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[thunderbottle]

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[shushiyuii]

Subject T0M au

This is an Au I’ve had stockpiled for a while wkakdnknak. It’s going to multiple parts too, once I get to working on those. If you have any questions you’re welcome to ask!

I hope you guys enjoy it (Also gimme your fucking requests UwU /lh)

Warnings: Experimentation, injury? And Horror elements (It’s mainly fluff i promise :3)

Words: 3K

Document – T0MMY1NN1T

Assigned to: Doctor Wilbur Soot Watson

Description: Subject T0M was once a [REDACTED] by the name of [REDACTED] [REDACTED]. His age is of kin to an elder teen, probably around the age of [REDACTED] to [REDACTED].

The appearance of Subject T0M is like a human, they have blonde hair and pale skin. Their most common height is 6’3 on average but can change depending on the form. Their face, arms and legs are covered in a black substance of unknown origin, it mainly takes on half of their body and appears to be almost liquid.

Their face is completely black, the only thing apparent is their fangs like a wolf when they open their mouth to feed, multiple fangs, the only other feature on Subject T0M’s face is their light blue eyes that glow in the dark.

Subject T0M isn’t very intelligent, they have some semblance of human intelligence, understanding simple language and commands.

They’re quite approachable as well but Subject T0M is to be approached with caution, as they could be quite dangerous. If angered there’s no knowing what Subject T0M is capable of.

Their abilities consist of being able to manipulate the material of their body, being able to change shape and size, their favourite is to mimic those around them. It is not an exact copy; it is apparent that Subject T0M is themselves because the material of their body will still be there even if they changed forms.

They can also create weaponry and different things from their material but again not exact copies, they’re quite harmless usually.

Subject T0M is to be assigned to Rookie Doctor Wilbur Soot. Under the watch of Philza Watson.

 Entry 01 – 02/09/20—

So today was my first-day researching Subject T0M, from what I can say so far is that they’re quite interesting but so far besides the examinations, they haven’t shown much behaviour. Only staring at me from a distance.

Also, I’m not used to this sort of thing like writing documents and reports, not my favourite thing in the world but it’s not the worst thing either. So, Subject T0M already has a lot of his abilities recorded, I’m just here to see if he develops any noteworthy changes and watch over the guy.

Currently, there is no change in behaviour, he just stares down at me at a distance, like I’m the most interesting thing he’s ever seen, perhaps that’s the case?

He seems so lonely in that containment cell, it’s just an empty white box surrounded by glass, perhaps at some point I could request an upgrade to higher-ups for the lil’ fella? That way he can have a more comfortable place. Rather than a highly lit, bland, cold box.

 Entry 02 – 05/09/20—

So Today, Subject T0M did something quite interesting, it’s a drastic difference from the last few days by just staring at me through the windows of the cells.

You see, instead of just watching me from the other side of the office, as usual, it can get quite boring in the office once you finish the days' assignments of reports, schedules, contracts and more and having to watch this guy and do the usual routine gets quite boring so I decided to work on some personal things and bring my guitar, so I could work on my songs, practising the guitar and stuff.

So, I played some things, the next thing I know is that one moment I’m singing, the next in shock as I look over in disbelief. Subject T0M had moved over towards the window, his hands and face on the glass, dead staring me in my eyes, they were filled with curiosity and interest like an infant listening to music for the first time.

A way to describe it would be that Subject T0M seemed so much happier, but when I stopped, he looked almost disappointed, I stared at him in amazement for a moment and I started to play again, and his expression went back to being amazed.

My music seems to interest Subject T0M so perhaps I should do more research and experiments with different kinds of music to see which they prefer?

Not only that but it’s nice to have someone rather than my dad that enjoys my music. They’re almost my second biggest fan. I’m looking forward to seeing more of this kid.

Entry 03 – 06/09/20—

As of now, I have started the experimentation of music with Subject T0M, he seems to prefer rather upbeat, pop music and general music.

I also played him some songs from popular games, one of them being The Able Sister’s from Animal Crossing, he really seemed to enjoy that one.

Besides the experiments, I’ve started to talk to Subject T0M as it does get lonely here, plus he’s the only other guy here in the department. Although he doesn’t talk, he’s a great listener, nodding whenever I state my opinion and even trying to communicate verbally from time to time, even though he doesn’t seem to have the ability to speak.

