im not good with happy endings :)
part 2 to 'nothing' its like two months after
cw: fake lore, wizard!dream
song: alien blues - vundabar
future you?
•••
having the most important news of your life delivered to you in form of a letter from your old man isn't what you expected when you were away for six months. you were in your tent, planning the next move for your troop but one of your cadets came in and handed you the letter.
you sighed when you forgot to call your father for his birthday which just passed three days ago. it probably was a guilt tripping letter telling her how bad of a kid you are to him.
but it had a really unexpected beginning sentence.
dear y/n,
if you're reading this i am dead and a terrible father, i'm sorry. but despite my insults and mistreatment, you surprisingly turned out.. okay. i used to think that if i was tough with you i'll shape you to be a strong person in this fucked to world. and it worked out like i expected. but i never knew the amount of pain i put you through by doing so. so i am sorry. now i understand why i never heard you call me father (not even in father's day). it's a stupid title anyway..
it was the first time ever you felt something other than hate towards schlatt. well you hated him for not telling you about his heart problems, but you knew why he didn't tell you. for some reason reading the letter made you feel so vulnerable after finishing it. there were a few new emotions that caused a single tear to roll down your eye when you re read it.
instead of feeling relieved that he was gone now, you were aggravated to know this piece of paper was the last thing left in this world that schlatt ever touched.
the void in your heart seemed to only get bigger with this letter. you felt rage after understanding this letter instead of giving you a nice last memory of the man you hated your whole life. you were all alone in this world both your parents were gone now. a small part of you felt empty like the only thing that belonged to you was stolen from you. but schlatt was never yours.
the rest of your time leading your troop seemed off. there were so many questions in your mind while you were in battle. you wondered where he died? what time he die? who was with him when it happened? was he buried? are people pissing on his grave? how decomposed is his body right now? was his corpse laying around in a random ally? you only hoped quackity at least took care of it.
after long days of battle and an unexpected truce you made it home. the house you once lived with schlatt was empty now. usually whenever you got home from leading a battle you always bragger about any medal or prize you received to schlatt just to get an insult from him. it was your thing. you had the medal in your hand but when you opened the door you saw no one to throw your medal at.
you hated him all your life, but he was always there with you. drunk for most of the time, but in those rare occasions you talked to him when he was sober he could be quite wise.
yeah, he moved to lmanberg just to be close to his son and never let you go near the land. yeah he told you how much of a failure you were all the time. and he always hated anyone that made you happy. schlatt was always there with you, teaching you things to only make you a strong fighter and a superior individual. he made you smarter than anyone you ever encounter.
he loved you in his own way, a dark twisted way.
he was also an evil piece of shit, you still wondered how puffy could grow up with such a menace.
you couldn't understand what was this uneasy feeling in your chest when you walked in the house that had a small scent of him.
you were good at avoiding your emotions so your mind went to george once you closed the door. george could be someone good to ask about his death. even though he wasn't a fan of getting involved, he must've heard something.
once you left your bags in your now empty house you made your way to his house.
you took the usual way, not so close to l'manberg but not too far away. the sun was bright and grass was shinning today might just be the right temperature to take george on a picnic to catch up. the water might even be nice and fresh to swim.
you hoped he forgot about the small fight you both had before you left. he was pissed after finding out you lied to him about your departure to battle. but he always forgave you because he knew you didn't want to make him sad. he always does.
although he hasn't sent you a letter since you left.. he was probably busy doing whatever he does in his free time.
when you made it to his cottage you walk over his wooden bridge, looking down at the pretty koi fish swimming underneath in the water.
a small grin formed in your face, feeling the uneasiness fade away. this would be your time with george without lying. often as a teen you lied to schlatt about who you were hanging out with but now there was no one to lie to..
you shook his memory off your head and knocked. it was a light knock but loud enough to wake up george without scaring him out of his nap. right now you could really take a nap yourself.
it was silence when you knocked his door, so you knocked again.
nothing.
your eyes narrowed. this didn't make sense, george was always inside. that's why he was so pale. you look through his window and you noticed his empty bed and house.
you felt confused until you heard laughter coming from the back.
it was georges laugh.
you follow the voice and that's when you saw them.
dream with george sitting on his backyard drinking lemonade. they looked so comfortable with each other as if they were good pals. why the fuck was dream here, and with george?
