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(n.) empathetic, universal love. A love for others that is inclusive to nature, strangers, or the less fortunate. Generally, is an empathetic love toward humanity and the universe as a whole.
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Request?: No. Type Of Love: Platonic Tw/Cw: Repetitive sound (if listening to the video above), mentions of death, abandonment, and arguing.
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"Oh Fundy, I'm so sorry."
It's what they all said. I mean, what could they say? The fox's father blew up the nation he grew up in, and then died? What are you supposed to say to that? What words could possibly be used in that situation?
It's not that Fundy didn't grieve over his father, he loved his father a lot. But after all, he had been through, could he call him that anymore? It had been months. His father had returned to this mortal plane since then but had yet to visit his only child.
You had been there since the beginning. Growing up alongside Fundy, you had been through the ups and downs of his life.
You were in L'Manburg, running around the wall. After every Paris trip, greeted by souvenirs. After the Control Room, sitting in silence and hugs. You were there during Manburg, where you made tea for him and comforted him when spying became too much. You were there after the execution, cleaning wounds. At Doomsday, scraping up whatever remains you could of the old country. During and after Dream. After nightmares. After whatever, you were there. And he was there for you. In almost every way possible.
You were no longer your own person, you were Y/N and Fundy. I guess that's what happens after years of being friends with someone. The two of you merge into one "person". One duo. And that was the same today.
The two of you sat in silence, watching various citizens move into their new homes within the country. Most headed straight to the casino, and you knew that Fundy wouldn't stay long. The casino was always interesting to him, almost like a costly therapy that no one could ever afford. The most you could get is one conversation.
"You gonna head off to the casino or-?"
"Maybe. Feel like hanging out with you though." The two of you sat in comfortable silence, chilling by the fountain.
Whispers surrounded the two of you as you chatted. The talk was all normal things, but you knew what the whispers said. It varied as time went on. "The two furries", "the spy and the traitor", "the legacy and the eraser" were just some of the names you got called. It got worse over time. There were nice ones, but the angry and gossipy whispers always got there first.
"How's Tubburger?" Fundy asked, bringing your attention back to the conversation.
"Oh. Okay, Tubbo's a bit sad about Ranburger, but business was going well." You took a deep breath. "W-Revivebur is doing fine as well, he spoke to me a while back about land boundaries and such. He seemed happy."
"Well, my father is a lot of things. Happy just currently seems to be one of them." He shrugged.
"So, you're not fazed? At all?"
"Why would I be?"
"Oh I don't know, you estranged and probably insane-"
"Don't call him insane!" Fundy interrupted. A couple of looks were sent your way. Two of the children playing at the fountain ran off. He sighed. "He's just sick."
"Right, sorry. Your estranged and sick father is right outside this country, with Tubbo's husband, opening a burger van. He hasn't visited you yet. How are you so calm about it?"
"You think I'm calm? I've never been calm. You know this."
"You can't act like you don't care!"
"Okay, but why the fuck do you care?!"
"I don't know if you forgot, but he was my father figure too!"
"Good grief, he treated you like he treated me. He was nothing like a father figure. You had Eret."
"Don't. Don't you dare say her name."
"What do you have against them? They didn't do anything wrong."
"Can we not- can we just not fight here please?" You murmured. Fighting was common anywhere, it was since Doomsday. The fact that people still ran from the yelling words, while some froze.
"Fine."
The two of you sat in silence. Slowly, Las Nevadas grew back to normal. Children ran around, adults ran around doing errands and finishing their moving process. (Why children were allowed in Las Nevadas is a question in itself, but that topic is for another day.)
Both of you were grieving. Fundy grieved for the loss of his father, the loss of his partner, and the loss of his homes. You grieved for all you lost, your sibling who barely spoke to you, and your partner.
You and Fundy had never been together. You tried once as kids and realized you were better off as friends. But you had made the great mistake of falling for George, while he fell for Dream. So when Dream went into prison and George succumbed to sleep, the two of you were left alone. You knew that George probably loved Dream more than you did, but a small part of him loved you.
Grief was a sore topic for both of you. Sometimes either you or Fundy went out for a walk for a couple of hours, sometimes you both sat on the floor, hugging each other. You were each other's rock, and it would always be like that.
Sick of sitting at the fountain feeling bad for yourselves, you snatched Fundy's hat and ran. He gasped and started running after you. You weaved through the families and couples, running to the Eiffel Tower Jr.
It was freeing, that run. Holding onto the cap as best you could while trying to not knock over each other. You laughed as you ran, wheezing by the time you reached the Eiffel Tower Jr. (Well, it was called the Las Nevadas Eiffel Tower, but Eiffel Tower Jr. was just shorter and easier to say.)
Underneath the Tower, some teens stood smoking something. (Probably weed.) Fundy caught up to you and snatched the hat from you, making a teasing face as he smugly put it on his head.
The two of you laughed at the moment that would soon become the end of an era. That's when the sounds started. The sirens, blaring like an annoying call. Dream had escaped. Pings on your communicator signaled that Sam was busy searching the prison and that you would have to help.
Fundy sank to the ground, muttering to himself. He never really got over Dream. The prospect of him being out in the world again scared Fundy. You quickly hugged him, watching as Las Nevadas devolved into chaos. Parents screamed, kids ran. Couples ran into the casino. Families ran to their new homes, abandoning boxes they were holding.
He cried as you left, wanting comfort again. But you were needed at the prison to help search.