And I’ve also seemed to have started a habit of calling Tom or Tommy, it suits him! He’s also been showing more personality, he seems more aggressive like a gremlin but not in a bad way, he’s just displaying more emotion it seems.

Entry 04 – 09/09/20—

So, the experiments and communication of Tommy have made significant progress. He’s become feistier and more vocal, he’s not aggressive in a physical sense, just annoyingly loud. He’s like a fucking child.

And today was another experiment with Tom, with the test subject being myself since it seems safe enough, so need to gather others or security over it.

I entered his containment cell, and the moment I did, Tommy showed no difference in behaviour, to begin with, just a somewhat surprised expression on his face. Probably because this was the first time, he had seen me so close.

I carefully approached at first but then a thought came to me. So far I’ve been treating him like a human so maybe treating him the same way now would have the same effects?

I sat down next to him and started talking to him as usual, and he slowly started to move closer to me, cautiously. He seemed almost nervous, but his focus was on me, rather than himself. I found it rather odd, maybe something is wrong?

Again, he tried talking back but of course, it sounded like a fucking crack pipe, so it didn’t quite work. But he was talking and for some reason, it just brought a smile to my face.

I felt like an older brother would be a way to describe it, I made a promise in my head to protect him. We even tried singing together, it was a lot of fun, I look forward to spending more time with him.

Entry 05 – 12/09/20—

The past couple of days have been a lot of fun with Tommy like I’ve gained a friend. You see, growing up I was always a bit lonely, I was social, but I never found myself clicking with anyone because nobody had the same interests as me, so I turned to focus more on my studies, science in fact like my father told me too. And look at me now!

I’m a training researcher in the same facility as my dad, as this place is one of a kind opportunity, so I guess I got pretty lucky. And it seems Tommy agrees maybe, he reminds me of well me, I don’t want him to be lonely like I was, maybe I could arrange a meeting between other monsters?

Entry 06 – 14/09/20—

Tommy and I have been bonding a lot more lately and I’ve also improved a lot myself with finishing work sooner and taking up more assignments.

Speaking of which my father said if I keep this up, I may get more recognition in the facility, maybe even a promotion which I’m happy about. I’ve sent in a request to the higher-ups to allow Tommy communication of other monsters to which I hope they approve.

Besides that, I was talking to Tommy as per usual and he displayed a different emotion, excitement. He seemed eager to show me something and when I asked, “What is it?”. His form changed to be slightly taller and more of his black substance covered his body but after a while, his form changed to be similar to my own, he tried copying me.

Like physically. It was quite surprising if I’m honest, my shocked expression to Tommy made him realise the situation and immediately changed back and tried to reassure me, I felt bad and tried to reassure him it was okay. It’s funny to look back on.

Entry 07 – 15/09/20—

I got approval from the higher-ups, probably getting special treatment since my dad is one of the higher-ups, others aren’t normally so lucky. Dad, or should I say Doctor Philza? He said we could have a meeting between Tommy and his subject, R4NB00 or as he says Ranboo.

 Dad said that his subject Ranboo does need to socialise more since he appears to have symptoms of social anxiety so maybe this will do them both some good since they both seem to be around the same age. Like Tommy, Ranboo only socialises with him and another subject T3chn0, or the blade, blood god. He’s got quite a reputation around here.

Anyways, I’ll say what I know about Subject R4NB00 as of his report, so I know to look over it in case of emergency.

R4NB00 is a tall humanoid standing above 8 ft tall. They have a black and white fur coat, a thin fur coat to be described as silky. Their coat is black on one side and white on the other, their hair is the same but in the opposite way to his fur.

They have heterochromia in their eyes, one being green and the other a bright red. They also have horns of small height; they aren’t sharp and rather small so they wouldn’t hurt anybody with them. They also have a thin tail, with it being fluffy at the end.

Subject R4NB00 isn’t the biggest fan of the regular attire assigned to all subjects, they rather wear a tuxedo embedded with the facility’s logos. They are also timid, avoiding conflict whenever possible. They also can speak but prefer not to due to being shy, they will only communicate with a select few.

Their abilities consist of having the ability to teleport at will and communicate in an unknown language. They also have weaknesses being unable to touch the water and having a state of mind of when they aren’t in control of themselves, they talk in their unknown language in this state and teleport randomly, they are to be awoken as soon as possible unless they are in this state for a test.

