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“Ace Race, my enemy, once my friend,” Wilbur said wistfully.
From his comms, he heard Philza laugh.
“I look upon you once more, and I think to myself, do I have the stomach-”
“‘Once my friend’, that’s some bullshit,” Phil interjected with a chuckle.
Wilbur stifled a laugh. But it’s true, wasn’t it? When he first saw Ace Race, he was entranced by her beauty. Foot Race was bland, boring, frustrating. Ace Race, on the other hand, was beautiful. Thick fluffy clouds, beautiful rainbows, entrancing flowers and vines… Wilbur had hopes for her.
That was, of course, before she absolutely destroyed his spirits, seemingly hellbent to torture him as much as possible.
So no, they might not be exactly friends, but their relationship was not as antagonistic as many thought it always was.
The countdown began.
Players ready their elytras and tridents.
Ready to ride her wild, torturous ride.
The countdown reached zero, and Wilbur broke into a sprint.
It was a futile attempt, and he knew that. He knew there was no use to trying, not when she was doing her best to absolutely wreck him, but that didn’t matter. He promised Tommy he would try , and he would rather deal with a sadistic bitch than disappoint his pseudo-brother.
God, that kid would bring about his destruction one day.
Wilbur’s trident threw him in the air as he opened his elytra, and Wilbur flew.
He passed Philza on a turn.
Wait.
He passed Philza.
Wilbur would’ve turned his head to do a double-take, but he was also being thrown at breakneck speed towards a wall, so he was forced to do a sharp turn and landed.
He’s in second. Holy shit. Only Punz was in front of him. This must be a dream.
Had Ace Race decided that she would favor him after all? After all this time?
Wilbur raised his trident, euphoria building with him-
-and he slammed right onto a wall.
Of course. He was being delusional.
“Thank you, Ace Race, for raising my spirits and sundering them quite magnificently!” Wilbur shouted at the top of his lungs, earning a laugh from his teammates.
It was just like her to do that. She was probably getting bored watching Wilbur’s apathy as he glided through her. So she decided to have a little fun and gave him a bit of hope before quickly dashing it once more.
Fuck her.
And now he had fallen so far behind he had no chance to catch up again.
“Okay, I’m in 16th. Fuck her,” he said, more to himself than to anyone else.
But of course, Tommyinnit and his raccoon ears caught it.
“Dream is in 20th,” he chimed in, probably with the intention of raising Wilbur’s spirits.
“I don’t wanna be like Dream… God forbid,” he muttered back.
Dream, who was once one of Ace Race’s string of lovers. He once sat on her luxurious laps and was blessed with the best boons. But she must’ve decided that she had gotten bored of him, if he had fallen so far behind.
Wilbur didn’t want to be like Dream. He didn’t want to be a toy she could play as she willed before getting thrown away like a used tissue. No, if Ace Race wanted to fuck him, she’d have to work for it.
“I’m not that easy,” he whispered. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice this time.
Wilbur crossed the finish line into his second lap, elytra still open, and immediately passed eight people in his mad dash to the end.
“OHHHH SHIT!” Holy shit. That was the best play he had ever had in ever. Ace Race wouldn’t allow that just to play with him. He… must’ve been accepted in her favor.
And despite everything, Wilbur still thought of her as very beautiful. He would gladly let her take him, should their relationship turn for the better.
“Oh, Ace Race.” Fuck, that was great . “You’ve taken me on a date, you can fuck me, Ace Race.”
Over his comms, Tommy spluttered incredulously.
“Wh- Will?” Tommy let out a nervous chuckle. “Will???”
But Wilbur ignored him. For the first time in… a very long time, Wilbur was entranced by the beauty of Ace Race. Her curves, her tunnels, the wetness of her pools… It had been a long time since he felt this way towards anyone.
“Go, Will, go,” he heard Philza chant. But all of that was tuned out. Right now, nothing was more important than Ace Race. Not his pseudo-brother, not his pseudo-father, definitely not Ranboo. Ace Race was beautiful. Ace Race was perfect. Ace Race was...
“Ace Race, oh…” He knew that if he said this, there was no going back.
Strangely, he couldn’t find it in him to care.
“My lover…” He purred, to the incredulous noises of his teammates. Take me.”
Philza broke into full on laughter at this point.
“Shut up,” he said between laughs. “Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Just… Turn a blind eye to this one,” Tommy muttered, defeated.
Wilbur did a perfect skip with his elytra and trident and oh, that felt so good. After all this time, suffering under her heels, he was feeling amazing.