"oh y/n" george waved at you, setting his lemonade down. he got up to properly greet you.
you saw dream looking over his shoulder from the beach chair he was sitting on. there was a smug smile resting on his lips like usual.
you stood still in confusion as to why dream was here. for what you remember, they hate each other. that's why dream stopped talking to you, because of george.
feeling georges arms wrap around your shoulders get you out of your confusion. "how are you?" he asked sincerely.
you hug him back wrapping your arms around his waist. snuggling your head on the crook of his neck you get his usual scent inside your nostrils. he still smelled fresh like mint. george raised his eyebrows, surprised with this kind of affection coming from you.
"i'm better now that im here" you smile looking at him. you see his usual smile looking at you and his joyful eyes.
that's when you lean in to kiss him, you've been waiting for months to taste his soft sweet lips.
"y/n. what are you doing?" george scoffs pushing you away by your shoulders. his hands were soft trying to get you away from him without being rude.
"i just want to kiss you" you open your eyes.
"very funny" he pats your head. you could see in his face how uncomfortable you just made him feel.
something felt off about him. this wasn't like him, he was usually the one kissing you when you came back from being gone for months. why was he rejecting you like this.
"george whats wrong?" you ask. "are you still mad at me?" you assumed this was his way of getting back to you. of course he pretended not to know you.
but then dream had to chime in. "y/n hey" dream says. "how about we have a little chat" he smirks at you.
"oh right. i haven't introduced you to dream" george smiles ignoring the death stare you were giving dream.
"oh i know who he is" your smile drops to a frown seeing the cockiness of dreams face.
"that's perfect! i'm glad you know my boyfriend" george said happily.
boyfriend?
it's only been six months since you left. dream didn't even know george existed before you left.
your heart broke looking at george be oblivious of the situation. how could he forget about you so easily. did all the time you spent together mean nothing? was this a prank they were pulling on you.
"b-boyfriend?" something in your voice turned off. it had lost any meaning of it. you werent mad or sad. you felt betrayed by your boyfriend. the man you thought you could only love in your life. you were hoping for him to say 'no this is a joke' but he wasn't joking. he was being serious.
you felt your breathing get heavier as you looked at both of them. you didn't understand what was happening.
"yeah" george spoke. "i thought you'd be happier—" he began talking but got cut off by dream. he could notice you were about to break down.
"hey george. ive got this let me talk to y/n yeah?" dream said politely looking down at george. he placed a hand in front of you so you wouldn't try to hit him.
"are you sure?" george asked.
"no—" you blurted out but dream covered your mouth pushing you back to georges house.
you tried to get away from dream, but he held your arm tightly leading you to georges entrance. he finally pushed you against the wall and took your hand off your mouth.
"can you calm down? you're fucking scaring him" dream spoke first.
"what the fuck is going on dream?" you stare into his deep green eyes. you knew to always look at the enemy in the eyes no matter how intimidating they were. you haven't seen dream in years and now he shows up and ruins your relationship with george. you were about to explode.
"can't handle rejection well?" dream fakes a pout.
you were about to slap him but he holds your wrist before it gets to your face. he huffed belittling your effort. he shoves you against the wall making your back hit the concrete wall. you feel the pain in your back but you needed answers.
"you did something dream" you accuse. "you fucking did something" you repeat trying to get your wrist away from him.
dream laughed lightly, it was a quiet sinister laugh. he leaned closer to your face to look at the small sadness in your face form. he knew how vulnerable you would be after schlatts death and now this. "it's not my fault you're so forgettable" he shoots an evil grin at you.
dream had a great power over everyone but you didn't know he could ever put it to use. he was gifted a book, you didn't know much about it but you knew the evil things he could do with it.
erase memories was a part of that.
