#like you looked to ME???? for INSPIRATION???? *TNT hissing sound*

[wr-n]

heyyyy wrrr-n? how would you react to someone making an eldritch and thrall based on your au?

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ I would love it!

I have no issues with people creating with my AU in mind. Make away!

[helliontherapscallion]

Warmth (Adrenaline Junkie Part 6)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: Self harm scars, mentions of panic attacks and hallucinations

Word count: 2,842

(A/N): This takes place about 6 months after the last chapter. Also, I was heavily inspired by Toothless’ prosthetic, I’m really excited to write more about it : )

You hummed to yourself as you walked down the cobblestone street of the village. The village was probably one of your favorite places to visit; it had quaint little shops and stalls decorating the main plaza that you adored, it was always interesting to see what’s being sold today. Though you always wore your cloak to cover your wings (well, wing and a now-feathered nub) whenever you visited to avoid the stares, you still regularly visited the main plaza for the shops. 

The first time you visited after the incident was about a month ago with Wilbur, you two were looking for something to cook for dinner. You were trying to get used to having your wings out again, so you were wearing the jacket with the slits in the back that you always used to wear. 

The feeling of people staring holes into you was a feeling you forgot about. You always got stares whenever you went into the village because of your wings, but now it felt like more and more people were staring at you as you passed them, probably because of your nub. Though some looked at you in pity, most looked at you with disgust.

You could hear children asking their mothers what happened to you. Their mothers would take one look at you and shield their children away from you staring at you with disgust. You even made one kid cry when he saw your wing; you didn’t blame him, you still couldn’t look at your nub without tearing up. An hour hasn’t even passed before you were asked by a police officer to leave because you were causing a disruption and being indecent in public.

Wilbur was pissed. “They’re fully clothed and they didn’t even talk to anybody, so how exactly were they being disruptive or indecent?”

The officer firmly held her ground, looking up to Wilbur’s tall form. “Sir, the people are complaining and it’s my job to make the public feel safe and comfortable. Look,” she sighed, “I really don’t want to have to ask them to leave, they’re not doing anything to directly threaten people. However, they are causing a disturbance with their,” she wrinkled her nose, “their thing, so I’m going to have to ask them to leave.”

“You have absolutely no right to tell them to leave. They-”

“Wilbur, it’s fine. I’ll leave,” turning back to the officer, you calmly stated “I’m sorry for causing a disturbance ma’am. It won’t happen again.”

She curtly nodded and stood watching you, probably making sure that you left the main plaza. Before you could turn to leave, Wilbur stopped you.

“(Y/n)-”

“No, Wilbur. It’s alright, I can wait outside the village for you.”

He sighed, looking through his leather satchel. “No, you won’t have to wait for me. We’ve got enough food for dinner anyways,” shooting one last heated glare at the police officer, he reached down to grab your hand. “Let’s go.”

He drug you quickly through the village with you having a little trouble keeping up with his long strides. Once you were out of the village, he slowed his pace and walked with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“(Y/n), I’m sor-”

“Don’t be Wil. It isn’t your fault. I honestly was expecting to get kicked out earlier.”

“Still, it’s not fair to you. You didn’t ask for this.” 

“I know Wil, I’ll just wear my cloak next time I visit.”

He didn’t say anything to you after that. The rest of the walk home was shrouded in an awkward silence. 

Another part of the village you loved was the library. It had tall shelves filled to the brim with all sorts of books and various cushioned furniture littered randomly amongst the maze of shelves. Whoever would walk into the library would immediately be hit by the strong scent of parchment and wood as soon as they would walk through the twin doors. You would usually browse books about redstone, but you had a different agenda today.

Today, you were looking for a book about leather working. You wanted to make a leather prosthetic wing so you could at least glide through the air. You weren’t sure if it would work though. From what you’ve read, nobody’s attempted to make a prosthetic wing. It made sense, being a hybrid was rare in and of itself, let alone a winged hybrid. 

You missed flying more than anything. You would give anything to be able to be in the air again. You felt jittery and restless without flight. Sure, Philza took you on some flights with him every now and then, but it wasn’t the same. You yearned for the independence and liberation it gave you to fly alone.

