~•Like Me?•~ (Awesamdude x reader)

(11) Mine~

Wilbur- "You get the fuck away from here dream. Your not welcome."

Dream- "Well why not? I really haven't even done anything, and yet I have weapons pointed to me!"

Just hearing his voice made me terrified of what this man was capable of. Ranboo had moved from my hood to my shoulder, keeping his head down and watching as well. The nervousness radiating off of him.

Tommy- "NOTHING? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NOTHING?! YOU HAVE DONE SO MANY THINGS DREAM!"

"Guess this is the hill I will die on."

I flinched at Tommy yelling, I didn't like what was happening. Not at all. Clearly neither did Ranboo, as he was trying to snuggle up into the crook of my neck for protection. I stepped up a bit, wanted a better view.

That was my first mistake...

I had felt the tension when I had first got there, now, stepping up a bit, it's almost unbearable. I was staring out at everyone fighting, terrified. Then, I could feel someones eyes on me. I froze.

"The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill. I guess this is the will I will write on."

I could hear the drawback of a bow, and the yelling of multiple voices. I then felt something very.... cold, hit my chest. It was odd and I didn't know what happened. I felt myself falling backwards, only seeing a bit of a blur as I did so. I then heard the hissing of my best friend.

"The back of this bill with my pen as my quill, and I hope you still love me when I'm gone."

Ranboo's pov:

I saw the arrow coming towards Y/n and panicked. I didn't know what to do, I was trying to tell them to go back, I really was! Now it's my fault their gonna be gone! The second it hit them I snapped back into reality, jumping off of them and morphing into my more human-like form. I Yelled their name, terrified of what I saw. They were on the ground, an arrow lodged into their chest, staining their hoodie and a bit of the ground an unforgiving color of red. My tail's flicked in panic as I crouched down beside them, tear's burning my skin.

"The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on."

I could hear rapid footsteps running towards me, and snapped my head in that direction. I jumped up, purple particles flying all around me. I hissed and made very aggressive enderman noises, as that was one of the few languages I knew. Infront of me was another creeper hybrid, intense smoke coming out from him mouth.

Ranboo- "Who the HELL are you? Get the fuck away from them!"

I bared my fangs, ready to fuck up anyone who dared come near me or Y/n.

Sam- "I'm Sam. Y/n's boyfriend. How about you back the hell up."

His voice slowly morphed into a hiss that sent shivers down Ranboo's spine.

Ranboo- "If your lying to me and start to hurt Y/n I WILL NOT hesitate to kill you right here RIGHT now. Got that?"

Sam- "yeah yeah, just let me make sure their okay! Please!"

The once vicious hybrid who probably had the intent to kill me, started to beg. He really seemed to care about Y/n. I guess I can trust him for now. If he tries anything I'll just kill him.

Ranboo- "fine"

Y/n's pov:

"Some fight to stifle and some cause it's primal-"

All I could see was black, and falling. I was afraid, more afraid than I've ever been. It hurt to think, it hurt to move, I felt conflicted on what to do honestly. I thought that falling was the thing I would feel for the rest of forever. By this time it had already sunk in that I died, but I didn't expect the afterlife to look like this.

"-and some cause their sure that their right."

In reality though, what did I expect the afterlife to be like? A happy place full of flowers? That's something a five year old gets told whenever their pet dies. It's stupid. Thinking about pets though, I hope someone takes care of Ranboo for me, I would be devastated if he ever got hurt. I hope Sam's not mad at me. I hope Wilbur's gonna be okay. I hope Tubbo and Tommy will hug and tell each other it's fine, Im not worth crying over anyway. I hope George plants mushrooms to forget about me. I hope whoever that ponk guy is gets his happy ending. I hope Niki and Puffy talk it over. I hope Fundy doesn't hide in his house all day. I hope quackity still calls, even if he knows I can't answer. I hope L'manburg forgets, and I hope that Dream remembers.

"And I hope you still love me when I'm gone."

I got snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of a train. I knew immediately what that meant. Sam had told me stories about when you die, it's like a train stop.

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Y/n- "the air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on."

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