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thatoneao3writer · 2 years

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i promised this a while ago, but only just finished it. not my usual style, clearly, so it is considerably shorter, but im still happy with it :)

at any rate this is dedicated 100% to @/narwhalismyname, for complimenting me and giving me all the motivation to finish this after it sat, untouched, for almost a month. thank you again <3

without further ado, please enjoy my very short and open-ended fic about Punz's first time seeing Sam Nook :)

(in case of confusion, before i took a break from writing we had talked about ttau characters pronouns, Punz uses he/they/lir/nyct/zed/ve)

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Punz sighed, running a hand through their hair in frustration as they approached the front door of the Titans Tower. The doorbell stares at him tauntingly, which is quite stupid, honestly. ‘That's right. Stupid ass doorbell. Fuck you too.’

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Okay, so maybe Punz was a little tired, a little dehydrated, a little bit crazed at the moment, but honestly? Who’s to know. It's not like you could tell that nyct hadn’t slept or eaten in the past 36 hours. It wasn’t virs fault anyways, it was virs fucking little brother Purpled, disappearing without a note, not a goddamn trace. Luckily, zed had found Purpled hanging around with Tommy and Tubbo sometime last night, just fucking around the city with no rhyme or reason. Now he was here to let Sam know that Purpled was back, seeing as the man had helped out a bit. He rang the doorbell, waiting as delirious thoughts flitted through his mind.

‘Why does a group of superheroes even have a fucking doorbell?’ Finally though, someone answers the door. Antfrost. Punz sighs, not wanting to deal with what has a good 80% chance of being horny bullshit. Luckily, Ant seems to recognise the look of absolute exhaustion on lirs face and huffs a laugh, before opening the door for lir without a word, and locking it behind the two. Relieved, Punz takes virs time making virs way towards the lab that ve had a feeling Sam would be holed away in, stopping in the Towers’ kitchen to grab a glass of water, saying hi to Puffy and Bad, and even grabbing a few snacks for the road, sticking cookies and the like into zeds pockets as nyct finally made lirs way to the lab. Punz reached for the door handle, chocolate chip half hanging out of his mouth.

To be quite honest, they looked pretty stupid.

Which is why they are absolutely mortified when the door swings open, revealing the most handsome man ve had ever seen. The man was tall, but not overwhelmingly so, and well built. He had long hair, pulled back in a ponytail, with facial features that were just similar enough to Sam’s own for even Punz’s sleep deprived mind to deduce that the two were related in some capacity. Unlike Sam, the man had Tanuki Ears, fluffy and fluttering ever so slightly to take in the sounds of the Tower. But the starkest difference lay in his eyes. Stunning, they were. Black and white, but not in the way that one would think, as the sclera was completely black, bleeding into white irises. Absolutely piercing, the man's eyes held a certain curiosity within them, as if no amount of knowledge could ever satiate the need to know. Punz gulped as the man walked past him, leaving Sam’s lab. Nyct offered a small, bashful smile at the fact that they had been caught staring, and blushed heavily when the man smiled back.

As Punz got lost in a dream world, Sam watched his friend develop a crush on his AI right in front of his eyes. He sighed lightheartedly, before tapping Punz’s shoulder to get zeds attention. He put on a sly smile before bumping Punz with his shoulder.

“So, Sam Nook, huh?” He asked playfully, poking Punz’s shoulder with glee.

“Fuck off…” Ve groaned, not quite meaning it. Sam laughed.

No harm in letting this go on for a while.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- *this squeal goes on for about 6 whole minutes*

Hayden!! My!! Beloved!!

This is absolutely fantastic! I've probably re-read this like, five times already xD

I absolutely adored the different transitions from scene to scene, it really feels like Punz us walking through the tower- (honestly switching from different settings is hard to write for me, so props to you)

And the description of Sam Nook! It has so much detail, and it's so gently meticulous! I love how Punz mostly notices Sam Nook's eyes most of all, because that part of his design was actually one of the unfinished parts of Sam Nook! He was originally supposed to have 'normal-looking' eyes, but Sam wanted to finish him early and didn't feel like painting the individual parts. It's almost like its eyes are the closest thing in his outward appearance to being an android, and somehow, Punz finds it the most human part of him. <3

Oh, but one tiny criticism: Sam Nook is actually quite short, being 4"11 while Punz is 5"10! But it's not that important, I thought the story was magnificent even so!

(Hope you like my artistic rendition of the doorway scene :))

Love you Hayden /p

- 🐋

#ttau #asks #banghaydencoven #hayden tag #punznook #punz #sam nook #awesamdude

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galaxy-lilies · 3 years

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I hc that Skeppy has a little hand shaped burn mark on his upper arm from when Sapnap was a baby. Skeppy was leaving for his year long nap or wtv and Bad thought it would be a good idea to bring Sapnap. Cue baby Sap wailing and lighting his hands on fire in Skeppys arms when Bad tried to take him back so Skeppy could step through the portal. Cue Skeppy letting out a string of colorful curse words, followed by a very angry Bad screaming the word language as he fell through the portal laughing.

sapnap in the future still feeling guilty about it but skeppy is like “nonsense! it means i have a little reminder of you wherever i go”

#princes of the realms #princes of the realms au #banghaydencoven

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hayden-thefuck-whywouldyoudothis · 3 years

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Don’t mind me...

sitting here...

vibing...

thinking about the fact that c!wilbur probably still views many of the people who were his allies during Manberg vs. Pogtopia, if not all of the people, as his current allies, when in fact many of these people hate him for what he did.

and don’t even get me started in poor fundy :’(

#c!wilbur #wilbur soot #mcytumblr #dream smp #fundy deserves better #its fundy #c!fundy #wilbur and fundy #banghaydencoven

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thatoneao3writer · 2 years

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idea: tubbo hacks nasa

not for any particular reason, he just thinks it's absolutely fucking hilarious to watch as these high profile scientists freak out as cartoon bees fly acrosd their screens, the speakers start blasting careless whisper, and all of the doors get locked from the outside, only for a disco ball to descend from the ceiling(he had tommy plant it there) and the floor to start lighting up

needless to say, the scientists started dancing frantically to appease whatever god they had angered

Me having to look up careless whisper made this even funnier than it already was HAHHSHWJ

I- I forgot to answer this I'm so sorry

- 🐋

#ttau #asks #tubbo #hayden tag #banghaydencoven

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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Enjoy, and then come yell at me maybe.

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It really is lucky that Wilbur technically has a team of semi-willing people to do his bidding, or the plan would never have been able to work. Semi-willing is a bit of a stretch, but manipulation works wonders. He has minions from Schlatt working alongside Hannah, Ghostbur, Tubbo, Ranboo. Michael stays a Wilburs side, used as leverage for all of them. None of them want to see an innocent child die. And so, everyone works, securing and rigging bombs in basements as Hannah covers the explosives in a layer of thorny vines, used to keep wandering hands and prying eyes away. It’s the one way she is going to be at all useful in the coming times, seeing as their contract had been terminated on negative grounds.