After you found a book and checked it out with the librarian, you hastily set out for home. You were walking with a giddy smile on your face and a bounce in your step. Several people gave you strange looks as you passed them, but you were in too good of a mood to care. You finally figured out a way you could possibly fly again. 

When you got home, you headed straight to your workshop to get to work on your prosthetic. Several blueprints were hung up around your desk, some for your TNT launcher (which you finished a few weeks ago) and others contained ideas for an automatic farm. Your pride and joy was hung up in the center of your bulletin board. It made you extremely happy just by looking at the prosthetic sketch.

Your redstone lamp illuminated the space in front of you as you focused on cutting a large strip of leather in front of you with great concentration. You needed to get the measurements exactly right, equal sized wings are integral for stability midair. The prosthetic was going to be about the same size as your left wing with thin iron rods giving the wing structure. You planned on making it identical to a bat’s wing with a few minor changes in shape to match your other wing. Once it actually was structurally sound and working, you would add proper joints so you could wear it around and decorate it. Until then, you’re making adjustments.

When you were done, you moved on to crafting and melding together the iron rods. Putting on your goggles and thick leather gloves, you used a bit of lava your family kept stored in another room in the basement to fuse the thin iron rods together. You carefully dipped one end of two rods into the bucket before pulling it out at a certain time to hold the molten ends together until they cooled. You repeated this process until you were melding the last piece on.

“HEY BITCH, DINNER’S READY. GET IT WHILE IT’S HOT!”

Yelping, you dropped the mold onto your desk. You picked it up in a panic without paying attention to where your arms went. Unknowingly, your sleeved arm was pressing up against the scorching iron of the bucket of lava.

“FUCK YOU YA FILTHY GREMLIN, A LITTLE WARNING WOULD’VE BEEN NICE!”

He started cackling. “FUCK YOU TOO! NOW GET UP HERE BEFORE I EAT YOUR DINNER.”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT. I SWEAR TO- FUCK!”

You felt the nerves on the side of your forearm screaming as you yanked it away, leaving the crisp remains of a part of your sleeve stuck to the iron bucket. Two pairs of footsteps boomed down the steps and got louder as they rapidly approached you. 

Wilbur’s deep voice worriedly called out to you. “Shit, (y/n) are you alright? Let me see.”

Before you could protest, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled the sleeve of your jacket down. Adjoining the light burn, small horizontal scars and some fresh cuts lined your forearms. Shit, they were never supposed to find out.

Wilbur’s hand froze, gripping your wrist with an iron grip. You hissed at the feeling of some of your cuts reopening, causing him to quickly retract his hand. He now had his hands hovering over your arm unsure of what to do with them.

“(Y/n), wha-” Tommy cut himself off once he saw the panicked look on his older brother’s face. Following his gaze, his wide eyes met with your cuts.

You sighed, prying the goggles off from your face and pulling the gloves off from your hands. You put on a calm exterior, contrary to what you felt on the inside. They were never supposed to know. “Listen, you guys weren’t supposed to find out about this. None of you were. Please don’t tell Dad or Technoblade, I don’t need more people knowing.”

Tommy spoke up with an incredulous look. “(Y/n), what do you mean? We can’t just not tell them.”

“I know. Please, do it for me? Everything’s finally going back to normal and this will just make everything worse again. I promise I’ll stop, I swear.”

The two brothers looked at each other silently contemplating what they should do. On one hand, you were their sibling and you were hurting yourself. They needed to tell their dad that you were cutting. You only had two lives left and you could kill yourself doing that. Philza and Techno could help. On the other hand, they wanted you to feel normal in your own home. You were right in the fact that everything was starting to feel like it did before the incident. Plus, they would gladly help you through it.

They looked back at you with apprehensive expressions, speaking at the same time. 

“(Y/n), we’re not gonna tell Dad or Techno.”

“We’re telling them.”

Tommy whipped his head up to look at his brother angrily. “Wilbur, we need to tell them.”

“Tommy, no-”

“Are you fucking stupid? Of course we have to-”

“Tommy. We don’t because I’ll be taking every sharp object away from them tonight. We’ll watch them and check their wrists to make sure that there’s no new cuts and they stay clean. We’ll help them.”