“Ah, Ace Race. My first friend, my enemy.”
It was strange, but at the same time it should not be. He was always in such a poetic mood around a lover, and right now, this attraction, this deep infatuation towards Ace Race… His mind raced, rushing to put together a serenade for his new beau.
“Maybe the last face I’ll ever get to see-” in his ears, Tommy tried to ramble about something , but he ignored it- “If I throw away my shot, is this how they’ll remember me?”
And as he kept going, as the beautiful, eloquent words tumbled out of his lips, his movement eased. His aims grew precise. His elytra grew lighter. He was flying, flying across the course, absolutely smashing her, there was nothing to stop him, nothing standing between him and his beloved--
(except for, of course, the 5-6 people in front of him. fucking Punz. he could never love her like he did)
And oh, his teammates tried to talk to him. Or at least, Tommy did. Philza mostly just laughed, while Ranboo’s confusion was thick in the air. He let them laugh. He didn’t listen to a single noise they made. They would never, could never understand the love and dedication Wilbur was pouring into Ace Race, his utmost beloved one-
“Ace Race…” His breath caught in his throat. He was so close, so close yet so far, to the one he loved over anyone.
“My love take your time… I’ll see you on the other side.”
He jumped in the air, opened his elytra, and shouted, “raise a glass to freedom..!”
And as he smoothly glided through the line signifying his third lap, Tommy’s nervous chuckle broke through the silence.
“So are you in first, or…?”
“I AM IN SIXTH, TOMMY!” Which would be unimaginable, but with Ace Race’s blessing, Wilbur could do anything. “I AM IN SIXTH FUCKING PLACE-”
“HOLY SHIT!” Tommy cheered. “Come on Ranboo-”
Ranboo said something, but Wilbur tuned it out. He raced past Dream and Antfrost, nearly tripped on the water wall, but it’s okay, with Ace Race’s blessing he could never fuck anything up-
And he’s in fourth. He was fourth in Ace Race.
“Oh, you fucker,” he borderline moaned. “You fucker, Ace Race. You are such a little petulant- I never thought, since the day I met you, I’d get on with you, Ace Race. But right now, I’ve never been more attracted to another fucking-”
Ranboo and Tommy’s choked laughter interrupted him, but Wilbur’s grin only grew wider.
“Oh jesus christ,” Philza muttered with amusement as Tommy let out a noise like a strangled cat in the background.
“Ace Race you are a difficult-” Wilbur started, but Ranboo was rambling about something, and Wilbur couldn’t work in these conditions now, could he.
“Ace Race, you are a difficult lover, Ace Race, but you are worth it,” he finally said. There was no lie in that sentence. She was worth every effort he put in her.
Dream skipped past him and jumped into the trident tunnel.
“Oh me and Dream…”
That green fucker. Flashing his… assets, as if it would make Ace Race take him back. Ace Race wouldn’t take him back, Ace Race had him now, who would love and appreciate her more than Dream could ever do-
“I’m throwing, I’m fucking throwing-”
Tommy’s being noisy again. He had to drown him out.
“I hear wailing in the streets…”
His teammates went dead silent in his comms. He continued on.
“Somebody tells me you better hide…”
And he kept singing, serenading his lover, ignoring the complete silence his teammates were giving him. He was probably muted on their comms, but he didn’t care, he just needed Ace Race and no one else.
“Ace Race doesn’t discriminate…”
Tommy wheezed. Ah. So he wasn’t muted.
“I- um, I’m glad???” Ranboo sounded like he wanted to say more, but decided against it. Good. No one should interrupt his soliloquy.
He jumped and opened his elytra for the final time that MCC, and he gracefully flew through the air, he sang the final verse of his song.
“As Wilbur Soot aimed for the sky, he might’ve been the first one to cross the line-” he crashed to the finish line, finishing in 7th, just seconds behind Antfrost- “and I came 7th in Ace Race…
“Holy shit, I finished in 7th in Ace Race.”
“Let’s go, Wilbur!” Ranboo shouted.
Wilbur let out a satisfied sigh. Her blessing, her love, her beauty, it all drowned and entranced him and he had let himself be allured by her mystical pull-
And he didn’t care. He was completely in her grasp, and he didn’t care. He’d give every piece of himself to her again if she asked.
“Wil keep going, we- I need this, I need this,” Tommy said with a hint of amusement.
And who was he to deny Tommyinnit?
Wilbur began to sing again, both for Tommy and his new beau, his mistress, his lover.
Ace Race.