The plan really is simple. It has to be simple, or the odds of something going wrong grow dramatically. First, the bombs. Thirteen 1-megaton bombs within the Essempei city limits. Each bomb was to be set for 1200 hours and protected by Hannah’s magic. The bombs start the fire, and Wilbur’s friend will spread it. The fire follows all, until no one is left standing. That is, no one but the Titans, the HIVE, the Syndicate and all such others. Then the real show begins.

Wilbur stands on the roof where it all started, just a few hours before it all commences. The traitorous Asker stands to his left, looking out over the city. All it is now is the waiting game. Wilbur hums as he stands in the sunrise, a song he hadn’t bothered to think about in a long time, at least not since the fateful day in the room under L’manburg. It had, afterall, been etched in the walls, as a reminder. As time passes, they are joined by comrades as they complete the areas they were assigned. First is Hannah, supervising a newly gagged and bound pair consisting of Ranboo and Tubbo, both struggling to break free the moment they see Michael in a cage off to the side, much too close to the edge of the roof for their liking. The next few people are the leaders of groups Wilbur had assigned to certain areas of Essempei, reporting on progress and completion. Lastly is Schlatt, who arrives to have just a few words with Wilbur before leaving once more with reassurances of his personal safety during the plan. Once everyone who needs to attend to other matters for the sake of the plan. Wilbur turns to the side, teeming with anticipation.

“Proceed.”

And the button is pressed, once, and promptly dropped to the ground, stomped on by the heel of an uncaring murderer.

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“SAM! SAMMMM!” Ghostbur screams as he phases through a seemingly infinite amount of walls to reach one of the meeting rooms in the tower. “SAM!” He calls once more, startled as Sam seemingly appears from thin air, holding a large mug of coffee and rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Oh thank prime. Sam. I- I’m so sorry Sam. Please. Please. Y- you have to forgive me!” and he bursts into tears, whimpering softly in pain as Sam pulls the ghost over to a chair, confused and much too tired to be dealing with an overly empathetic ghost crying and apologising about something he isn’t even alluding to.

“Hey, hey. You need to calm down Ghostbur.” He says, pulling over a chair for himself. “Now tell me what the hell you're talking about.”

“It was me.” He says, taking a deep breath, “I’m the one who sold Hannah out.” He quickly looks to the ground, face burning slightly, from both shame and the tears that continue to run down his face. Sam sighs, rubbing his eyes with fatigue as he mulls over how to approach the topic at hand.

“Ghostbur…” he starts, before stopping himself. He sets his coffee on the ground next to the chair and tries again. “Ghostbur. We kinda already knew?” The spectre’s head shoots up in confusion and questioning, so Sam continues with a rambling explanation, a mixture of coffee and sleep deprivation from nights lost to spending time trying to locate the missing teens and taking his shifts to console a still grieving Fundy leeching most of his common sense.“Yeah. Ummmmm, well, Hannah. She… she kinda works for herself. Her own best interest, ya’know? And. Well… she’s been working for- no, with us this entire time- obviously- and while it is, how do I put it, not great that Hannah was sold out, I know that she can protect herself. And that’s kinda the bottom line. She’ll be fine, as long as Wilbur and Schlatt don’t actually know that we know. We just hope that they think she is a double agent on behalf of the plants or trees or whatever her shtick is- which she is, of course! Don’t get me wrong, I know and understand that she’s playing all of us, but we- well, we really need her to be at least somewhat on our side.”

Ghostbur’s mouth gapes open at the revelation, fists tightening on the ends of the ratty sleeves of his sweater.

“W-well…. In that case, I- well, I know there was something else I had to tell you, but…. Umm…. I can’t really remember what it was?” He averts his gaze from Sam, still seated in front of him, looking slightly peeved. “It was…. Ummmm…. Oh yeah. Something, something, Wilbur, bombs, and a plan? I’m not quite sure, t-to be honest. I just know that this plan has been in the works for an extremely l-long time. Oh, and something about noon.” he trails off, and waries a glance at Sam.

Wrong decision.

Just a moment ago, the man had looked decidedly annoyed at Ghostburs lack of insightful information, but now, fear showed on his face as he frantically checked his watch, eyes clouding with terror. He jumps up, knocking over the cup of coffee as he runs out of the room, yelling commands to everyone within the Tower, including the Titans, HIVE, and all vigilantes that had been in attendance to the prior meetings about the Wilbur Issue. Ghostbur takes off after him, asking questions but receiving no answers. Sam runs straight to the main control room, frantically booting up the PA system.

Ghostbur glances up to the clock on the wall, checking the time.

11:28 am.

“Everyone! Suit up now and meet on the first floor in five minutes time! Wilbur is going through with his plans! I repeat, WILBUR IS GOING THROUGH WITH HIS PLANS!” Sam yells, desperately. A cacophony of yelling and other discordant noises as everyone rushes around does nothing to ease the anxiety that both are currently feeling.

Sam forces himself to move, heading to suit up, all the while leaving Ghostbur to his own devices. He floats through the hallways, helping people where he can, sinking into the background where he can’t. Eventually, he reaches the first floor, and watches as the teams trickle in, anxious and terrified. Sam is the last to arrive, moving to the front of the room to give an incredibly quick briefing.

And that's when the sirens start, proceeding an incredibly loud boom that rocks the tower side to side just enough to scare everyone inside.

“GUYS.” He screams over the noise. “Please shut the fuck up! I need you all to listen. Wilbur has detonated around 13 1-megaton bombs underneath buildings in Essempei. I don’t know what their plans are, but we need to get downtown as quickly as possible!! Use any means necessary to get there, and try to save anyone you can on the way! Does everyone understand??” Sam stops, catching his breath as everyone gives a positive response of understanding. Everyone makes a move to leave, jostling each other around. That is, until the front doors slam open, revealing the two Green Lanterns, prepared to fight, standing in the doorway. Sam sneers, and Fundy make a move to approach the two in anger, only to be held back by Niki. Phil takes a step forward, opening his mouth to speak.

“Tommy told us what happened. I know you banned us from helping but you need to understand that we can help you!” Fundy looks at Tommy, cursing him out under his breath.

“Please.” Drista adds, “We know that we can help.” Sam sighs, turning to the masses.

“What do you guys think?”

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-⍑ᔑ||↸ᒷリ

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I do hope you liked this part, even if it’s not my favourite. I'm very excited to start writing the finale as I have some pretty pog stuff planned for it. This part has taken me almost a month and a half, and is quite short, but important, because you all have another decision to make. Keep in mind what happened last time when you make your decision.

And so,

Should the Titans, HIVE, Syndicate, and vigilantes let Phil and Drista help out?

