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Villainous (adj.) having a cruel, wicked, malicious nature or character
Wind rustled in my ears, blowing my hair into my face. It was calm outside, or, as calm as it could get in the sanction.
I was only there in my imagination. I thought I was there and placed myself in an image. I sighed. I'm never going home.
I lifted my head to see Wilbur, grimly smiling down at my face. He waved, and my chest felt like it was being ripped open from inside. Within a second he was gone. I was alone.
I was alone in infinite darkness. A measly click light stayed in a far off area.
My eyes teared up, and soon I felt cool tears tip onto my cheeks, leaving a reflective path in its wake. From the time Wilbur left, to when the first tear fell, I didn't notice the burning hole growing in my chest, slowly sucking my body in on itself like a blackhole. I only realized the pain when a bright light shone on my face.
"Shane." I heard a gruff voice swallow. The voice rejoiced as my eyes opened.
"What the-" I managed to speak, lightly with the little air in my lungs. The light shining in my eyes was enough to blind me.
"Welcome back to the land of the living." The voice said. I only recognized this voice now, it belongs to Dream.
I was laid on my back on a rough, yet smooth surface- cobblestone. It smelled of fresh rain, and was cool. Once my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I saw I was in a small cave, it almost looked like the tunnel to Pogtopia.
"Dream?" I whispered, my throat hurt so badly it almost choked on the air moving down my throat when I breathed.
"Hello little one." Dream said and brushed the hair off my face lightly. "Welcome back."
"Why?" I said, closing my eyes tight, my head beginning to throb in pain.
Dream moved to help me sit up instead of laying, and gave me some water.
"Drink. It'll help the pain." He whispered. He seemed compassionate at the moment. I knew he was only being manipulative, how could I trust him? But the water felt so good in my dry throat.
"Why am I back?" I managed out.
"Because I need you back." He said simply, tipping his head to one side.
He sighed and stood up and walked around the little... wherever we were. He seemed tense, upset, not mad, just upset.
"Fine. I didn't want to leave you alone there with Wilbur." He finally said.
"I thought you wanted Wilbur back though."
"That was before..." he paused. He paused for a while actually, we sat in silence for about a minute. "That was before I watched him put an axe through your chest." He said flatly- yet full of emotion.
He moved to sit by my head, so I moved to where my head rested in his lap. Even though I didn't completely trust him, he was still my brother, he still needed comfort.
It took a while for me to process what he said. "Wilbur put an axe through my body... like all the way though?" I asked. He only nodded. That made me look down, there was no blood on my shirt, in fact, I wasn't even wearing a shirt. I was in a dress. "Did I have a funeral?"
"Yeah... the dress was Alyssa's before she moved. I gave it to Puff- mom to keep for you." He spoke softly, as if I would break if he spoke normally.
"Can... Can we go see everyone?" I asked, looking into Dream’s eyes.
"I guess so..." he smiled. He began to help me up into a standing position. My legs felt like they were asleep so I almost fell a few times.
We slowly walked out of the area we were in, turns out it was just a random little cave under Tommy's house.
I didn't see him, but I heard him. Sapnap. All I heard was "πως". Greek.
"Sapnap! I..." I began to speak but stopped when I saw him crying and rushing to get to me. It made me start crying too.
"How. How are you here?" He questioned.
I couldn't respond, I only hugged him tightly.
I could feel his chest jolt with his sobs. "I missed you so much Monk."
When he finished hugging me, he held me away at the distance of his arms and just stared at me. I smiled and reached for his face to wipe the tears off it.
"I'm not leaving you ever again." He said finally, joining Dream and I on our walk to find everyone.
"Wait, dream she can't go in there- they're all inside." Sapnap said, stopping dream from letting me in the community house.
"They're having therapy sessions now. Puffy and Sam host them. They say it's to help the others, I think it's so they didn't have to think about you, um... y'know." Sapnap said to me. I smiled at it, but walked by myself into the building.
He wasn't wrong, all of my friends and family were there. Tommy had a dead expression on his face. He didn't look upset, happy, scared, nothing. He looked dead. I stared at him for a minute, just watching his eyes move slightly every 30 seconds. His eyes caught their attention on me, leaving him staring at me for many, many minutes without realizing.
"Tommy? What are you looking at?" Tubbo asked him, making a lot of the group stop and pay attention to his answer.
"My sister." He said, expressionless.
"Tommy... she died, remember?" "She's dead Tom." "Tommy..." are just some of the responses to him. Tommy didn't listen, he still stared.
"Tubbo... look, she's with Sapnap and Dream." Tommy said, still no emotion.
Tubbo sighed but looked to where his best friend looked. "Oh my god..." was all he said. Everyone focused their attention on where the two young boys gazed. "She's really there."
I smiled slightly, making Tubbo push Tommy to get up and walk to us.
"Is Tommy okay?" I asked Sapnap.
"No, the poor boy has been like this since he came back. Whatever he saw traumatized him." Sapnap responded.
Tubbo escorted Tommy to me, and I immediately hugged him.