“But- they,” Tommy gave a frustrated sigh. “Fine. But we at least have to tell Techno about this. He can help us.”

Wilbur glanced at you with apologetic eyes. Before he could speak up, you interrupted him. “...Alright, as long as Dad doesn’t find out. He has enough to stress out about and he doesn’t need to worry about me again. Now, can we go upstairs for dinner? We’ve been down here for long enough already and Dad’s probably wondering why. Tell him that I’m gonna go clean up.”

Without giving them any room to argue, you speeded up the stairs and into your room. Closing the door and leaning your back on it, you let your calm facade drop into a panicked one. Shit, what if Tommy tells Dad? What were you supposed to do then? He’ll take away what little freedom you had left and you’ll be sinking into the depths of your depression again. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock and Philza’s voice. You held your breath as you prepared yourself for him to tell you that he knows your secret. “Hey hun, Wilbur and Tommy told me that you burned yourself,” you let out a relieved sigh. “Do you need me to look at it?”

Panic once again flared in your bloodstream. “N-no Dad, it’s just a little burn. I’ll be down in just a second I’m changing.”

“You sure? I can get you a potion.”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“...Alright,” he sounded skeptical. “Just hurry up, dinner’s getting cold.”

The sound of his retreating footsteps sounded like music to your ears. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths before you moved to put on a long sleeved shirt. 

Dinner was uncharacteristically quiet without Tommy, you, or Wilbur talking. Philza tried to carry the conversation with you four, but only Technoblade gave full responses. You, Tommy, and Wilbur only supplied a few words to a conversation when prompted. 

Technoblade was suspicious. Sure, you and Wilbur were quiet sometimes, but Tommy? Tommy’s always loud and rambunctious. Something’s wrong, but what? What could’ve happened when Tommy and Wilbur went to go get you for dinner? They weren’t gone for long. He did hear you screaming profanities at Tommy for scaring you and overheard Tommy telling Philza about how you burned yourself, but how is that something that would shut you three up? He was going to confront his siblings after he finished tonight’s dishes. 

Meanwhile, you, Tommy, and Wilbur were in your room. You were giving them your iron dagger.

“Is this all?”

“Yeah, Tommy. That’s all, search my room if you don’t believe me. I wouldn’t mind, I don’t have anything to hide from you anymore.”

They did just that. Looking under your bed, in your drawers, in your closet, and in the chest you kept for your supplies. You watched them propped up on your bed. While you were angry with yourself that you were so careless, you felt warm that they cared about you. They were great brothers.

After they were done turning your room upside down, Wilbur plopped down next to you and Tommy threw himself over your legs. You three laid there for a while just enjoying each other’s presence. It was nice to spend some time with your brothers, you didn’t get much free time to spend with them because you spent most of your time in your workshop.

The silence was broken by Tommy. “...So, how do you wanna go about telling Technoblade?”

“I’m… not exactly sure. Do we even have to tell him?”

Wilbur pursed his lips. “Even if you didn’t want to, I’m pretty sure he knows something’s up. He’s good at picking up on social cues.”

“Well if that’s the case, I might just wait until he comes to me. It’ll be easier.”

Your door swung open to reveal your piglin hybrid brother. He looked at you with a single eyebrow raised as his ear flicked. “What were you planning on telling me?”

Tommy and Wilbur looked at you expectantly. You shifted your body closer to the wall making room on your bed for him. He walked over and stiffly sat on the edge of your mattress. He gestured for you to talk to him. You slowly slid your sleeve down and showed him your arm. Besides his eyebrows slightly crinkling, he was as stoic as ever when he reached out to grab your wrist for a better look.

On the inside, the voices were almost as loud as when you died. They were nearly incoherent as several angry voices mixed together yelling at him for not noticing anything was wrong with you, the kid he vowed to protect when you first stole his crown and replaced it with a homemade paper one. Outside of the voices, he was furious at himself, he was supposed to protect you. He ran his fingers along the raised lines, gently tracing over every scar and scabbed over cut as if memorizing where every single one lays.

His monotone voice was gruff. “How long? Why?”