Vote here!

https://forms.gle/XGwmRLeL9wgKRba39

Hayden wtf-

That's a LOT of bombs D:

(translation: Dont fuck it up, askers. Remember what happened last time? make your decision wisely.)

jeez way to be ominous XD /lh

Jokes aside tho, this is super poggers!!! :D - 🏒

#ttau #wilbur soot #awesamdude #ghostbur #fundy #drista #philza #hannahxxrose #ranboo #tubbo #michael beloved #tommyinnit #nihachu #schlatt #banghaydencoven

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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so i had been researching paradoxes and i came across one of the more simple ones, called the liars paradox. i thought it would be kinda funny if i turned it into a prank.

-basically, sam just kinda, fell down a metaphorical rabbit hole. he had been researching the [redacted] paradox when he came across the liars paradox.

-so, he decided he wanted to prank the entirety of the titans to lighten the mood.

-so, one morning he got up at the ass crack of dawn to put up a huge fucking whiteboard in the titans kitchen.

-on it, he drew two boxes. in the left box he wrote, 'the sentence in the right box is false' in the right box, he wrote, 'the sentence in the left box is true'. underneath the boxes, he wrote, 'whoever figures out a way to solve this will get a prize'

-and then he went back to bed

-when everyone woke up in the morning, they were rightfully confused

-most didnt dwell on it tho. they just kinda thought for a little and gave up with a laugh

-except for ponk and bad

-the two of them spent an entire week thinking of ways to solve it

-they even went as far as to ask members of the HIVE and any vigilantes they came across for help, but everyone refused once they heard how ridiculous the situation sounded

-what finally brought it to an end was bad walking up to the board and drawing a huge circle around both boxes and writing 'nothing inside of this circle actually exists'

-and then teleported it into a pocket dimension

-it wasnt the right answer, but sam found it sooooooo funny that he gave bad the prize (it was an all expenses paid vacation with the winner s/o's)

-ponk was rightfully pissed but sam gave them a kiss as a consolation prize so it was fine

-skeppy found it absolutely fucking hilarious

AAAA THIS IS VERY POGGERS HAYDEN :D i loved this so much!! poor ponk, he missed out on an all expenses paid vacation with sam XD

Also what is the actual answer then? I stg if it's just swapping the two boxes around- XD

- 🏒

#ttau #awesamdude #badboyhalo #ponk #skeppy #banghaydencoven

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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I am back again, baby!!! XD

Please enjoy this part, but stay safe!!!

This installment includes character death, manipulation, mention of weapons and non-graphic gore.

Have fun :)

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Wilbur walks away grinning, listening to the prisoner whimper as he slipped into unconsciousness. Being kicked in the ribs and the face and everywhere in between, really, being generally abused would do that to a person. Especially such a weak person. He shakes his head condescendingly as he exits the room, telling the first government employee he finds to get someone to go into the cell and bandage the prisoners face with white bandages and to clean up the blood on the floor. Everything in that room must remain pristine. He continues onward to the main control area, watching monitors over people's shoulders, making sure everything was right in the world. His world. As Wilbur reaches the middle of the room, he spots the person he’s looking for.

“Schlatt,” he says amiably, offering a hand shake. “I’m Wilbur Soot. I hear you also work with these fine people.” he gestures around the room.

“Of course.” the man- Schlatt- said, rolling his eyes. “They help me out when I need to do some, uh, less than legal shit. But let’s be honest with each other, shall we? They have the firepower, are expendable, and easily manipulated.” Wilbur nodded in agreement, grinning maniacally. Schlatt laughed at his reaction, putting a hand on Wilburs shoulder as he started to walk away. Then, he leaned in almost imperceptibly, whispering something in his ear. Schlatt grinned at him once more, sauntering off to do whatever it is he needed to do. Once he had left, Wilbur turns to address the person manning the monitors with the feed from the cell, freezing before he can say anything. Someone is in the doorway. Just standing there. Floating, actually. They don’t seem overly hostile, and in fact seem to be ghostly, or at least ethereal. They just float there, hugging an oversized blue sheep plush, cocking their head side to side in a confused manner, and saying something every once in a while, always directed at the sheep.

‘This must be Ghostbur.’ Wilbur thinks to himself as he creeps over to the figure, a plan already forming in his mind. ‘Looking very much like the Ghostbur from my universe. Seems just as dumb and naive as mine as well.’ He reaches out a tentative hand, tapping the ghost once on the shoulder. He spins around, almost dropping his sheep plush.

‘Friend, that's what the sheep's name is.’ he thinks as he smiles at the bewildered man in the doorway.

“Hi there, you must be Ghostbur. I’m Wilbur, your counterpart from an alternate universe. Walk with me?” He said, offering a hand out to the ghost. Ghostbur looked up, pointing at himself in a questioning manner as if to say ‘me?’ Wilbur nods, gesturing towards the door.

“Okay.” Ghosbur says, leading Wilbur out of the room. His voice is the exact same as Wilburs, and it threw him for a loop. ‘If this is how I felt being surprised, imagine how Ghostbur here feels. At least I knew who I was talking to already.’ The duo make their way to the greenhouse, chatting idly about their lives, similarities and differences in themselves and in their respective universes. Nothing heavy, just small talk. A small voice in the back of his mind whispers, making sure he understands. ‘Now is the chance, Wilbur. If you’re right about this theory, then Ghostbur will have a way to get what you need.’

“Say, Ghostbur, what’s your relationship with Techno like?” he asks, fingering each plant as he walks past, waiting for an answer.

“Well, I think we are good friends. But I don’t know how Techno feels about Alivebur- er, you- or at least, our version of you?- I don't know, because you are technically Revivebur, not Alivebur, but there is no Revivebur in our timeline- at least I don’t think there is?- and everything that happened. But we are on good terms for the most part. Why do you ask?” the ghost said, getting carried away in vague memories and recollections.

“Well…” Wilbur says, turning to face the ghost. “I have a proposition to make.” He grins. “I think you’ll love it.”

Darkness.

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“Listen, to me. Lock it up now. I don’t care if it’s just a plush, it’s our only blackmail material. We keep it safe.”

...

‘Law 11- Learn to make people dependent on you.’

...

Not too bad of a thing to wake up to, but it wouldn’t be making the top three. Too confusing for the ghost now surrounded with men bearing hoses and buckets of water. Now, Ghostbur may have been naive, but he wasn’t stupid. One movement and these men would disintegrate him before he could utter the word ‘please’.

“What is going on here?” He asked, directed at no one in particular, his voice wavering almost imperceptibly with fear. “Why are you doing this?” There’s Wilbur, near the back of the group. Ghostburs eyes go wide. “Where is Friend?”

“Well…” Wilbur says, looking around the room. “They’re not here are they?” He laughs. “But that isn’t important, Ghostbur. What’s important is the fact that I have a proposition for you.” Raising a hand, Wilbur gestures around the room. “Do you see all of these men, Ghostbur? They are powerful, yes, but they can’t get what I truly need.” Ghostbur pales, or, he pales as much as it is possible for a ghost to do so.

“You want me to get what you need.” He whispers, shaking his head slightly.

“Very clever. You know, you aren’t as stupid as the other one after all. Maybe you will be useful for more than this.” Wilbur responds, slowly clapping his hands, letting himself show just a moment of weakness in reminiscing.