"you erased his memory" you blurt out coming to the conclusion. your jaw clenched, feeling dream get your wrist stopping it from breaking his face. "you erased his fucking memory dream" you whispered yelled at dream trying to shake your wrist away from his grasp. your heart was racing and your palms were hurting from digging your nails into them.
he stared at you, his green eyes turning dark. he fought over your hand, it was hard but he was able to control you. "let's be honest here. you're nothing compared to him. it was about time he realized you weren't good enough" he said softly in a mocking tone. as if all you've been through with george was a joke to him.
you didn't know what you wanted to do first. cry, yell or stab dreams heart so he could never speak to you like that. if dream even has one.
"what is wrong with you" you held back the tears urging to come out of your reddening eyes.
"don't worry" he said throwing your wrist back to you, leaving a mark on it. "he remembers who you are. but. not why" dream shrugs turning around "just stay away from him y/n" dream said walking away from you.
you wanted to kill dream at that moment. you were debating whether or not take the dagger out of your bag. you were gripping the handle but you remembered that killing george's boyfriend in front of him wouldn't do you any good.
schlatt just died and now this. the love of your life is gone.
so who cares now.
you take out a dagger from your bag and run towards dream while you can. he was faster than you to sense your movement. he throws his hand back, using a small force field against you that pulls you back down to the ground.
you felt the insignificant movement around your whole body. you stayed in the ground hearing him laugh to himself.
you stab the dagger into the ground and cover your mouth to let out a hurtful scream.
•••
you lost notion of time sitting in the stool in the first bar you saw. all you knew is that it was dangerously close to l'manberg, but you didn't care you needed to get rid of this pain.
drinks were poured down your throat. sometimes bought with your own money or old men trying to get with you. you didn't care since you were able to scare them off after the second drink. nobody could handle your personality well.
for the first time you smiled at men that weren't george. sometimes it made you feel appreciated when random men complimented you. it was a weird new feeling, but the bartender always had good things to say to you.
the alcohol in your system was messing with you so much you had to put your head down. even though you felt horrible you finally felt numb. nothing mattered, only the next drink you'll get in your system.
you were playing with a beer in your hand, it was half empty. as you looked at the label you remembered schlatt. you always hated him for drinking all the damn time. and now you were doing the same. you tried to avoid alcohol your whole life but now you're here, not knowing how you're gonna get home tonight.
but a smile formed in your face when you noticed the familiar colors of the beer label.
"my father used to drink this.. like all the time" you smile down at the label. "it tastes like shit i don't know why he liked it so damn much" you laugh resting your head on your palm.
the bartender smiles at you while he was preparing a drink for another costumer. "want me to get you another doll?" he asked giving the drink to a man two stools away from you. the bartender placed his hands on the counter leaning forward slightly to take a better look at you.
you chuckle slightly looking at him. he was an average looking guy but the alcohol in your system made him look like a model to you. he had pretty hazel eyes with jet black hair. it looked smooth and wavy, just like..
it didn't matter how much you saw of george in him, you didn't feel anything at that moment. or maybe that's why you felt attracted to him. he looked just like george but with lighter eyes.
"or you can get me something better?" you bite your bottom lip into a smile. sliding your hand over the counter you reach for the bartenders.
you see his slight blush and smirk on his face. his whole face turned smug looking down at your hand and up at you. he's been watching you since you got here, but he never talks to costumers since it's unprofessional but you've been here for a long time. and his boss left a while ago.
"they're fine" you hear a dark voice said.
you felt like you just got caught doing something bad. like when you were younger. you turn your head and see quackity giving the guy a death stare.
"quackity!" you smiled raising your arms greeting him. you hop down your stool and for the first time you wrap your arms around his shoulders.
"long time no see" quackity said. this time he didn't hug you back, he patted your back as he scared off the bartenders with his eyes.