Report 16/09/20-- - Meeting of Subject T0M and Subject R4NB00

Today was the meeting of Subject T0M and R4NB00. Both were properly secured successfully and safely in transportation cells with the required security of 5 guards each in each truck and successfully transported to the meeting facility without stress or failure.

Both researchers were safely secured behind the required monitoring window.

The meeting was rather successful between the two creatures. To begin with, when the two saw each other they both maintained distance, for Subject R4NB00 it was because they were anxious about meeting another creature and for Subject T0M, meeting somebody else rather than their researcher.

Subject T0M was the first to contact Subject R4NB00 by trying to communicate verbally with them, it was unsuccessful and resulted in Subject R4NB00 being confused. The two sat in silence for a moment longer until Subject T0M attempted another move of contact by cautiously approaching Subject R4NB00, which resulted in them backing up into a nearby wall and trying to get away from Subject T0M.

Subject T0M then backed off and changed their form to mimic R4NB00, this is theorised to be Subject T0M trying to either comfort or entertain Subject R4NB00, they then changed back into their regular form.

Despite being confused, Subject R4NB00 seemed to notice that Subject T0M meant no harm and then tried to approach subject T0M. Subject T0M did not move.

When Subject R4NB00 approached, there was approximately 1 meter between the two, Subject R4NB00 looked at the two researchers to look for approval to which he got from Doctor Philza via a thumbs up.

Subject T0M curious looked to where R4NB00 was looking and noticed the two researchers and made a noise of happiness towards his researcher, to which Doctor Soot responded with a smile and a thumbs up.

Both Subjects looked back at each other and sat down beside each other. Subject R4NB00 began to communicate with Subject T0M, Subject R4NB00 introduced themselves and made small communication, to which Subject T0M responded positively too, as they couldn’t communicate back. After that, the meeting was concluded.

After their meeting, when asked about the meeting by their researchers. Subject R4NB00 responded positively to seeing Subject T0M again and talked positively about them despite not being able to communicate.

Subject T0M appeared upset a few moments after the meeting, scratching at the windows of his cell, whining. When asked if he wished to see Subject R4NB00 again, he responded positively. Another meeting between the two has been arranged.

Entry 08 – 17/09/20—

Tommy seems to miss his new friend quite a bit but it’ll be a while before the next meeting between them as it has to be approved again and it’ll be a while.

Doing our normal routine keeps him happy for a while but if I leave him for more than 15 minutes he begins to whine again. I wasn’t quite sure what to do as I couldn’t keep him company all day.

On my lunch break I talked to my co-worker Doctor Puffy about the matter, she’s a smart gal and rather motherly, she reminds me of my mom at times. She suggested that I give Tommy a gift, like a plush bear to befriend so he wouldn’t feel so lonely while I was gone.

So, I quickly made my way to a store, it was rather odd to see myself, an adult in a toy aisle but I found a decent plush. It’s a Minecraft spider plushie. I gave Tommy the plushie and introduced him to the plush, when I asked him what he wanted to name the plush he responded with a sound, it honestly sounded like he said shroud, so I suggested it. He responded happily so I guess we now have Shroud the spider.

Now I’ve got the peril of getting medication for my father as he’s somehow gotten sick.

Incident Report  #19283 – 18/09/20-- -

No staff or other creatures were harmed during the containment breach, minor damages to the building, broken walls and broken windows within the cell. All to be fixed within a minimum of 3 hours. Subject T3CHN0 was successfully contained in a holding cell as we interviewed him as to why he breached containment, to which he responded that “Nobody told me where Phil was.”.

Doctor Philza was then contacted to talk to Subject T3CHN0 to explain his current predicament of being sick, to which Subject T3CHN0 huffed in response and refused to cooperate with us further.

Subject T3CHN0 escaped containment in a rampage, the reasoning being as he was not informed of his researchers’ location, as Doctor Philza was sick for the past two days before the incident. Both researcher and creature are rather close with each other, as to why the Subject was upset.

Prior to the incident (recorded by security cameras), Both Subjects of Doctor Philza were speaking to each other about the current location of their researcher, both concluded that neither of them had any idea of where the Doctor was, both subjects ask their temporary carer as to where their researchers’ location was, to which the carer wouldn’t respond so Subject T3CHN0 decided to find his answers.

Subject T3CHN0 broke through his containment cell’s window and then proceeded to break through multiple walls trying to find his researcher.