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‘Law 46- Never appear too perfect.’

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“All you need to do is get me the Sunblade. That is all. And you get Friend back, and you go on your merry way. Yes?” Wilbur says, preening visibly at the thought of getting just that much closer to his goal.

“And why do you need that? Why should I get it for you?” Ghostbur challenges, raising some points that would be easy enough to refute. He looks at all of the mem surrounding him, preventing him from leaving. “What part of your deal makes it worth it for me to stay here?”

“What a good question.” He grins, holding up a hand to tick off his points. “One, it is none of your concern. You get no shade thrown on you and you do something useful, I get what I want. Win win, right? Two, it is in your best interest. You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same that my Ghostbur felt. I remember his feelings from that time. Loneliness. Self-hatred. Loathing. And just enough anger to get you by. Don’t you want to be the villain? And three, my deal gives you purpose. I know that all you do is exist and feel like a burden. But you aren’t a burden. You are useful. So help me. Get the Sunblade. You won’t regret it.” Wilbur grins.

…

‘Law 3- Conceal your intentions.’

‘Law 4- Always say less than necessary.’

‘Law 13- When asking for help, appeal to others' self-interest, neer their mercy or gratitude.’

…

“Now, I have another meeting to attend. I will leave you here for now, and come back tomorrow after the ransom drop. I’ll be expecting an answer. See you soon.” He laughs once more, making his way out of the room. He knows Ghostbur, the ins and outs of his mind. It’s an offer he can’t refuse.

‘One down, two to go.’

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“Here’s the thing,” Fundy says, wiping his eyes once more. “I cannot under any circumstances let anything happen to 5. But, I can’t pay the ransom either. I know why Wilbur wants me, and I can’t let him gain the upper hand.” He takes a breath, looking across the table at his planning partners. Puffy, Scott, Dream, Sam, Tubbo and Bad. He needs all of them to make this work. “I am breaking 5up out of there, and I need all of you to help me. I can’t do it without you.” He pauses, guaing their reactions. They don’t seem too surprised. He continues. “Puffy, you'll have to get me there. It’s the fastest and the safest. I trust you. Scott, I really need you to help me out inside the facility. Cameras, blind spots, tracking, everything. And that is why Tubbo is here. I need Tubbo to help Scott get all of the tech back online and to help from behind the desks. That leaves Sam, Dream, and Bad.” He turns to face the trio. Bad, I really need you to create a portal into the facility. It’s the only way I can get in without detection.” The demon looks taken aback, and fearful. “Please, Bad. I know you can do it. I believe in you.” He pleads, tears once again filling his eyes, amplifying the tear tracks and the red around the rims.

“Alright,” the demon gives in quietly. “I think I can do that. Yeah, I can do that.” He nods again, absentmindedly sending little flurries of magic off of his hands in a fit of nerves, allowing himself to fully process what a portal entails.

“Thank you, Bad.” Fundy sighs, relieved. The plan is coming together. “ Sam and Dream, I need you two to cause commotion. Create a distraction. Rope the HIVE and the TT into it if you need to. Just get me time. Please.” They both glance at each other, before nodding. Fundy lets himself cry once again. “Thank you guys. So much. We all understand what we need to do, correct?” Everyone nods with varying degrees of enthusiasm. “Good.”

‘I’m going to save 5up. I’m going to do it. This is going to work.’

It’s nice to have faith.

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“I’m in.” Fundy whispered through his earpiece, letting everyone know how he was doing. Everything was going smoothly. Tubbo and Scott had gotten more or less everything running again, to an extent. Puffy had successfully delivered Fundy to his location, and Sam and Dream were wreaking havoc, drawing attention. And the most vital aspect of the plan. BadBoyHalo. He didn’t have too much trouble, but it still took just a little bit longer then they had planned for. “Scott, Tubbo, which way to the holding cell.” Fundy asked, sneaking silently around corners, heading vaguely towards the middle of the compound.

“Let me check the database.” Tubbo’s voice filled the man's ears, coated in a thick layer of static and glitch. “It looks like you’ve got to take a left and two rights, then head down the first stairs you see in that hallway. Got that?” The teen conveyed, half listening to the scientist on the other end, and half paying attention to Scott’s frantic typing and cursing. “Hold that thought, Fundy.” He pulls off the headset, turning his attention to Scott at one of the monitors on the wall.

“Bad news, man.” He said, shaking his head. “Some of our towers for the control board were completely destroyed. Once Fundy heads down those stairs, he’s on his own. We won’t be able to reach him.” He shook his head, once again trying to fix something, anything. Tubbo cursed under his breath, turning back to the computer to convey the message to Fundy.

“We have some bad news, BossMan. Once you're down those stairs, we can’t help you out anymore.”

Static.

“Fundy?” Tubbo asks, checking Fundy’s transmitter and tracker. He’s already gine down the stairs.

‘Fuck.’

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There it is.

Right in front of him.

‘The door to the cell.’

He reaches out for the handle, pulling the simple sliding lock out of the way to create a Fundy sized gap to slip through. Tubbo still hadn’t come back. This had better have been important for it to take this long.

He enters.

He’s in a white room. No, not a white room. The white room. And right in the middle, a cleanly bandaged 5up unconscious on the floor. He gasps, seeing the red-tinted bandages from the blood still crusted on one side of the wrapping. Fundy runs over, pulling his boyfriend into his lap to make sure he is still breathing.

“Still alive. Thank god.’ He thinks, resting his forehead against 5up’s chest, sobbing quietly. Then, he feels a light movement, so small many would have missed it. He’s awake.

“5?” Fundy breathes lightly, letting his head rest in his lap.

“Fundip?” 5up returns, voice hoarse and dry. He cracks open his eyes, smiling as he sees his boyfriend's face. “You came for me.” He says, snuggling into Fundy’s warmth. “I’m very hungry. And thirsty. Can we go out for lunch?” He asks, closing his eyes once again.

“Oh, honey, of course I came for you.” He chuckles lightly. “And we can definitely go get lunch. But I need you to get up for me. So we can escape. Can you do that for me?” He asks, helping 5 sit up slowly.

“Mhmmm.” He nods. They slowly stand up together, Fundy supporting his boyfriend's weight. “You’re so strong.” He teases, giggling deliriously. That is what dehydration usually does to people. They make their way towards the doorway, heading out and around corners, slowly making their way back to the designated portal location. They turn a corner while Fundy tries to get back in touch with the desk team, not having much luck.

“Shit.” He mutters as the text message declines transpondence for the fourth time. He pockets the communicator, looking around once more before opening a door to go into the next hallway.

Big mistake.

There is a shout, and suddenly there are laser sights playing across their chests as Fundy tries to pull them back and away.

“5.” He says, panicking. “5! We need to run. Please. Help me out here or we are both going to die!.” They’ve made it back around the corner, but the guards are coming. He can hear them. Closer, and closer, and closer and closer and-

“I’m not going to let you die, Fundip.” He says, leaning in to give one last tender kiss, tears staining his cheeks. “Please forgive me.” He whispers, pressing their foreheads together. “I’ll see you in another life.” He smiles.

