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Impulse stands high in the sky, he watches Bdubs jump into the moat around the crassle, “I need to help him, I need to help Bdubs.” he tells himself.
He pulls an ender pearl from his inventory, pulling his arm back he throws it as far as he can in the direction of the crassle, he needs to help Bdubs.
The demon’s pearl hits the ground and Impulse spawns down with it, his legs becoming a little bruised from the impact.
“Hey, what are you guys doing over here?” Impulse asks, his heart pounding in his chest.
Grian and Scar look at each other, grinning, shearing a look with each other.
Bdubs has something golden in his hands, Impulse looks at it, a clock, Bdubs has a clock.
“Bdubs?” Impulse asks, concern lacing his voice.
“They gave me a clock Impulse.” Bdubs says, his voice full of something Impulse can’t put a name to, but all it does is fill his heart with fear.
“Bdubs.” Impulse repeats, scared of his boyfriend.
Bdubs pulls out his sword, eyes flicking up at Impulse, a murderous look in his eyes.
“Bdubs!” Impulse says as Bdubs swings for him.
The sword grazes the imp’s arm as he steps back, eyes wide, heart racing.
Impulse looks at Bdubs with frantic, scared eyes but is only met with a look he’d never seen in the glare hybrid’s eyes, as he swings for him.
Bdubs gets a lucky hit in, his sword leaving a huge slash in Impulse’s side.
The imp stumbles back from the momentum of Bdubs’ swing.
“Bdubs, please!” he screams, clutching his side, blood leaks. out of his side, seeping through his fingers.
“I have to,” Bdubs screams, “they gave me a clock!”
Bdubs grabs Impulse’s cheek with his left hand, a crazy, loving look in his big eyes, purples dilated.
Bdubs pulls Impulse in, crashing their lips together.
It surprises Impulse, having gone from fearing for his life, to his boyfriend kissing him.
Impulse is about to relax into the kiss when sharp pain blooms in his abdomen.
He gasp, breaking the kiss, glancing down to see Bdubs’s sword in his stomach, hilt deep.
Bdubs pulls his chin back up, pulling him in for another kiss.
Impulse’s eyes frantically move over Bdubs’ face, looking for an explanation.
Bdubs’ brown eyes stare straight into Impulses, conveying everything, love, passion, guilt, hope for forgiveness, adoration, obsession, bloodlust, and fondness.
The glare hybrid twists the sword.
Impulse moans against Bdubs’s lips from the pain, his knees buckling from the pain.
Bdubs’ left hand leaves Impulse’s cheek, and now cups his back.
Impulse feels his life slipping.
Bdubs’ lips leave his own to utter and “I’m sorry.” before he pulls Impulse back into a kiss.
Impulse’s eyes slip closed as he dies, his life leaving his body as he dies in his boyfriend’s arms.
Bdubs lowers Impulse’s body slowly to the ground, setting him down gently.
He carefully pulls his sword from his lover’s body in one move, wiping his boyfriend’s blood off the blade on the leg of his pants.
He sheathes his sword, taking the clock out of his pocket, rubbing his thumb over the glass.
He looks up from the clock, looking at his partner, the man he chose the clock he was given to kill Impulse, over his boyfriend.
Guilt fills his chest, but he made his choice.