“About eight months now. I-I didn’t feel anything for a while after I respawned and I realized that pain helped me feel. It helped ground me when I hallucinated or had panic attacks.”

“...Do you feel anything now?”

“Yeah, I’m getting better Tech. I’m hallucinating less and I’m getting better at managing anxiety attacks. At this point, it's just a habit that I can’t drop.” 

“Do you want to drop it?”

You fell silent. You never really considered stopping before. Before, you would do it to give yourself something to focus on when you were overwhelmed, but now you would do it out of habit. It somehow felt wrong when you skipped a session and it usually threw your entire day off. You would feel drained for the entire day if you didn’t do it. It was one of the only consistent things in your life.

“(Y/n), c’mon you don’t want to keep doing this, right?” Tommy asked before Wilbur reached over and slapped him upside his head. 

“I think,” you breathed out, unsure of yourself, “I want to get better.”

Techno looked at his brothers. “Did you two take their blades?”

Tommy held up the iron dagger and wove it around haphazardly in the air. Techno reached over and pocketed the dagger before discarding his golden crown and placing it on your nightstand. He took off his weighted fluffy cloak and neatly draped it over a nearby chest. He maneuvered his body so that he was laying on your other side and wrapped a lazy arm over your chest. 

With Wilbur on your right side with your wing draped over him, Tommy laying on your stomach with Wilbur reaching down to hold him, and Techno pulling you close to his body, you were pleasantly warm. You were slowly drifting off, being lulled to sleep by Techno’s slow heartbeat. You blissfully fell asleep surrounded by your brothers’ love.

Inspo for the cuddle pile (credit goes to og artist, zillychu): https://zillychu.home.blog/tag/heart-squad-cuddle-pile/

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[eevee-eclair]

The Worst Welcoming Gift

Written by Eevee

Things to look out for: death, a resurrection, regrets, crying, threats, mention of blood, yelling, small suicidal thought (but nothing drastic), (please tell me if I missed one)