“What-” Fundy starts, confused. Before he can even finish the word, there is a loud bang, and 5up has thrown himself in front of Fundy.

Right into the bullet's path.

His back arches with the force of the shot hitting his square in the heart, and he falls limp into his boyfriend's arms.

“I love you, Fundy.” He sighs, struggling to breathe.

“I love you too, 5up.” Fundy says, crying uncontrollably as he drags his lover to cover, in a futile attempt to save him.

And too soon, like a seed cracked before it can sprout, he is gone, his final breath an utterance of the most important sentiment of his entire life.

And Fundy screams.

And it is raw, and painful, and heart-wrenching, and the pain is so much worse, and how will he continue, how can he continue, how can he-

And he is a fox, so consumed by terror and sorrow that he could not control his form. He hears, boots approaching, and he takes one more good look at his lover's face, giving him a sweet nuzzle to the cheek. And he runs around the corner, still watching, because Fundy can’t just leave him here.

“And what do we have here?” One of the two guards says, leering down at 5up’s dead body, giving it a little kick. Fundy let’s out a small whimper, wanting so bad to to change back and kill these men, but he can’t and it hurts so much.

“One dead son of a bitch, looks like, eh? Better make sure it’s dead, shouldn’t we?” The second guard says, chuckling and gesturing.

“Of course we should. Do the honors, Mason?” The first guard responds, stepping back to give the other room.

“Gladly.” They say, unsheathing a glinting silver dagger.

‘Don’t watch little fox.’

But he can’t tear his eyes away, whimpering and crying out. The guard positions the dagger right above 5up’s chest, driving it in with force, right into the heart.

“Oh, it’s dead alright.” The two laugh.

And suddenly Fundy is falling.

Falling.

Falling through the portal.

And then he is back. Back with Bad and everyone else.

“I am so sorry, Fundy.” Bad says softly, tearing up.

‘I can never win, can I?’

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And we are done :DDD

Not the longest part, but definitely the hardest to write.

I almost made myself cry.

Almost, but not quite.

Also, those Laws are from 48 Laws of Power, which I will definitely be referencing and quoting as I continue to write.

Hope you all enjoyed, feel free to come yell at me, just remember that you all chose this, and Lu can back me up.

Goodnight :)

HAYDENNNNN- whyyyyyy QAQ

#ttau #tw death #tw manipulation #wilbur soot #ghostbur #itsfundy #5uppp #5undy #tubbo #badboyhalo #ask #banghaydencoven

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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I’m sorry but just like- Foolish carrying a cross or holy water or some shit because Demon=Vampire right? The puffy yells at him and is all like: “he’s not a vampire, and he’s not going to kill you” once he and bad become friends he just burns the stuff, and it’s one of the most embarrassing stories everyone tells, so much so that Bad will usually get secondhand embarrasment and Foolish will just sit there looking like a tomato.

aofwebui- so true XD

#foolish gamers #badboyhalo #captain puffy #ask #banghaydencoven #ttau

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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Green Latern Police: *sees that one raccoon kid* Hey!!! You can’t be here!!!

Skeppy: *walking in* sup’

GLP: wtf? Isn’t he missing?

BBH: *coming in and talking to skeppy* who are those guys?

GLP: WTF? Ahhhh scary demon!!!

Karl: *poofs into floating spaceship* Hey guys how’s it going?

GLP: WTF!!!! Nope we out. Peace!!! ✌️

jsbsjansjah Poor dudes XD

#tommyinnit #skeppy #badboyhalo #karl jacobs #ask #banghaydencoven #ttau

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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Imagine just one of the couples/romantic relationships who are dating just having a make out session

and one of the Asker ghosts shows up, says something, looks at the people, and just smiles really creepily and disappears

like:

Velvet and Antfrost: *making out*

One of the anons(im thinking scared anon for no particular reason): *appears* What if, when ____ happens, x, y, and z?*basically predicts future because askers control what happens* *says something about a fridge army*

Anon: *looks at red and ant* *smiles creepily* *disappears*

Red and Ant: *look at each other really scared* SAM!!!

Why do ya'll wanna make their lives hell- jsidjsksos I ain't complaining though XD

#askers hq #ask #velvetfrost #banghaydencoven #ttau

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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Hello!!! I am back with the next part :D(took me long enough XD)

Enjoy!!!

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Grabbing each other's hands so as to not get lost in the crowd of people gathered on the main roads to watch the celebration, Fundy and 5up ran as fast as they could possibly run while pulling each other along, in the middle of a stagnant sea of people. Slowly, they made their way to the one place that they knew they could find help, or at least condolences. They ran for around an hour, barely moving at times when the crowds of people clogged the main streets. Finally, they emerged from the crowd of people, and started jogging east towards the Titans Tower. Upon arriving, they immediately noticed that the place was looking a little dead. Giving a sigh, Fundy looked over at 5 with a sneaking suspicion. They walked up to the entrance.

“5,” he whispered at the door, “I don’t think there's anyone here right now. Makes sense, seeing as the city is celebrating tonight. Most of them are probably out on dates right now or spending time with family. Especially after what happened with Tubbo and Ranboo.” he gently pulled his boyfriend into a hug, seeing him start to hyperventilate, tears once again running down his face.

“B-but… we need to talk to them!! Now. We need to talk to them now, Fundy!” 5up stuttered out, gripping Fundy’s jacket to stay standing.

“I know...I know.” he whispered, “But if they're not here, there's nothing we can do about it. But, if it makes you feel better, there is one other person we could talk to who might know what happened?” he paused for a moment, letting 5 respond. He nodded. “Alright then. We’ll ring Sam to see if anyone is home, if not, we’ll go see Tubbo, mkay?” Another nod.

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Of course no one had been at the Tower. What had they been expecting? So now, they were on their way to visit Tubbo, taking the train into the heart of the city, looking out the window, doing their best not to imagine all of this gone. Soon, they arrived. They walked up to the front door hand in hand, and rang the doorbell. They watched as it was pulled open by the short british boy they knew and loved. Fundy gave Tubbo a soft smile.

“Finally someone is here,” Tubbo said, crossing his arms to evaluate them from the doorframe. “Not who I expected Sam to send, but you're both scientists, so it’ll do.”

“What?” 5up said quizzically.

“No time for chit-chat, this is some important shit right here.” Tubbo replied, grabbing both of their wrists to drag them off to his office. He managed to pull them into the room, close the door, and sit down, all before the two knew what to say. He walked over to the multitude of monitors on the wall behind his desk, before leaning down slightly to say, “Scott? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m right here.” said a grumpy sounding Scotsman from the computer. That’s when 5up noticed the hologram at the corner of the desk, quickly nudging his boyfriend and pointing at it. Scott looked over at him.

“Good, you got people to look at this with. Are they qualified?” He said, talking to Tubbo.

