there is only us | wilbur soot x reader

Chapter 6 - 10 PM

Wilbur POV

I scooped up the logs, looping my axe through my belt.

I glanced up at the sky, doing a double-take when I saw the night stars peeking out through the holes in the canopy. I was surprised at how quickly the day had passed, I could have sworn it was evening only a few minutes ago.

I sighed, shrugging the wood into my back and shifting the weight on my back. I had been gathering wood for, apparently, all day. I started walking in the direction I thought L'manberg was in. The temperature dropped suddenly, and my teeth started to chatter lightly in the cold.

I pulled my jacket tighter around me, picking up my pace in hopes of getting my blood flowing and gathering heat.

The mysterious and unknown sounds of the inhabitants of the woods echoed through the night, the distant howl of a wolf and the clinking of a skeleton putting me on edge. The groans of the undead and the hisses of spiders sing a chorus in the night. The subtle vwoop of an enderman teleporting through the trees rang out in my ears.

A little too loudly.

I snapped my head to the side, looking down at the ground as I watched purple particles swirl through the air in front of me. Long, slender, black legs stood directly to my right, and my entire body froze. I almost stopped breathing. I fixed my gaze on the dirt, not daring to look any further up.

Slowly and cautiously, I inched away from the mob, and into the surrounding trees. I hoped that if I went quietly and quickly I would be left alone. I got a good couple meters away, then took off, sprinting over the branches and the leaves. I ran until I couldn't anymore, stitches riddling my sides and my lungs begging for air. I stopped, leaning against a nearby tree for support, and risked a glance over my shoulder.

Bad idea.

Its violet eyes bore into mine, and I watched its pupils dilate as eye contact was made. Terror froze my bones as the enderman's jaw elongated, screaming in rage and offense. The monster shook violently, vibrations rippling through the floor. My survival instincts kicked in, and I took off running, my muscles screaming in protest.

I was still seeing, navigating through trees and undergrowth. I was still hearing the cries of the enraged enderman. I was still feeling the burn in my calves and the bite of the cold wind against my face.

But I was not mentally there.

My mind's eye was flooded with memories, terrible, terrible things I buried as deep down as I could. I could hear the echoes of the kids, screaming and wailing in pain and fear. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, the blood trickling down my neck, and the warmth of a body against my back.

It was raining.

Pouring. Sheets came down, so hard and plentiful I couldn't see. I held my sword in my trembling hands, plunging it into the darkness.

The trees in the woods blurred in my vision as I sped up, desperate to get away from the enderman. They became so distorted they changed colors, going from the dark brown of spruce to the burgundy red of blood.

Blood. Everywhere. On my hands. On my blade. On the ground beneath me. It was a war zone, and I stood in the very center.

YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE.

It dripped down the walls of my house, dead animals hanging brutally from the ceiling. I was crying, but my tears mixed with the rain that came down fast and furious, hot and heavy.

NO ONE IS SAFE.

It was everywhere at once, the cooler scent flooding through my nose and haunting me even years later, as I ran through the forest with an angry enderman on my heels.