I never wanted the world.

65.Call Me Yours Again

Schlatt had died before his eyes.

Schlatt was dead.

His eyes were quickly flooding with sorrowful tears as he held back his own choked sobs.

He had to fall asleep.

Had to pretend he didn't see it.

He couldn't let techno and Eret see him like this.

So he closed his eyes and slept,
Quickly his body collapsed into the fluffy white clouds of sleep.
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His eyes fluttered open as he looked around in confusion.

Where was he?

It didn't look like Erets guest room,
Or his house for that matter.

It's was just a black white room,
Just crystal walls and white cushiony floors.

It couldn't be real.....right?

So why did everything feel so real?
He thought to himself as he mindlessly walked through the snow-like Palace.

Walking endlessly until finally his back collided with

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.

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Glass?

No that can't be right.

Turning to face the hidden blocker he caught sight of the wall.

It was see-through,
Atleast he thinks it is,its hard to tell when the place behind the glass looks exactly like the place infrount of the glass so it seemed to be almost like a mirror,but it wasn't a mirror for wilbur couldn't see his reflection.

And although it wasn't a mirror or very easy to tell glass,it was a barrier between him and whatever was on the other side of its shiny surface.

He closed his eyes,Squinting hard as he searched through the foggy glass area
For pretty much anything.

Humans.

Plants.

Animals.

Objects.

Anything.

Anything that would give meaning to this strange dream is what he was looking for.

And he was sloe to find the awnser,
Hazel eyes locking onto to figures behind the glass.

One sat with...wings?cloaking the other,who lay bearly breathing on the ground,from the light that somehow burst it's way through the winter maze.

He took a deep breath in and out as he forces his eyes to focus on the duo.

They were familiar.

Well of course they were familiar,they were in his dreams after all.

But,the one sat up looked way too similar to his mother,even down to the way her eyes sparkled in the light.

But of course it couldn't be his mum because Kristen never had wings.

And then there was the sleeping person.

They had horns and weirdly shaped ears,which had way to much hair on them to be human,and with the way their chest heaved up and down in short bursts they looked almost like they were...dying?

His eyes widened.

Breath catching in his throat as he pushed his hand more against the glass barrier,
The pressure being so much he could almost hear the glass crack under his hand.

"Jay?"
His shaky voice bearly manages to whisper out as he's pulled through the window and hitting the cushioned ground.

Without hesitation he rushed over to them,Tears in his eyes as he fell to his feet before them.Ripping the ram from his place on the ground as he pulled him close,as close as humanly possible as he shook with cries.

A steady hand resting on his back as their calming voice ushered him to calm down.

It wasn't long before he was letting out little chocked huffs as he let the other rest back on the ground,letting his own exhausted form follow not too far behind as the hand on his back moved to his hair,
Softly scratching at the base of his hair as his mother whispered words of comfort to him.

"He's fine Songbird."
The lady confirmed,steady hand never once leaving the boys back as if she were scared he'd fall apart if she let go.
"Your father made the right decision of bringing him to Ponk."

Wilbur let out a little sniffle as he pushed himself up a bit,
Enough to watch as the bullet wound glowed with a soft rouge light,
Slowly fading as the wound closed up.

"Ponk has heald his wound so no more damage can be done to him."
She reassured,catching the brunette's breath of relief as he sat up properly.
"But now its up to fate to decide wheather he'll breath."

Wilburs eyes sored to where she was,
Whispering out
"Can't ponk ju-"

"It takes energy to heal someone."
She explained.Calm,easy eyes resting on the rams face as he breathed.
"To heal is to give the same amount of energy back."
A confused look rolled over wilburs face.

What did that mean?

How can one give the same amount of energy back?

Thank god he wasn't a healer,right?

One of his hands trailed up to the man's face,cupping his cheek as he asked
"So that means?"

"To heal the dead would take enough energy to kill anouther."
She sighed,eyes watching the fear catch on wilburs pale face.
"You can't bring back the dead without offering death something in return."

"But-"
He was quick to stop his train of thought as the rams head leaned into his palm.A pained expression scrunching its way onto his quickly fading features.
"But,he's not dead yet....right?"

"Well that all depends on how long till he's healed from his current damage."
She shrugged.

What?

But she said-But Ponk healed the gun wound?He-He saw it!

"They may have healed the gun shot,but he didnt heal the damage that comes with it."
She sighed as pulled her replica closer.
"I can tell somethings wrong."
Her gentle hand guided his eyes to look at her.A motherly worried expression on her face as she spoke.
"So what is it songbird?"

He let out a little chuckle as he relaxed into her arms,whispering
"You wanna know something funny?"
She let out a soft hum in response,
Making it clear she wanted him to continue.

"I used to hate it when he called me his,
But I guess ever since I saw him in that fight knowing the outcome.."
He was quick to fall silent.
Leaning back down as he sofly pressed his forehead against the Rams
"It's all I've wanted to hear."

At first,Kristen was silent.

Her arm fell from his side as he was being pulled from the world.

"You will,but first,you need to continue on your mission song bird."
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Shooting up from the bed,
His lungs heaved out begging for a break.

But he had his mind set on what he needed to do.

Pulling his phone open he looked through their research.

His mother wouldn't tell him that unless there was something he was missing...Right?