“Yeah, I’d say they're pretty qualified. Scientists, ya know.” he responded, not looking at anyone while he dug through a box to find what he was looking for.

“Found it!” he cried jumping up to plug in the USB he had found. He slotted it into the computer, and instructed Scott to pull it up once it was prepared. He turned around to look and Fundy and 5up, and was met with some very confused looks.

“We had to put it on storage so that we could look at it, and take it off of the internet as best as possible as to not cause mass panic.” he said with a noncommittal shrug.

“Okay…” Fundy said, stealing a glance at one of the monitors, “what exactly are we going to look at?”

“This.” Scott replied, pulling up a pdf from 3 hours prior. “It showed up at the same time the fireworks started.”

The two lovers' eyes widened. That was the same time the rip in time had appeared.

“But what is it?” 5up asked.

“Well…” Tubbo said we think it’s a prophecy.

A city of gold

Burned to the ground

The hands of a madman

Bearing its crown

People dropping

One by one

Never stopping

Til’ the final verse is done

“This has to be connected.” Fundy says, turning to talk to 5up. “Especially with the part about the city burned to the ground.”

“I agree.” 5 up says, leaning over in the chair to rest against his legs. “Can I go to sleep, Fundip?”

“Of course, 5. I’ll explain what’s going on to Tubbo and Scott.” he replies quickly.

“Please do. Fill me in, enlighten me, whatever. Just tell me what's going on.” Tubbo says, two parts confused and one part exasperated.

“With pleasure.” Fundy smirks.

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That's it for this part!!!

I’m hoping to be able to give a part at least once a day, and I’m going to try and keep this under 7 parts long, but that is definitely not guaranteed(if you can’t tell already, I have a lot I want to write, but I really don’t want to bore people because it so complicated :\)

Hopefully I will have the next part tomorrow! Have a great night!!! :D

(p.s. The next part will be them getting everyone together to share what's happened, and will cover A LOT of the backstory)

(p.p.s. And yes, the "prophecy" is my original poetry XD)

I love this so much Hayden!! And that poem?? *chef's kiss* 100/10

#ttau #itsfundy #5uppp #5undy #tubbo #scott smajor #ask #banghaydencoven

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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No problems if you already answered my other ask, idk what happened but it never showed up :\ anyways, i have another little mini fic(at this point im going to have so much shit i want and need to write and then my head will just explode. And i would save this to write another time, but i will forget so. here we are)

(and yes, i am writing this almost right after the other ask, sending thus now and going right the fuck to sleep, so i won’t see this till morning. and yes, it is midnight and i am sleep deprived)

anyways, this is going to foreshadow any one huge event sometime in the future(and yes, i do have an idea of what this event may be, it is subject to change, especially if anyone else mentions an event that makes more sense)

enjoy!!! ________________

“come on, 5up!” Fundy says dragging his giggling boyfriend up the copious amounts of stairs to their ultimate destination. “alright Fundip, slow down. No matter how fast we get there, im sure it will still be beautiful!” He snorts out, stealing a quick glance at his beautiful boyfriend.

How did I ever get so lucky?

”come on, just one more flight of stairs, i promise.” Fundy says breathing heavily as he prepares to show 5up the spot he picked. Last week, 5up had picked a beautiful spot for their date. This time Fundy wanted to make sure that his boyfriend got the same treatment he gave. And so, the roof of the highest skyscraper in Essempei. It was all set up. A picnic on the roof to watch the sunset, and a perfect view of the fireworks for the celebration of the take down of the Crimson. “Here we are.” Fundy says, pushing the door open and spinning around to see his lover’s reaction. He was definitely rewarded. 5up looked just lovely, slowly looking around in wonderment as the setting sun made his skin glow like a blooming flower. “Wow.” He breathed out, walking over to Fundy and taking both of his hands into his own. “The only thing more beautiful than the view up here is you.” He whispers, watching Fundy blush a nice shade of pink as he leans in to press their lips together in a tender kiss.

they sat and ate, exchanging playful banter as they watched the sun set over the city. Soon, it was dark enough for the fireworks to start. They stood at the railing together, arms around each other as the first firework was sent up into the stratosphere. There was a loud boom, followed by a bright purple light filling the sky. The two lovers looked over at each other, perfectly happy just to be together after the nightmare the city had experienced.

All of a sudden, there was a sound of static filling the air between them. An explosion sounded, way too close to be a firework. They spun around quickly, and they spotted the most peculiar thing.

A rip in time.

Slowly, they walked over hand in hand, unexplainably drawn to the jagged gash in the air. Peering through, they did a double take. Fundy took in a sharp breath of air as he heard 5up sob next to him. He tried to pull 5 away, but they were stuck. Forced to watch.

Suddenly, the rip in the time-space continium closed, forcing the two unfortunate scientists fall together. Slowly, they looked at each other, coming to a silent agreement. They needed to visit the Titans and tell them what they had seen. Quickly , they got up, abandoning the rooftop in favour of safety, and the calming embrace of the other.

And what had they seen? Well, they simply saw the future. They looked out on the same city, the same place, but everything had been differnet. Burning. Ablaze with a passionate fire that left no remains but ashes. And on top of this, there was someone there. And 5up and Fundy had been forced to watch them stand and watch the world burn, laughing maniacally, surrounded by the dead glitching bodies if the ghosts that had haunted them so indirectly for weeks, moths even.

The future, in all of its glory.

NO WAIT WHAT HAPPENED- DID WE JUST DIE?!

#5undy #5uppp #itsfundy #ask #banghaydencoven #ttau

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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Bruh :|

It took me this long to realize it

The VelvetFrost fics from a while ago in regards to the TT AU is just.

The Hero and Villain duet from tiktok

ya’know... the one that goes like

You think your, a hero?

and they’ll tell you you are.

so stoic and handsome

and you’ve come so far.

you think your, a villain

but I know your not

under all that angst and anger is a dyeing, broken heart.

:DDD

okay that’s all

Yes TvT

#velvetfrost #velvetiscake #antfrost #ask #banghaydencoven #ttau

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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Welcome back to Angst, please enjoy your stay :)

I hope you enjoy, this will be the part with the very first decision.

Stay safe!!! Some content warnings for blood and torture(non-graphic)

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“Everyone, stop.” Sapnap says once the group has descended a few flights of stairs, trying to catch their breath.

“Sapnap is right,” Fundy adds, panting slightly. “Everyone stop and take a breather.” He looks around, making a split second decision. “Everyone, listen to me. Sapnap? I want you to come with me.” Fundy looks over at the demon, giving him a look that says, ‘you know where I’m going with this… you can say no.’ Sapnap shook his head.

“It’s fine, I’ll go with you.” he responds, shooting a quick glance at his boyfriend, just to check. Quackity nods an affirmation.

“Alright-” Fundy starts, clearing his throat. “Alright. Everyone else waits for us in the lobby. If we’re not back in half an hour, send someone to find us. Got it?” Everyone nods, heading down the stairs, Quackity giving Sapnap a quick kiss on the cheek. Once they’ve disappeared, the scientist turns to look at his companion. “Are you ready?” he asks tepidly, refusing to make eye contact. Sapnap sighs.