(The document then goes into detail about what T3CHN0 did during his rampage before he was contained)

During the rampage, Subject T3CHN0 broke through the walls of Doctor Soot’s office and his creature, Subject T0M. As Subject T3CHN0 entered the office, Doctor Soot was frightened at the unexpected visitor as tried to get away from the approaching Subject T3CHN0, Doctor Soot demanded that he get away, to which T3CHN0 huffed in response.

Subject T0M took some time to register that his researcher was in danger, but when he heard he did, he sprang into the action of defending his researcher.

His form changed into one of being described as fearsome, they changed heights to one over 15 ft tall, his hands turned into claws, long sharp fangs became visible, a sharp tail and pair of horns after appeared with this form. (Doctor Soot has been requested to do further research into this form)

Subject T0M roared in warning towards the other, then proceeded to pounce through their containment cells window, shards of glass scattered throughout the room.

They then ran towards their researcher and in a crouched position, picked up his fallen researcher and held him close to his chest, growling furiously at T3CHN0.

The two Subjects stared at each other for a moment until T3CHN0 began to communicate verbally by asking where his researcher was, Doctor Soot was too much in a state of shock to respond.

Subject T0M held his researcher closer and tried to comfort him in a way of purring, even nuzzling his researcher for a response, to which Subject T3CHN0 left due to being impatient.

Subject T0M continued to hold onto his researcher and eventually Doctor Soot snapped out of his state to stare in awe of Subject T0M, When Subject T0M saw their researcher responding he made worried sounds to them, to which Doctor Soot responded with a laugh and said: “I’m fine buddy”.

Subject T3CHN0 was then contained shortly afterwards.

[chaolie]

Forgotten

With how much he's been ignored by all the people he cares about, Fundy sometimes wondered if they'd even notice if he was gone. If things would be any different if all of them just suddenly forgot him... Would they feel like something's missing, or would they go on with their lives? Would anyone miss him?

Now, he finds himself stranded at the beginning of the prime path with no memory of getting there, and soon after he starts to wander through it, he can already tell that something's wrong. Why is everyone ignoring him, as if he didn't exist?

Words: 3.9k

Characters: Fundy, 5up, Dream, Eret, others

Warnings: horror elements, very slight body horror

In the end, there are some explanations for a couple of things I really want to mention but they’d spoil the ending.

When Fundy opens his eyes, he has no idea where he is. He looks around, confused, he doesn’t remember coming here… nor does he remember what was he doing before. He finally realizes that he’s in the middle of the prime path, the end near Bad’s and Skeppy’s mansion, but the confusion doesn’t leave. He looks down at his hands, trying to remember what the hell is he doing out here, but for some reason, they feel wrong. He quickly looks away from them, and without a second thought, he starts to walk. It just feels like the right thing to do.

After a while of walking, he reaches the bench with the jukebox and hears Tommy’s laughter coming from his little house in the hill. He follows the path’s turn towards L’Manburg and looks into the small building, seeing Tommy and Tubbo inside. The two are playfighting and they both seem so peaceful… Fundy doesn’t remember the last time he’s seen the two of them so happy. Still, he hopes to get some answers from them. They’d surely know what he was doing out here, they always know what’s going on.

“Tommy? Tubbo?” he calls out. They ignore him. “Hey!” he adds louder, approaching the two. “Tommy! Tubbo! Listen to me!” he yells, standing right by them.

He still gets no reply from them. Growing slightly annoyed, he reaches out to grab one of them and get their attention. Just as he does so, Tubbo jumps away from Tommy, holding something… blurry. Fundy grows more confused, it’s clearly something and he can see everything else, but this thing is just? Impossible to perceive? Yet the younger two seem to see it quite clearly.

“Hey, get back here!” Tommy yells, running towards Tubbo.

“You wish!” the other boy screams, running outside.

Tommy follows him and runs right past Fundy. In fact, so closely that the fox was surprised that he didn’t feel Tommy pushing past him. Still, he has to get some answers, so he follows the two. They seem to run towards L’Manburg, but by the time Fundy leaves Tommy’s house, they’re barely visible in the tunnel leading towards it. Has it really been that long?

“Hey, wait up!” he calls after them, running the same way.

Instead of seeing them again, as he enters the tunnel he notices Philza and Ghostbur coming into it from the other side. Good, at least they weren’t too caught up in playing that they could answer him. No longer feeling in rush, he walks towards them and waves them a hello.