Random side note: This fic was inspired by this post by @relaxxationattack! Thank you for letting me write it! (Sorry if it’s not what you had in mind)

~~~

Tubbo sobbed his way through the SMP, holding his best friend’s body. They had beat Dream and won the disks back, but at a cost too high for Tubbo to want to pay. But Tommy had insisted it was the only way, so he sacrificed himself so Tubbo could kill Dream and end the war. And people called his selfish.

Yet, even with Dream gone, he could tell conflict was still brewing. Just like Techno destroying L’manburg, government is still around wether that nation stood or not.

He went inside their shared house as laid Tommy on a bed, crying next to him. Tubbo wasn’t sure how long he cried for, but when he stopped the sun was shining and birds were singing. Their beautiful tune mocked the ugliness he was feeling inside and out.

Tubbo decided he might as well bury him since no one else would and started digging a hole outside the dirt hut.

Phil was walking by, holding totems when he saw Tubbo. He walked over and tapped his shoulder.

Tubbo jumped and let out a small scream. He looked over and relaxed. “Oh, hey Phil. What’s up?”

He was about to tell him they were resurrecting Wilbur but he stopped and took a good look at the kid. His eyes were bloodshot and had small bags under them. His entire face was red and tear stained, and yet he smiled at Phil like nothing was wrong.

“Are you okay?” he asked instead. “You don’t look too good.”

Tubbo sighed and kept digging. “Time heals all wounds, I guess... Where are you going?”

Phil decided it was best to drop it and looked towards L’manburg. “We were just about to resurrect Wilbur, did you want to join?”

“Yeah, gimme a second,” he said, walking back inside since the hole was deep enough. He came back out carrying Tommy and Phil gasped.

He watched him lower Tommy into the hole and bury him. “What happened?!”

Tubbo stuck a flower in the dirt. A red rose since it was his favorite color. “Dream,” he said simply before turning around. “Let’s go.”

Phil didn’t say anything as he led Tubbo to the shrine. Tubbo looked around and nodded. “Nice set up. If this doesn’t work I don’t know what will.” It unsettled Phil that Tubbo was speaking like he hadn’t just buried his best friend.

“Y-yeah. Eret made it,” he said. “Okay, I’ll go find everyone. I’ll be back soon.” Phil started to walk away to find the people necessary for bringing back his first dead son.

———

Tubbo waited for a while and just as something in his mind told him to jump into the pit, everyone arrived this time with Techno. He quickly sat down on the sidelines to watch, not wanting to interfere.

Phil handed a totem to Ghostbur before walking back down. “Are you ready, Wil?”

Ghostbur nodded. “I think so...”

Tubbo watched them reenact the whole thing. He heard Ranboo make a ‘boom’ noise for the tnt and was reminded of Tommy for a second. He pushed it away though, focusing on Ghostbur and Phil.

“Just do it!” Ghostbur cried, turning away. He was scared and everyone could see it. “Please!”

Phil put the sword through his chest once again and Tubbo had to turn away. It reminded him too much if Tommy’s death. He could hear the totem explode, working its magic. When he turned back, Ghostbur was gone.

“Where is he?” Eret asked, looking around.

Ranboo walked around the shrine. “I’m not sure...”

“Wil?!” Phil yelled, trying to find his son. “Ghostbur?! Are either one of you there?!”

“I’m here.”

Everyone snapped their necks in the direction of the voice. There stood Wilbur, no longer dressed in a yellow shirt covered in blue, but in the outfit he died in. He looked scared and confused.

“Did it work..?” Wilbur asked, looking around.

Phil ran up and hugged him, crying slightly. “Yes! Oh thank god!”

Wilbur started to laugh and hugged him back. “Hey, dad.”

Tubbo walked up and smiled sadly. “We missed you,” he said, hugging him when Phil moved away.

He ruffled Tubbo’s hair and hugged back. “Hey, Tubs,” he greeted.

Techno came up and smiled. He hugged him as hard as he could, sandwiching Tubbo between them. He didn’t say anything, just stood there.

“Hey, Techno. Miss me?” he teased, looking at him.

Techno just nodded, not moving. Tubbo slipped away and sat down on some stone. Tommy’s absence was pushed to the back of his mind for now, replaced with small joy for Wilbur’s return.

Wilbur looked around, smiling a little. “Now where’s Little Tommy? I’ve got so much to say to him,” he said, his smile dropping a little.

Tubbo froze. Oh right, Tommy was dead.

“Yeah, where is he?” Ranboo asked, looking at Tubbo.

He started to cry again and covered his face. He couldn’t get a word out so Phil spoke for him.

“Dream kinda... killed him,” he told them, looking upset—just not as upset as Tubbo.

Everyone’s eyes widened and they looked at Tubbo who was still violently crying. Wilbur rushed over and hugged him, his big brother instincts kicking in.

“Hey, it’s okay Tubbo. It’s not your fault,” he whispered, trying to calm him down.

“But it is! I couldn’t be stopped him! It should’ve been me!” Tubbo wailed, holding onto Wilbur as tight as he could. “It’s all my fault!”

Techno came and sat down next to him. “No, it’s not. It was Dream’s. He was the one who killed him.”

Tubbo sniffed and sat up. “You’re right... It’s all his fault,” he hissed, wiping tears away. “I’m going to put that green bastard through hell.” He had forgotten that Dream was dead.

Ranboo stepped closer. “Uhhh but that could be dangerous. We should just leave him alone, yeah? He got what he wanted, he shouldn’t bother us anymore,” he said, remembering that voice that sounded too much like Dream.

Phil nodded. “Ranboo’s right, Tubbo. It’s too dangerous, you could get hurt.”

“I don’t care! Tommy’s gone, Phil! My best friend is dead!” he screamed.

Wilbur grabbed him and looked him dead in the eye, looking extremely serious. “Tubbo, remember what happened to me? Vengeance isn’t always the answer. We need you and we’re here for you, okay?”

Tubbo took a small breath and nodded, eyes filling with more tears. “O-okay... He’s dead anyway...” he muttered in defeat. He hung his head tiredly. “Wilbur, it hasn’t even been two days and I miss him so much.”

He pulled him back into a hug, holding back his own tears. “I know. I know...”

Techno, Phil, Eret, and Ranboo all joined the hug, mourning their dead companion.

“He was gone too soon,” Ranboo muttered, tearing up.

Eret nodded, removing his sunglasses to wipe his eyes. “I agree. He was just a child...”

Wilbur heard Techno and Phil agree too and his heart sank. Tommy was only sixteen and Dream killed him. He didn’t even get to say goodbye as Ghostbur, let alone apologize as Alivebur.

He started to cry at the thought. He had hurt Tommy so much when he was alive and he wanted to say sorry. But now he couldn’t.

Tubbo patted his back. He looked up and sobbed a little. “I never got to apologize to him,” he whispered.

“Neither did we, Wil. But it’ll be okay. Chin up,” Phil told him. “We’ll find a way to bring him back like we did you.”

Wilbur nodded and wiped his tears away. “Alright...” he mumbled. “Where do we start?”