“Yeah…” he replies, hand on his neck in a fit of nerves. They head back up the stairs, hiding around the corner of the roof access door. The two crouching figures are just within earshot of the unidentified man. He was on a phone call, voice low and firm, just loud enough for the two spies to hear.

“Of course I want the room prepared.” He said, spitefully. “I was expecting it to already be prepared, man. I don’t need this shit. This plan is delicate. If you fuck it up for me, It’ll be your head on a silver. Fucking. Platter. Understood?” There’s a pause, in which the person on the other end of the line must have given a positive response, because the man chuckled. “I’m so very glad we are on the same page, Carson.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he practically spits the name out. “How long will it be until the strike team reconvenes with the prisoner in custody?” Another pause. The man nods. “Perfect.” he says, hanging up the phone with a terse goodbye.

And that is when he turns around.

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Everyone was waiting in the lobby, tense and uncomfortable. Tommy took a quick scan of the room. Everyone was in their civilian forms, keeping up a false pretense of interest in the lobby around them, seeming to any passerby that the large, obnoxious group was simply a group of tourists. From his vantage point from the top of the grand staircase, Ranboo at his left hand side, Tommy could see everything going on below him. Upon arrival in the lobby, Quackity had immediately started talking to Foolish and Purpled about something, which ultimately included Eret and Punz, shadowing their respective friend and brother. Niki was chatting idly with Velvet, both of them commenting offhandedly about the architecture surrounding them. Skeppy was talking to the person behind the front desk, asking about who knows what. And Dream was flirting with George. “Typical.” he mutters.

Tommy sighs apprehensively, turning his head to look at Ranboo.

“Who do you think is up there, BossMan?” He cocked his head to the side in a questioning matter. He waits for a response. He tries again. “Ranboo? Are you okay?” The vigilantes head shoots up, looking Tommy squarely in the eyes.

“Yup, all good, dude.” He smiles, the grin never quite reaching his eyes. “How long has it been by the way?” Ranboo shoots a small web out of his fingers, looping the string together in a crude weave between his hands,

“It’s been almost 30 minutes. I’m going to go behind that door,” He points a finger over his shoulder at the door to the maintenance staircase. “And run up the staircase. I’ll be back in a few.” Before the other could respond, the teen started walking towards the door, looking around to make sure no one was watching. Once he was safely behind the door, he shot up the staircases with ease, leaving a slight breeze in his wake. He slowed down as he approached the roof access door, listening to the talking voice. Tommy paled, trembling with disbelief.

‘I recognise that voice”

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It’s him.

Wilbur.

But he looks different.

There’s a white streak in his hair, and he wears a long brown overcoat.

And there is a large wound right through his chest.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light and a gust of wind as someone ran at the figure on the roof shouting incomprehensibly.

Tommy.

“Wilbur!! Wil! It’s you!” Tommy runs to the man, pulling him into a hug. “You’re alive.” he sobs, burying his head in the man's shoulder. “I can’t believe you're alive.”

“TOMMY!!!” Sapnap yells, rushing towards the two. “That is not who you think it is!” Tommy looks up from hugging the man. All the boy can see is his brother figure grinning creepily down at him.

“Hello Tommy.” Wilbur hisses. “Did you miss me?” He throws back his head and laughs maniacally, while Tommy struggles to get out of Wilbur’s grip, so tight that it will leave bruises on his upper arms. Fundy has grabbed Sapnaps phone from where it fell out of his pocket, desperately trying to call anyone who would pick up. No such luck. Service was down for miles.

While Fundy was busy dialing phone numbers hysterically, Sapnap charged Wilbur, punching and kicking and trying to knock him out. Finally, Sapnap manages to get a good hit on him, ripping a cut across his forehead with one of his nails, causing a nauseating amount of blood to spill over his eyes, Sapnap runs over to where Wilbur had dropped Tommy to fight him, moving fast as to get out of here before Wilbur could pull some sort of stunt.

‘Like murder.’ said his subconcious, whispering in his mind.

‘Shut up, dickhead.’ his mind replied eloquently. Sapnap pulled an unconscious Tommy up and started carrying the teenager over to the stairs, calling for Fundy to run while they had the chance.

The two ran down the stairs as quickly as possible, meeting the rest of the group in the lobby and giving them the short version.

“Here’s the basics. Some version of Wilbur Soot is up on the roof right now. He’s working with someone, and their planning on taking a prisoner of some sorts. That’s kinda all we know.” Fundy said, letting Niki and Ranboo help look over Tommy and Sapnap for wounds. They were fine, just a few bruises each. They started walking, wanting to put a sizable distance between themselves and the madman. As the group was walking back towards the train station, Velvet pulled out his phone, having received a text. He grabs Fundy’s arm and turns him around, shoving the phone in his face.

“We need to get back right. Fucking. Now.” Velvet says, trying to make Fundy read the message. Suddenly, his stomach drops, finally reading the SOS .

Get to Tubbo’s house NOW.

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“Tubbo?? Phil?? Scott??? 5up??? Drista??” the scientist screams, bursting through the door. He freezes, hands over his mouth, tears in his eyes, as he surveys the destruction. It’s thoroughly horrifying. Tubbo is laying on the floor, blood pooling around his leg from a gash near his ankle. Drista is leaning against the wall, coughing up crimson phlegm into a tissue. Phil is trying his best to apply pressure to Tubbo’s wound, sobbing uncontrollably. Scott’s hologram is hovering near the computer system, taking all of the destroyed material into consideration as he tries his best to reboot the system. Everyone else comes crashing in behind him, Ranboo carrying an unconscious Tommy. There is a symphony, for just a moment, a symphony of discordant gasps and sobs. Everyone freezes. Phil and Fundy make eye contact. His eyes are so full of regret. Everything unfreezes as the spell is broken as Phil tears his guilty gaze away. Ranboo and Niki head over to where Tubbo and Phil are, still carrying Tommy, laying the two sleeping teens next to each other wordlessly. Purpled goes with Dream and George to speak to Drista and help her out as much as possible. Suddenly, the Titans were there too, arriving just in time for the big show. The tension in the room increases tenfold. Many couples naturally gravitate together, checking on each other, making sure they were okay.

‘5up.’ Fundy realises. ‘Where is 5up.’ His eyes go wide, hoping, pleading that he is wrong. All it takes is Phil, looking at him, just once, eyes so horribly raw with emotion and tears.

“I’m so sorry, Fundy.” He speaks, softly, not making eye contact. Everyone freezes once more. That was all it took. All eyes turn to the man of the hour, the disbelieving child, so plagued with pain that was so raw, so unfair, so poisonous.

He sunk to the floor, grabbing, pulling, scratching at his hair and scalp, taking deep, shuddering breaths. And he screams. A scream that is filled with so much anguish and pain, a tortured soul begging to be freed.

