《Fundy x Reader》Part 5/ Recovering
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I see the three silhouettes of there bodies, running, escaping they're stupid little dumbfounded laughs echoing around the walls of our broken nation.
My hearing partially gone but recovery was on its way, the muffled sounds of Tommy swearing, his voice so bitter and hurt.
The laughs had drifted away in the wind, nihachu was next to me. The limp my body had become supported by sobs and a shaking hand from nihachu on one side. Cradling me almost, stroking my small hairs ( baby hairs ) around my forehead.
She kisses my forehead then closes her eyes are rests her head in my shoulder.
Fundy also beside me but I didn't feel the corse orange fur of his Fox mask. But warm soft human skin resting on the ripped parts of my uniform, As I look at his soft light brown hair, he didn't feel the need to hide it anymore.
His face, his sobs, the emotions rushing through him.
I looked at him then back at the sky which was at midday. I then look back at Wilbur and eret,
Eret shouting at wilbur them ranting whilst pointing out at our enemies base.
"**cking **sterds!!" Tommy carried on,
"We knew it would happen team.. they would always do this, we didn't put the flags up, but we won't surrender!"
Wilbur then walks and picks up nihachu small ripped uniformed body, she was traumatised. Her being the nearest to the tnt explosion I was surprised she was alive, or hadn't lost one of her many lives.
She probably couldn't hear wilburs reassuring words, the lash and sound of the explosion took a toil on her now weak body.
Fundy looks up at me,
"Y/n I don't care anymore, I want revenge."
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We walk back, eret seemingly easier to recover than the others. But he was the furthest away from the explosions. Coincidently already walking to do checkups on the east wall.
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Hmm.
Something in my gut wasn't handling this all too well.
I was suspicious.
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I looked around are bunker, the only thing forcing us to be in each others company.
I heard a single firework that night, we ran outside seeing it show a dark red, it showed anger and hatred.
Urgh the swats!
They had to rub it in our faces, and as of that we had a letter.
In paper, in an envelope. I can't be doing with dream and the rest of them and their shit.
I sit there a burst into tears, no one had seen me show much emotion before.
I cry, and cry and bury my head in the pillow of my bed. Fundy stroking my back,
Wilbur reads the letter,
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Wilbur read out the letter,
",,
Dear members of l'manberg, as of today's quite remarkable occasions, I will give you another 3 days for the so called, 'pussy flags' which we call in our formal manner, 'white surrender flags' 3 days! so we call it a home victory.
Or
Partake, which I mean all of you, and the girls! To partake in a duel, a shooting duel, arrows and bows.
Self explanatory,
These are your options, members...
If you win the duel, which you have more members to partake in, it can be declared as 1-1
It's 1-0 to us winning.
Your 'smp leader'
Dream,
",,
As Wilbur finishes the letter he looks at the rack of emergency bows on the wall, tommy stands up running to take one,
"Let's show them **sterds who is boss, we have more me-"
"No tommy!"
Wilbur shouts, worried but also confusion drips from his loud mouth.
"We either go in 2 days injured and bruised or we respawn... ...so we recover quicker"
⚠️⚠️triggers death and talk about commit,
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This would mean we use one of our limited 'actual' lives.
The whole bunker participated in a awkward concerned and frustrated silence,
"Are you insane?" Tommy murmured, head in his hands,
"No I'm not, I'm serious,"
Wilbur carries on,
"Team, them scars, our hearing, we're nearly deaf! That wouldn't be there if we respawn, all we would have to do is, commit,"
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As we sit there, nihachu looks at me,
"We could just take the most quickest death,"
"Well that's what I was thinking but what is the quickest?"
Wilbur responds,
"Maybe potions? Because jumping in lava would be mentally scaring,"
Tommy suggested
Tommy was right, we would remember our death, we would need something quick but also
minimal pain.
"Starvation, drowning and bleeding to death are all not options, they are awful and human instinct would lead us to trying to prevent it and probably would be more damage then dying,"
Wilbur carries on,
"Well if we all have a potion of weakness, and potion of -"
"We should just tnt explode" eret said,
"Again??" Tubbo said,
"Guys guys guys.. you all forgot we can respawn without pain or anything, let me show you."
Fundy shouted,
And as of that, he points to his neck, slowly applying pressure then he twists his fingers clockwise, he then says,
"Do that, but once you release ur fingers u will be a respawn."
- ( u all respawn and our back at l'manberg bunk alive and well,)
"So let's plan it!"
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