“Hey! Tommy and Tubbo seem really energetic today, don’t they? Is something special happening?” he says, trying to casually start a conversation with the older two.

“Thank you so much for the help, Phil!” Ghostbur says with a bright smile, just as if he didn’t hear his son’s voice.

“No worries, mate. In just a moment, we’ll get Friend out of there,” Philza answers him, ignoring Fundy as well. Or maybe they just didn’t hear him at first?

“What are we doing, again?” Fundy asks, stopping in the middle of the crossing so that they couldn’t miss him.

“I can’t wait to see Friend again!” Ghostbur hums instead of answering him. Growing impatient, Fundy sighs.

“Dad. I need help too, you know?” he admits. Wilbur would never ignore him after being referred to as ‘dad’, after all.

“What happened to his first lead, anyway?” Phil asks as they pass right by Fundy, just barely missing him. For a moment, he stays in his place, crossing his arms and angrily staring at the ground. What the hell is that?

“Oh, I lost it… I wanted him to run free for a moment and I put it on the floor but it just disappeared some…” Ghostbur’s voice fades as he speaks, but surely they didn’t get too far for Fundy to hear them. Yet as he turns, they’re suddenly just… gone.

“Okay, what the hell?” he mutters angrily, following their direction and expecting them to be hidden behind a corner. They aren’t. 

Just as he was about to go after Tommy and Tubbo again, he notices another familiar person walking down the prime path in the same direction he was originally headed in. It was Niki this time. Brushing away the fact that he didn’t see her over there before, he rushes after her, not intending to take his eyes off of her this time. What the hell was this joke?

“Niki!” he calls after her. She doesn’t even flinch. Being ignored by a 5th person in a row was making him anxious rather than annoyed at this point. “Niki, this is not funny anymore!” he hisses, grabbing her hand.

He feels his heart drop as his hand literally passes through her. He doesn’t even feel it. Just as if she wasn’t really there, as if she was an illusion. Either that, or he was. This leaves him frozen and staring at his own hand as she walks away, cheerful as ever. When he eventually looks back up, she was already at the bottom of the wooden stairs and taking a turn towards the parking lot to the left.

“Niki?!” he calls after her, running down to follow her. He must’ve seen this wrong, there is no way he passed through her. “Niki, come back!” he yells frantically, taking the same turn as her and seeing her hugging Puffy in front of the Pizza place. “...Niki?” he asks once more, his voice growing quiet as he watches the two enter the building.

He shakes his head and steps back onto the prime path. This couldn’t be real. What happened? Was he a ghost or something? Is that why his memory seemed faulty, just like Ghostbur’s? But why were they all so happy if that was true? And why didn’t his dad see him? He was a ghost as well, wasn’t he? 

Fundy covers his eyes and tries to take deep breaths. He didn’t feel dead. That couldn’t be it, right? Surely he’d know if he died… didn’t he have two lives left, too? How could he lose them at the same time? This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be happening… Then, another idea appeared in his head. What if he was actually sitting in a boat somewhere far away, and this was just that weird astral projection thing that happens sometimes? People usually can’t see or hear him when that happens.

“Oh, of course!” he sighs in relief. And even chuckles at how panicked he felt moments ago. Of course this was it. He really needs to take a break and relax soon, how could he be so much on edge that he’d immediately assume that he’s dead? “Alright, let’s get over with this,” he mutters.

He closes his eyes and does a little bow, usually enough to break him out from the boat illusion. Still, he doesn’t feel his surroundings change. As he feels anxiety crawling up his throat anew, he tries to keep a smile and tries again. And again. And again. He opens his eyes and he’s still on the prime path right next to Targay. He shakes his head. Something must be broken, this isn’t real. He quickly turns and walks forward. When he’s a projection, he can’t die. Can’t drown. And there is some water near the prime path in that direction, he’s sure of that.

As soon as he reaches it, he jumps in without a second thought. Not even trying to hold his breath, he allows himself to float down and then relaxes at the bottom of the water. He has nothing to worry about, after all, he’s just proving what he already knows. Suddenly, there’s a burning sensation in his throat and he’s choking. His eyes open wide as he desperately tries to get to the surface. He can barely reach it before most of his life slips out from him, and once he does, he can’t help but gasp and cough. He almost tears up at the sensation of air filling his lungs once again as he crawls out from the water and gets back to the prime path.