~~~

Sorry this took so long, please reblog if you enjoyed!

[yastaghr]

Grey 16 - Torture and Rape Aftermath

Stretch prepares to enact his plan on Spike and TNT. Blue re-meets Felldyne and helps Scales recover from being raped.

WARNINGS: Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Rape, Rape Aftermath, Forced Pregnancy, Death Threats

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16555439/chapters/59168641

Getting ahold of his targets was surprisingly easy. It was like neither Spike nor TNT had ever faced a serious threat. Stretch let himself laugh when he finally had them tied down in the empty shed he knew would be hiding in the depths of Waterfall. It had plenty of holes in it, so Temmie would easily be able to watch. Stretch suspected that he had seen them through one of the lower holes on the east wall. “nyeh heh heh heh! wow, did you seriously think that i needed help with a surprise for berry? you really are idiots.”

Spike growled and TNT grunted. He hadn’t gagged either of them because he wanted to hear them scream. it had been so long since blue had screamed. now he usually whimpered, which wasn’t nearly as satisfying. The other advantage of not gagging TNT and Spike was that he could have some fun with bantering. Stretch wasn’t really a monologuer. He was definitely more of a banterer.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing? Don’t you know who we are, stranger?” Spike spat. She looked a lot like the Captain Alphys of his world, only she had a sci fi inspired pair of glasses that formed one long arc around her skull. They had slots in them, but they were probably far sturdier than a pair of glasses. Maybe that was the point. They looked ridiculous.

Stretch let a crazed grin slide across his skull. “oh, i know. you are the captain of the royal guard in this world, and she is the royal scientist of this world. you’re also encroaching on my territory by claiming to be the datemates of berry. i don’t like that.”

They both recoiled as much as they could with their being tied down. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?!” TNT said, outraged. She was taller than Stretch and looked similar to the Dr. Undyne of his world, only her eyes were very noticeably two different sizes.

Stretch hissed, “you are claiming to be the datemates of berry and i don’t like it.”

“We’ve been dating Berry for years now, and Berry says that you just got here a week ago. You don’t get to decide who gets to date him, freak,” Spike growled.

Stretch laughed in a way that sounded way more unhinged than he thought he was, but the effect that it had on Spike and TNT was worth it. They looked deeply perturbed and, for the first time, scared. “oh, i’m not the freak here, spike. you are. and i’m going to make you look like it.” The two girls struggled against the bonds, but they were thoroughly tied down to the heavy oak tables that he had dragged in for this exact purpose. Neither of them could move. “now, which one of you wants to lose your fingers first?”

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Blue tried not to let Red’s surprise at how eager he was to see Felldyne get to him. He was excited to see her again! She had been so nice to him last time. That Edge and Red had been so reluctant to take him really was touching, but he knew he would be fine. He didn’t like hiding or lying to people. Even if she decided to hurt him, he had a lot of practice dealing with pain.

As they came into the clearing by Felldyne’s house Blue saw her. Felldyne was leaning on the Mad Dummy. Her expression was… arch. “Oh, so you decided to confide in me about this after all, best friend. How nice of you.”

Edge sighed. “IT WAS HIS IDEA, ACTUALLY. DON’T ASK ME WHY.”

Blue stepped forward with a bright smile on his face and held out his hand. “HI! I’M BLUE! I LOVE YOUR ARMOR. IT’S VERY… SHARP!”