‘What have I done to make the world hate me so much? What did I do to deserve this pain? What did 5up do to deserve this?’ he thinks, wrapping his arms around himself, sobbing, shaking, with bottled up pain. Puffy is the first to speak up, asking the question on everyone's mind.

“What the hell happened here?” The question is open, but it is quite obviously directed at Phil, who was leaning over the two teens on the ground, making sure they were fine before opening his mouth to speak.

“What didn’t happen?” he whispers into the room so silent that anyone could have heard a pin drop. He shakes his head, letting out a sob, before wiping away his tears, standing to face the room. “I fucked up mate.” He looks at Fundy, still sobbing silently on the floor. “We were working on deciphering the prophecy, all of us, and it was going well. Really well. We had so many things we wanted to try, cross referencing, mord substitution, the like. And then-” he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. “And then, I got a phone call. The person on the other end of the line claimed to be a friend of Sam’s. I should have known better.” The man lets a few tears slip as everyone else comes to terms with what this implies. “He gave me enough proof to believe it. I was stupid. He claimed to be a friend of Sam’s, and that Sam had told him to call us to offer us some military backup with this hellhole of a problem. I said we would think about. He triangulated our position, showing up not ten minutes later with a team. They knocked out Tubbo, and me and Drista tried to fight them off.” his breathing was becoming laboured as he recounted the horrible tale. “They-” he sobs, taking one more deep breath. “They took 5up.”

Another heartbreaking scream.

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When 5up came too, he was lying on the floor of a room that was completely white. He was wearing all white as well. He sat up slowly, his drugged brain allowing memory of what happened to come back to him slowly.

‘Where am I?’

‘Fundy.’

‘No. No no no. NO. This cannot be true.’

It's not long before he’s hyperventilating, screaming and crying, allowing himself to feel the pain, the burn in his throat. It’s grounding. Because he is stuck in the white room. He will go crazy if he’s in here long enough. 5up is not stupid, he has seen the effect of the white room on people. He had been forced to research and record data from condemned prisoners in the white room, forced to watch as they screamed and cried and went crazy slowly and painfully. It had been one of the worst moments of his entire life. But he, nor Fundy, could leave their jobs. They were tracked like animals on social media, threatened by the government, worried for the safety of the other.

‘Now look where that got us. Got me.’ 5up thinks to himself, standing up and looking around. There isn’t much in the room, just a white mattress with white sheets and white pillows in the corner, a white desk and a white chair, and bright fluorescent lights that leave no shadows.

All of a sudden, the room fills with gas, effectively knocking out the prisoner so that he couldn’t see where the door was. Once he had been knocked out, 5up dreamt for just a moment of one of his first dates with Fundy. They had visited a movie theater to see Soul premiere. It was one of his happiest memories.

Being kicked in the ribs to wake up would definitely never be near as good a memory. 5up groaned, rolling over to avoid the swinging boot that arced toward his side once again. It didn’t work.

“Get up.” someone said above him. 5up opened his eyes, looking up. Wilbur stood before him. He felt himself freeze, remembering all of the stories Fundy had told him, all of the reasons Fundy had hated his last name so much. It was all this mans’ fault. Wilbur leaned down, roughly grabbing the prisoner's chin. “Get up, now, or I will kill you with no remorse. Understood?” 5up felt himself nod. “Good.” Wilbur smirked at him, not letting go. When 5up refused to look at him, his smile morphed into a sneer. He tightened his grip on 5up’s chin, pulling sharply and slamming his face into the floor. When he came back up, he was bleeding from the lip and nose, looking thoroughly terrified. Wilbur let go and turned away, feeling the prisoner's eyes on his back, fear radiating off of his skin. Wilbur grinned, letting himself soak up the feeling of once again being in power. Soon this would be his new normal. Power.

“5up Ppp, right? It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m sure you feel the same. I mean, you are dating my ‘son’.” He turned around to look at the man on the ground, wiping blood off of his face.

“Actually, my name is 5up Soot.” 5up whispers, moreso to himself than his tormentor.

Wilbur freezes. He walks up to ‘5up Soot’ and leers down at him. “You don’t deserve that name. It is for the strong. And you-” Wilbur scoffs. “You are anything but strong.” And suddenly, there is a boot flying at his face.

Darkness.

“You will stay here as bait. Fundy will pay the ransom, I’m sure of it. In the meantime, enjoy your cell, fucker.” Wilbur says, heading to the door, not letting the man on the floor see where it was. The resounding click of a lock is the last thing 5up hears before blacking out on the floor, blood pooling around his face.

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“Get out.” It’s quiet, a whisper. Then it gets louder. “GET OUT PHIL! AND TAKE DRISTA WITH YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!” Fundy screams, voice hoarse. Tears stain his face, more on the way. Phil sighs, collecting Drista and heading to the door, everyone giving them a wide berth, and never making eye contact.

“I understand-” he starts, cut off by a sharp yell.

“GET OUT!!! AND DON’T BOTHER COMING BACK! WE CAN’T TRUST YOU< OR ANY GREEN LANTERNS ANYMORE!!” Fundy screams, and Bad makes a move to restrain him before he can hurt anyone. As he struggles in the demon's arms, he spits out one last sentence, full of venom.

“I thought I could trust you, Phil. Apparently not. You were always just like him. Two different fonts, same bitch.” He collapses, sobbing, into Bad’s grip, letting himself go. Everyone knows exactly who he’s talking about. And no one tries to dispute it.

“Ask Scott to show you the ransom note.” Is the very last thing he says, shoulders sagging as he takes his leave, Drista just behind him.

‘One chapter ends, and another begins, eh old pal?’

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“Here its is.” Scott says, pulling up the electronic note on one of the last working computer screens.

Fundy Soot,

You will come to [redacted] on the [redacted] of June, at noon. Come alone. This is a simple transaction. You walk in of your own free will, and he walks out. No tricks, no nothing. If you do not comply, 5up will be dead within the hour. Until then, he will be locked in the white room.

You have been warned,

Wilbur Soot and Co.

Everyone is silent.

“Well?” Skeppy asks. “What do we do?”

------------ I hope you enjoyed!!! This has by far been the hardest part to finish, and is the longest by far, capping at almost 3k words.

But now, the most important part. You guys have a decision to make :) So, here is how it is going to work. I will send Timb a link for a google form in which you can vote for what you want, but be warned!!! Only one choice results in a death, so choose wisely. :)

Quick Rules-

1- You may only vote once

2- Lu, you cannot vote, you know the plot(sorry)

3- You only have a few days to vote before I close the google form

And now for the decision:

Should Fundy-

A- pay the ransom

B- Break 5up out of the facility

Just remember that only one of these choices results in a death.

Choose wisely...

(p.s. here's the link :DDD | https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSftheaK5FU8yY_ZxLWthCZ52djNygZSuzFWQGzZjQwQ-4whjw/viewform?usp=sf_link )

POGGERS HAYDEN!!

#ttau #itsfundy #sapnap #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #ranboo #5uppp #ask #banghaydencoven #long post #tw violence #tw torture #tw blood

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