“...What…. the… hell?!” he gasps to himself, resting his face on the wood from the path prime for a moment. He’s not a projection? This is real? Is he dead already, or did he just almost die by drowning?

Slowly, he raises himself to his feet and takes off his jacket and hat. They’re both soaking wet, as is the rest of his clothes, but he can afford to shake those two around to make them less wet. Once he puts them back on and looks around to examine his surroundings once again, he suddenly notices someone on the part of the prime path he just jumped from. Sitting on the edge of it, with their legs dangling over the ledge and above the water, is Ranboo. When the hell did he get here?

“Ranboo?” Fundy asks, taking a couple of steps forward. The half-enderman doesn’t react to his name being called. “Oh, of course,” he mutters quietly.

But then, he realizes that unlike everyone else, his friend is not headed anywhere, he’s just sitting there and looking into the water. This meant he had all the time in the world to try and get Ranboo to notice him. He approaches him and starts his attempts. He tries tapping Ranboo’s shoulder, but his finger passes right through it. He tries to wave his hand in front of Ranboo’s eyes, but it doesn’t seem to work either. He tries to punch Ranboo’s shoulder, but it just leaves him with his hand literally inside of it, a rather distressing sight. He tries to run into him at full speed in a desperate attempt to get any reaction out of him, but he once again passes through him instead.

“Ranboo!” he snaps, going back and waving his arms around in a last desperate attempt to get his attention. “What is he even looking at?” he mutters, looking down into the water himself.

He’s met with his own reflection. His, and Ranboo’s, of course. While his friend seems to be fixated on his own, the fox decides to look himself over as well. Is he really that much soaked? It’s just as if he was melting… He grabs one of his sleeves and pulls it down, trying to see how far it’d stretch when wet. His breath seems to disappear as he watches it go on and on. He lets it go and turns his gaze away from his sleeve, his eyes must be fooling him. Still, he continues to look at the reflection. He goes on to brush his soaked hair from his face, but his hand freezes in the middle of doing so. Is it just him, or is his head stretching? In panic, he grabs it from two different sides and tries to push it back to normal. Surely it’s doing that because his fur is wet, right? As he watches the part of his head his skull should be keeping sturdy be squished effortlessly by his own hands, he jumps back.

“What the hell?!” he gasps, feeling around his face… It feels normal? He slowly steps forward again, glancing down. Before he could even process what he saw down there, he’s already backed up again. It was somehow worse. “I- I’m out of here!” he mutters, turning away from Ranboo and running away. He doesn’t feel like trying to get his attention anymore.

He stops only once he’s far from the water, stops to catch his breath, and tries to shake the image of a melted and disfigured version of himself out of his mind. It’s hard to forget it, though, it was so clear and… and felt so real! He looks down at his hands again, and they still feel wrong. He’s not sure why, though, they aren’t melted or anything… And they seem normal enough. He does his best to calm his breath and rubs his eyes, hoping to forget what just happened fast. 

Once he finally manages to calm himself enough to look back, Ranboo is still staring at his own reflection in the water. Fundy just shakes his head and continues his way forward. There’s nothing in the world that could make him go back there and risk seeing his twisted reflection again. After taking just a couple of steps forward, he stops once again.

“...What the hell?” he mutters, looking around. He’s suddenly standing in front of the bridge leading to the Community House. Wasn’t he, like, a couple of minutes away from it just moments ago? He turns around to see himself so far from where he just was that he can’t see Ranboo anymore. Did he blackout? Did he teleport? What was that?!

He shakes his head and continues forward. He doesn’t want to question anything anymore, it’s too distressing, too confusing, too anxiety-inducing, and just… too much. He notices his reflection in the water under the bridge for a second, but he quickly turns away. He already knows better than trying to see it again. He just looks down at the wood under his feet and rushes forward.

The door to the Community House is open. He’s hesitant to step inside, though. He can hear someone speaking inside and he can see a couple of people through the windows, and he’s not sure if he’s able to handle being invisible to them as well. When he eventually steps forward with a little hope somewhere at the bottom of his heart, it’s immediately crushed by Sapnap walking right through him. The man is pacing around while talking with George, Dream, Quackity, and Karl. He has no idea what the conversation is about, and he doesn’t feel the need to figure that out. All he knows is that they don’t see him either.

“Oh, of curse…” he mutters, disappointed. He sadly looks around the building, watching all those people he once knew… even if he wasn’t great friends with some of them, he’d give anything for them to notice him. 