Felldyne stared at him like he was from another planet. That was okay with Blue, though. He was used to it. Her stare went on for a while before she laughed. “You’re alright, kid. A bit too cheerful, but bold as they come. I like that. You’re welcome to hang out with me anytime. I could use a bit of brightness in my life.”

Blue couldn’t help but widen his smile. “THEN I’LL BRING IT!”

She said thoughtfully, “You should come to my training sessions with Edge. I don’t want to find out that someone sliced up that smile into little pieces. You should know how to fight.”

Red butted in before Blue could accept. “he says he’s a healer, ‘dyne, and you should have seen him. he sedated the whole rabbit gang and the dog squad all in one go! if that isn’t impressive i don’t know what is.”

Felldyne froze, staring at him like he was the answer to all her problems. Blue shifted uncomfortably and said, “I HAVE THE TRAINING TO BE A HEALER AND A DOCTOR, BUT I DON’T HAVE A LICENSE. MY QUEEN DIDN’T LIKE SOME THINGS I DID IN THE PAST. THEY HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH MY SKILLS AS A HEALER, BUT SHE STILL REFUSED TO SIGN MY LICENSE. I-”

“I don’t care what you did. I need a healer desperately, and all of the ones here are booked solid. Please help me!” Felldyne pleaded.

Blue felt hugely guilty, but not because he was going to refuse. No, he felt guilty that he hadn’t said anything last time. Felldyne needed him. He felt like he had let her down. He couldn’t change the past… future… other timeline? He couldn’t change it, whatever it was. He could only do his best to help her now. “I’LL DO EVERYTHING I CAN, FELLDYNE. WHAT DO YOU NEED HELP WITH?”

Felldyne shifted nervously from foot to foot. Interesting. “It’s Scales, my girlfriend. She’s pregnant and needs medical care pretty bad, nerd. I’ve done my best, but… I’ll tell you when we get there, okay?”

Blue nodded quickly. “I UNDERSTAND. YOU WANT A LITTLE PRIVACY, RIGHT? JUST LEAD ME TO HER AND I’LL HELP.”

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Blue stared at the tormented face of Scales. She was clearly in a great deal of pain, and so the first thing he did was draw a sigil for pain relief over her to help with that. Then he took a closer look at the rest of her. She looked a lot like his friend Alphys, except without all the muscles and with two somewhat functional eyes. Glasses with swirls were worn over a torn and bloodied lab coat. Blue could see raw flesh beneath the tears. It didn’t seem to be actively bleeding anymore, though. He’d still like to put a few stitches in them. They were quite big. The tears weren’t the worst part, though. Scales seemed to be bleeding from under her lab coat. When he looked, the summoned magic was raw and also had… a certain white substance that he recognized intimately.

Combined with everything else, Blue had a theory as to what had happened, but he didn’t want to out and out say it, so he instead said what he thought was a safe topic. It wasn’t. “YOUR BABY SHOULD BE FINE, MS. SCALES. YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY TELL THE OTHER PARENT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.”

All four of the other monsters growled. Red and Edge had insisted on coming in as well, and Scales hadn’t wanted them to leave. It was a little intimidating to be surrounded by growls, but not nearly as intimidating as it would have been if one of them was his brother.

“fuck it, you deserve to know. that bastard certainly already knows. he’s the one who raped her!” Red said darkly.

“OH,” Blue swallowed. He really didn’t like the implications of that answer, but he could help no matter what. “THEN I WOULD TRY NOT TO TELL HIM. RAPISTS DO NOT REACT IN A GOOD WAY TO BEING TOLD THAT. I KNOW THAT PERSONALLY. I DON’T THINK IT WOULD BE SAFE TO LOSE THE BABY AT THIS MOMENT, BUT IN A WEEK OR TWO, YES. RIGHT NOW THE BLOOD LOSS WOULD BE TOO MUCH. I CAN HELP WHEN YOU’RE READY. IT REALLY IS SAFE AT THIS STAGE, AND THE BABY HASN’T DEVELOPED A SOUL YET, JUST A BUNDLE OF MAGIC. I’VE HAD TO LOSE THEM MUCH LATER.”