"god you finally don't smell like weed" you giggle smelling his shirt. "wow what is this?" you let him go to notice his crisp fresh white shirt with a black tie. you looked up at him and your eyes widened. "you have hair?!" you said in a surprised tone. you reached to touch it and you were shocked by its smoothness. "soft beautiful hair" you compliment.
"we should take a seat" quackity said leading you to the stools.
quackity could smell the alcohol from your breath. this is the first time he's ever seen you smile and laugh so much at nothing.
"hey what's with the eye?" you asked bringing the beer up to your lips but quackity took it away from you.
"technoblade" he said putting the beer away from your reach.
•••
quackity was the one who told you everything. about schlatt, lmanberg, dream and the place where schlatt was buried. but one of those things impressed you the most.
his supposed new country.
quackity was recruiting people to join him in this new nation he's been working on. he assured you it was destined for success. quackity was tired of being bossed around it was his time to be his own boss.
it made more sense as to why he had cologne on and his clothes looked ironed and clean. he even looked more mature than the last time you saw him.
the project sounded interesting. everything quackity had planned was magnificent. it was a gold mine. and him considering you to be his knight and personal assistant. the position seemed great but you couldn't accept it.
"i'm going away quackity" you said. the proud smirk on quackitys face fell at your words.
"what? why?" quackity asked.
"i cant do this anymore.. i'll end up like him if i stay any longer" you said honestly. you weren't sure where you were going but you knew you could think of something.
"is this about dream?" quackity asked. "im sorry i know it's none of my business but there is no such thing as family" he said. you didn't tell him the whole truth when george came into the subject. you only told quackity that dream got with george. "only rivals" he leaned closer to you seeing your face.
you sighed. it wasn't just dream, it was also george. why stay here if george can't remember you correctly. the only reason you stayed here for so many years was because of george.
"can i think about it?" you said.
"of course" he smiled. "you know where to find me" quackity winked at you and got up paying for the beer you were just drinking.
"i don't?" you said turning around to see him open the door of the bar.
"you'll figure out" quackity said looking at you one last time. "you're a smart one" he said walking out of the bar.
•••
before leaving your childhood home you thought to make one last visit. you followed the directions quackity gave you to find schlatts grave. it was close to lmanberg and like you expected there were no flower of gifts.
but there was someone standing in front of his grave, looking down at him. the boy had brown hair and small growing horns.
it could only be one person.
"tubbo right?" you said standing next to the boy. you looked down at schlatts grave. it had a picture of him from the election and had the words 'fuck off' engraved. quackity did a good job.
"uh, yes" tubbo nodded.
"i've heard a lot about you" you said.
when you got home after the bar you realized that you actually missed schlatt. you missed his usual annoyingly loud snoring, and the interesting morning conversations you both had. everything you both lived was memorable. so you wanted to say one last goodbye.
"really?" tubbo asked. "not trying to be rude or anything but who are you?" he asked looked over at you.
"i know we've never had the pleasure to cross paths but i'm y/n" you answered looking back at him. he younger than you thought he would be. his horns were barely coming out of his head. "im schlatts other kid" you said.
"what?" tubbo asked. "schlatt had another kid?"
"it's weird i know" you grinned at the boy. he looked a little sad, you've seen him in pictures when he was a little boy. he was always smiling with schlatt.
"really weird" tubbo grinned feeling a little connected to you. he always thought he was the only unfortunate one to be schlatts son but now he didn't feel so bad. "im sorry we never got the chance to talk. we could someday though" tubbo offered kindly.
"no need to reach out now" you slid on your black shades. "im never coming back" you said blankly. "i just wanted to make sure schlatt wasn't dumped in some river"
"what does that mean?" tubbo asked "but we just met" tubbo turned back to look at the grave. he thought that maybe he didn't have to go through this alone.
"what i just said" y/n grinned. "it was nice meeting you bro even if this is the first and last we see each other" you shrugged.
"what?" tubbo said looking up from schlatts grave but you were gone.