Suddenly, he looks at Dream and he could swear that the white mask on the man’s face is turned directly at him. They lock eyes, or at least it looks like they do, and Fundy hesitantly points at himself. Dream slowly tilts his head, keeping his eyes on him, and suddenly Fundy feels overjoyed as relief washes over him. Dream sees him.

“Dream!” he gasps, rushing forward and trying to grab the man’s shoulders. His hands go right through them. “...Dream?” he mutters. Did he just imagine this? Did Dream not notice him? Just then, the masked man chuckles quietly. It sounds far more menacing than it should.

“Guys, I’ll be right back, I need to… do something,” he says and without a further explanation turns to leave. As some of his friends try to ask questions and some just accept his statement and wave him goodbye, Fundy anxiously follows him.

“Dream! Dream! Please, Dream! You see me, right?!” he cries after him as he follows him towards Eret’s castle. His begs get louder and more desperate with each step, but Dream seems unaffected. Did he really not see him? “Dream! PLEASE! Just tell me if you SEE ME!” Fundy urges and suddenly, the man stops.

“Oh, of course I do,” he answers finally, spinning around to face the distraught fox. For a moment, Fundy freezes before relaxing.

“Oh, thank-” he starts, sighing in relief when Dream turns back around.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t ignore you,” he hums and continues forward. Immediately, Fundy follows him.

“What?! Dream, please! You have no idea how terrifying this is!” he cries, getting in his way only for the man to go through him effortlessly.

“So?” he chuckles, leaving Fundy behind. When the fox looks back at him, he’s face to face with Eret already.

“What brings you here?” the king asks, looking at Dream with confusion on their face. Immediately, Fundy joins the two and waves his arms around.

“Eret! Eret! Can you see me?!” he yells as loud as he can, but no one responds.

“I needed wood, and you always seem to have some. I’ll pay you back, of course,” the masked man answers. Eret nods and heads towards one of the front towers of the castle’s wall. 

“Of course. How much do you need?” they ask. Dream shrugs. 

“Just a couple of stacks. Maybe four? I can give you 10 diamonds for that,” he replies. Eret nods as she enters the tower.

“That sounds fair, I’ll bring that for you,” he agrees before disappearing behind the door. Dream once again chuckles.

“You can quit trying to get others’ attention, you know? They won’t see you anyway,” he says quietly enough for Eret to not hear. 

“Dream, please, there has to be a way to fix this!” Fundy cries out in distress. There just has to be, right? 

“I don't know, Fundy, some things are better left untouched…” Dream hums with amusement as he watches the fox’s panic spiral. 

“Please! I'll do anything!” he begs, desperate to not be left forgotten forever. 

“Is that so?” the man asks slowly. Fundy doesn't think about it too much before nodding in agreement. “Fine, fine… We can discuss the details later, but you're clearly desperate… Here, drink this and everything will be okay again,” he promises, pulling a bottle of a green liquid from behind his back. Not even questioning any of that, Fundy quickly grabs it. 

“Oh, thank you so much!” he gasps, on the verge of tears as he downs the bottle. 

Once he sets it down, he doesn't feel any different at first. Then there's a terrible burning sensation in his mouth, throat, and stomach. All of a sudden, his breath is knocked out of his lungs as he bends over and tries to gasp for air. And as he tries to figure out why it hurts so much, he can hear Dream recoil in laughter. 

“Oh my God! I can't believe you! How gullible can you be?!” he asks through laughter. Fundy looks up at him and they lock eyes again. "You drank straight poison, Fundy. And you didn't even check!” he emphasizes, sounding proud of himself as he laughs again. 

Fundy would love to answer him, to cuss him out, or ask why, or beg for help, or anything, but he can only cough and wheeze through the burning pain. His knees eventually give in and his face is suddenly just barely above the ground as he curls up, covering his mouth and tasting blood inside of it. He's growing tired and more disoriented with every moment, and the only consistent things reaching him are his pain and Dream's laughter. Then, there are footsteps. 

“Fundy?!” Eret calls out, running out from the tower. Fundy feels so out of it that he barely realizes that they didn't see him before. But now they were running towards him, ready to help him and please save him from Dream. 

“He's not worth it, Eret,” Dream hums, and suddenly, the footsteps stop. Why did they stop? 

“...You're right, Dream,” Eret chuckles, her voice suddenly much scarier than before. 

