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His eyes widen, suddenly breathless. Its as his muscles are frozen, heart stopping. A soft breath escapes him, red eyes red eyes red eyes, thoughts swirled around him, too fast to catch. The eyes stayed, unblinking. Red eyes red eyes red eyes red eyes-
"Wil-? Holy shit!" Phil exclaimed, he grabbed onto Wilbur's arm and pretty much dragged him. That seemed to snap Wilbur out of his trance. "Wil! Fucking run!" he said aggressively.
"Wheres Tech?!" Wilbur asks, breathless, but for different reasons. Town would be here soon, town would be here soon, red eyes red eyes red eyes-
"Fuck, somewhere- fuck! Shit! Where is he?"
Towns bright lights greeted them, the woods that seemed to go on forever, finally ended. Red eyes red eyes red eyes red eyes- he stumbled to a stop, looking behind him into the woods. Techno Techno Techno Techno- where the fuck is Techno? Red eyes red eyes red eyes-
A figure stumbled through the woods, pink hair- TECHNO TECHNO TECHNO TECHNO- relief flooded him like a drug, Techno's safe, he's fine, it's fine. Red eyes red eyes red eyes-
"Tech...no" he breathed out, Techno sped up, stumbling in front of him. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?! Shit!" He tried to look over him but that plan was stopped when Techno pulled him into a hug.
He heard a faint 'We're okay,' from Phil. "I'm fine, Wil. I didn't get hurt, we're okay, alright? Let's get back to the tavern, we're fine." Techno eased, pulling back from the hug. Techno was tense.
Wilbur nodded, "okay... okay.." he looked to the woods again, expecting red eyes (red eyes red eyes red eyes red eyes-) but nothing. Just a quiet forest. A forest with something very fucking deadly and honestly, terrifying.
He walked on unsteady feet, breath stuttering. They walked through the street without event. They walked into the tavern without event. It was unnerving, they could've died, and it's just.. nothing. Nothing else happens, utter bullshit.
It led him to now, laying underneath thin sheets. He stared up to the popcorn ceiling, finally letting -whatever the fuck just happened- sink in. Red eyes, red eyes, vampires, he thought Dad double checked this town, vampires shouldn't have been here, why didn't Phil know? He always checked. This is fucking bullshit, why wouldn't vampire sightings been talked about? Fucking bullshit! Why wasn't it talked about? This room is so fucking cold. Red eyes.
He sighed, sitting up. Thin blankets (they barely warmed him) slid off his chest. He looked over to the two other beds in the room, he shook his head and slid his feet off his bed. Socked feet hit the cold floor, bone chillingly cold. For fucks sake, did they accidentally go back to Snow Chester? Gods. Bullshit. Padded feet walk over to the furthest bed from his, "Techno?" he whispered, "Are you awake?"
From the faint moonlight coming from the window, he saw the blankets shift, Techno mumbled, blinking blearily. Wilbur sat down on Techno's bed, "I can't sleep," Wilbur admitted. Eyes fluttering closed, a soft breath coming from him.
"Relatable..." Techno whispers, sitting up. Blanket falling off of him. Techno tilted his head, hair falling into his face.
"Can I braid your hair?" he asked, yawning. Moonlight shined on Techno, showcasing his long hair.
"I'd be impressed by the fact you can even see if I wasn't so tired," he mumbled, turning his back to Wilbur. Wilbur winced at the tangles.
Careful hands untangled pink hair, gently tugging them apart. He sectioned off hair, braiding it.
The braid wasn't great, having been done with only the moonlight, but it worked to calm his mind. When he was finished, he smiled warmly, eyes soft. "I think I'll try to get some sleep now, night, Tech."
Techno hummed, turning back around and laying down. Wilbur smiled, walking back to his own bed. His breathing slowed down and his body relaxed.
Techno shook his head, looking to the window. The sky had the tiniest bit of light, dawn slowly and carefully lighting up the world, chasing off the terrors of the world. Cold air drifted through, encasing him in ice.
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Tommy winced, not what he wanted to happen, but life goes on. C'est la vie, am i right? Hm, what should he do now? Well, because his family was not yet turned, he wouldn't wanna be hungry around them. So, he probably should go feed or shit.
So, all he needs to do is find people. Fuck. He SHOULD put his contacts back in, but also, it's kinda funny. He knows that his existence will be talked about, but who cares? Hell, maybe he'll be the next Blood God, nobody knows.
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He will, fuck you.
Anyway, he needs to go and find someone. Ohhh! Shiny. No. He walked down gloomy streets, god, did it rain? Though, he will admit, it is pretty aesthetic. He sighed, blood red eyes tracing for movement. Footsteps echoed around him, it's amazing, how the night goes silent when he's around, as if it knows, knows that it's his.
He hears faint crying, he perks up. He hums a small tune, bobbing his head to it. He turns into the alley where he heard it, for others, it'd be hard to see, but the night is his. He sees a little child, oh, the kid who ran into him earlier.
"Hey, kiddo, why are you out here?" he asks softly, tilting his head. Red eyes trace over her figure, the sobbing and shaking was rather..... hm.
"My momma! I don't know where she is! I want my momma!" she cried out, sobs racking her whole figure.
"Hey, hey. Look at me. It's okay," he cooed, crouching down. Red eyes.
She hesitantly looked up, teary brown eyes met blood red eyes. Her eyes widened.
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Blood dripped from his mouth, some catching onto his shirt. He grimaced, sighing deeply. He'd have to get a new shirt. Whatever, it's fine. Tomorrow he'd get to see his family again and he cannot wait.
Though, as dawn was fast approaching, he decided those plans should go on hold, at least til he gets a new shirt.
He smiles, content. He wipes his mouth, blood on his hand. He shook his head, it's fine.