, and I bit my lip, thinking. Sighing, I looked back at them. "I suppose so." Secret twitched for a second, making a chirping noise.

".ereht eb lliw I dna em llaC .evael ot emit ym s'ti ,dellac gnieb ma I" They said, before disappearing in a cloud of Enderparticles. I sneezed, waving the particles out of my face. Looking around the room, I made sure nothing was out of place.

Nothing was... until I found Ghostbur's ring lying on top of a note. I picked up the ring and my eyes drifted to the note. It read:

Hello, Darling!

Tommy asked me to help him with someone, so I left my ring here so it wouldn't be ruined. Please watch after it and Friend until I get back. I promise I'll see you soon!

Love, Ghostbur.

I smiled, gently picking up Ghostbur's ring and heading for a chest. Shuffling through it, I found a piece of string that I deemed satisfactory. Threading the string through the hole of the ring, I took the two ends of the string and tied them around my neck. The ring rested gently on my neck.

I would keep it safe until he came back.

Ghostbur said to take care of Friend, where was he? I cracked open my door and peeked outside, looking to my left and right. Nothing.

Stepping the rest of the way outside, I sighed in content as the sun warmed my skin. Not that I needed it, considering how warm I ALWAYS was. But that wasn't the point. I pursed my lip, where was everyone?

Everything was eerily quiet.

Secret, I hate to call you back so soon, but I need your help. Bring some others with you.

Secret appeared in a flash of particles. They didn't say anything, just stared and waited. Then, one after another, Endermen popped up. Soon, there were about sixteen of them, standing and waiting for orders.

Find the kids and Friend.

There was a loud chorus of chirps, and they all disappeared at once, making a loud poof.

-Timeskip-

".ssenhgih ruoy ,meht dnuof eW" Secret said, walking up behind me. I turned my head to look at them, "Are you sure?" Secret just nodded and reached for my hand. I took it and was brought to the crater of what used to be L'manburg.

"Why would they come here?" I breathed out, looking through the glass under me and into the rubble. "This place probably has so many bad memories for them."

Wandering farther through the rubble, I stumbled numerous times over raised chunks. Finally, I managed to spot the top of Ranboo's head. Perking up, I increased my walking speed. I made my way over but stopped in my tracks a few feet away from them.

I made eye contact with someone who looked like Ghostbur, but he wasn't. He was too... real. "U/n!" Tommy exclaimed, glancing anxiously at the newcomer, "This is-"

The new man interrupted him, raising a hand, "I'm Wilbur, Wilbur Soot." I looked at the white streak in his hair, and the bandage wrapped around his arm. My eyes narrowed at the dressed wound. Being hit there in the arm would probably have hit an artery.

"You wouldn't happen to have been recently revived, would you?" I inquired, and Tommy stiffened. Wilbur nodded slowly, and my stomach dropped. Something sparked in his eyes, "Wait, U/n?" he asked, and I nodded hesitantly.

Wilbur blinked, and turned to Tommy, "When the train came to my purgatory, and that desaturated me came out, he was asking about a U/n. I think he actually started crying harder."

I felt my stomach drop to my feet. A desaturated Wilbur? Purgatory?

But Wilbur continued, not seeming to realize my rising distress.

"Yeah, yeah," he mused, "When the doors opened, he was screaming. Something along the lines of, 'No, I can't be here, I promised! I told U/n that I would be back! He's not going to know what happened to me! I want Friend! Let me go back to my husband, please!'

I felt sick.

"The guy was practically begging, and I'm not even sure if he got off the train," Wilbur said, mostly to himself, "He might just be hanging out on the train still, I'm not sure. And if he is, he's gonna be stuck there for a long time. Maybe forever."

That was the tipping point.

I felt my knees give out on themselves, and I collapsed to the ground. My sobs rose in volume, catching in my throat, choking me. As my body shook, I could feel the warm hands and panicked voices of the kids.

My vision became blurry with tears, my body shaking. "No, please... no!" My voice cracking, barely audible through my sobs. "Why him?! He did nothing wrong!"

Opening my eyes a small bit, the only thing I could see was Tommy with a heart-wrenching look on his face.

"I'm sorry."

-TBC-

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How was that in terms of angst?