“She can’t lose it,” Felldyne said darkly, “He said he’d kill her if she-”

“Wait!” Scales yelled, sitting up, “You’ve had to lose babies from rape at a much later date in the pregnancy?”

Blue blinked and nodded glumly. “I WAS A CUTE KID, AND LEGALLY, BACK HOME, THE CRIME IS THE FAULT OF THE VICTIM FOR NOT TAKING ADEQUATE PRECAUTIONS. THE FIRST TIME I WAS IN TOO MUCH DANGER OF BLEEDING OUT UNTIL I WAS SIX MONTHS IN BECAUSE OF HOW BADLY I WAS HURT. I WAS ONLY SIX.”

The room went absolutely silent. Everyone was staring at him. He could feel them judging him, but it wouldn’t be the first time. He sighed. Maybe they would all hate him now. He hoped that they would still let him help Scales. She didn’t deserve to suffer just because he’d been gullible as a child. Maybe-

Blue, scaly arms swept him up in a hug. They were quickly joined by two sets of bony ones. He squeaked, “A HUG? WHAT-”

“Oh shut up and let them hug you!” Scales said from her reluctant place on the bed. “If you hadn’t strapped me down to this bed I would be hugging you too. They hugged me when they found out what happened to me! What else besides a hug were you expecting after a statement like that?”

Blue gulped. “IF YOU WANT ME TO SHUT UP, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ANSWER YOU?”

Scales narrowed her eyes at him. “You really mean that, don’t you? You’re not trying to be smart at all. Just answer the question. I’d rather know that than have you be quiet by a long ways.”

“UM… I WAS EXPECTING YOU TO HATE ME? THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE BACK HOME WHO KNOWS HAS DONE. IT’S BEEN 17 YEARS SINCE ANYONE’S HUGGED ME BECAUSE I GOT RAPED,” Blue said honestly.

Red’s skull snapped down to face him from where it had been resting on top of his skull. “what about your brother? didn’t he hug you?”

“I WASN’T RAPED WHILE HE AND I WERE… TOGETHER. BEFORE THAT, HE WOULD GET MAD,” Blue said. Mentally he added ‘at me’, but he didn’t say it out loud. He’d already shared so much personal stuff today, and he really didn’t want them to realise how gross he was yet. He wanted to have some friends for a little bit, at least. If he told them that his own brother had been mad at him he was sure that they either would agree with Stretch or not believe him. That was what had happened in the past.

Edge looked at him sympathetically. “I UNDERSTAND. I KNOW I GET MAD WHEN I FIND OUT SOMEBODY HAS BEEN RAPED. I JUST KNOW THAT THERE’S VERY LITTLE POINT IN SHOWING IT, AT LEAST WHERE FELLGORE IS CONCERNED.”

Blue’s eye lights blew out wide. He squeaked, “YOUR KING? YOUR KING IS THE ONE WHO DID THIS?”

All of the others nodded. Felldyne eventually said, “He’s the only one who could get away with it, Blue. The Queen made the laws about the Big Four back before their children died, and long before she did. The King made the rule after he’d killed her that he was exempt from them.”

Blue let out a huff and stomped his foot. “THAT’S… THAT’S SO UNFAIR! WHY DO THE ROYALS ALWAYS TREAT THEIR PEOPLE LIKE PUPPETS? THEY ACT LIKE WE AREN’T REAL, AND THEY ARE, AND IT’S REALLY UNFAIR! I WISH I COULD DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, BUT I’M SO WEAK I’D BE DUSTED IN AN INSTANT. IT’S JUST… SO UNFAIR!”

He couldn’t read the expressions that passed between the other four, but they didn’t leave him in the dark for long. “What if you could, Blue? Would you really help?” Felldyne asked appraisingly.

“OF COURSE I WOULD!” Blue said firmly. “I PROMISED MY DAD THAT I WOULD DO ANYTHING I COULD TO HELP PEOPLE!”

More expressions passed. Then, slowly, Scales said, “I think we might be able to do it. But we can’t talk about it up here. Blue, come unstrap me. Felldyne, come carry me down to the basement. I’ll be safer down there anyway. I think I have a plan.”