Fundy feels like he's drowning, he can barely breathe anymore when he looks up to see Dream and Eret standing above him, watching him suffer and wheeze and cough and slowly wither and die. They're both just watching. His breath hitches as he struggles for air, desperate to live, desperate to survive. His eyes close in pain as he lies on the ground beneath their feet. Still, he tries to push himself back up. Maybe if he shows them how strong he is, they'll give him mercy and let him live? He wanted to live, he didn't want to die, he was scared of death-

“Do you want to do the honors?” Dream asks. Fundy forces his eyes open to look up at them again. 

“With pleasure,” Eret answers. As Fundy's vision focuses, he sees a boot flying at his face. Then, he feels pain and hears a crack in his neck. Everything goes black. 

With a gasp, he sits up. The air is heavy and dry, there's probably dust in it and he can feel it scratching his throat. He can also feel tears running down his face and a pair of hands on his shoulders. With a gasp, he starts struggling against them, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't, he doesn't-

“Fundy!” someone calls out, someone familiar. Do they want to kill him too? 

“P-please, I- I-” he gasps in panic, shivering as they let go of one of his shoulders and gently take his hand. Too gently. They must be faking it. 

“Fundy, it's okay! You're okay…” they hush him, rubbing his hand gently. That's clearly a lie, why does his chest hurt so much if he's okay? “Please, take deep breaths, you're okay,” they try to convince him. 

“I- I-” he gasps, wanting to call them out on lying but unable to get any words out. Just then, his vision finally sharpens and he can make out their face in the darkness. “...5-5up?” he asks under his breath. 

“I'm here,” the 'someone', his boyfriend, answers. “You're okay, you're safe now, okay?” he assures him. Out of all people, he’s one of the few Fundy’d consider trustworthy. 

“O-okay,” he agrees quietly, nodding. 

Suddenly, he's pulled into a gentle embrace and he finds himself hiding in 5up's arms. Almost immediately, he wraps his hands around him and holds onto his shirt as if he was about to disappear. Instead, his boyfriend rocks him gently to the sides and hums quietly, bringing Fundy more comfort than he'd like to admit. 

“Better?” 5up asks after a moment of silence. Fundy nods slightly and mutters a quiet confirmation. “It's okay, Fundy. I promise, it was just a bad dream,” he assures. Fundy shivers at the words. 

“It was a goddamn nightmare,” he mutters quietly. With a sigh, 5up pulls away to look at Fundy’s face.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” he asks, and Fundy hesitantly nods.

“Y-yeah, I…” he mutters, still taking a couple of sharp breaths as his lungs get used to having air again.

“Come on, let’s get you some water first, okay?” 5up suggests, slowly getting up and giving Fundy time to follow. 

“...Okay…” he nods. His legs almost give in the second he tries to stand, but with 5up’s help, he manages to keep his balance somehow. Yet when 5up tries to lead the fox towards where they could find water, Fundy doesn’t budge from his place.

“...Fundy?” he asks, turning to see the man looking down at the floor, trembling slightly while still holding his hand.

“Do you… do you think you’ll ever just… forget me?” he asks hesitantly, his voice cracking slightly. He can’t help but fear the answer he’s about to get.

“Oh, Fundy…” 5up sighs, taking a step towards him and pulling him into a hug again. “I promise, I will remember you forever,” he assures him. A single sob escapes Fundy as he returns the embrace. “How could I ever forget such a smart and handsome man, after all?” he adds, and Fundy can’t help but chuckle before relaxing in his arms.

“...Thank you, Five…” he mutters quietly. They stayed like that for quite a while, the water could wait after all.

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Thank you for reading and I hope the story was interesting and entertaining for you!

Also, as mentioned before, I would like to explain some things about the nightmare:

First of all, when you're dreaming and you try to count your fingers, you'll always get the wrong number. That's why Fundy felt as if something was wrong whenever he looked at his hands. I just figured that this could be a nice hint.

Second of all, reflections don't work properly in our dreams. That's why you should never look into a mirror while you're sleeping, you could "see something terrible". I wasn't sure what that meant until I recently had a dream in which I got to see my reflection and uhh. It wasn't nice, but hey, at least I know what it means and could use it here!

If you have any more questions as to why what happened/about the setting and stuff, my askbox is always open! So are my DMs, and you can always leave them in tags/replies/reblogs, too!

Oh, and lastly, this is also on AO3, so don’t worry if you find it over there, no one stole it.