Oneshots

Story 57- AngstCollab1

And we're back for a part two ma dudes and dudettes! The last one wasn't what we expected, but that's how life works I guess.

Apocalypse AU

Treebros

The setting sun glowed crimson red as it set over the destroyed remains of the city, its fading light catching on each and every particle of dust floating in the air. Evan and Connor's footsteps could be heard with a soft thud, crushing on some leaves as they walked through the shattered shells of buildings. 

Booms sounded in the distance and brilliant spurts of flame glowed on the horizon - most likely, another fight with a dragon was going down.

"Connor, I'm scared," Evan whimpered, gripping his sword in his sweaty palms - he told this to Connor, even though he knew Connor was probably petrified from fear. Not for himself, though. His sister, Zoe Murphy, had been taken.

"What are you, five?" Connor glared at Evan. Evan didn't try to take it personally; he knew Connor was mourning over Zoe. Even so, it still stung, especially when he couldn't stop remembering how they had been before everything went to shit.

Instead of using his words, or trying to comfort Connor, Evan kept his mouth shut and took a deep, shaky breath. There was nothing he could say that would make Connor feel safer - the damage had been done on the boy. He was broken glass doll - cracked, one more accidental drop, one more hit, and he couldn't be repaired.

Assuming he even could be repaired. 

"Thoughts, Evan," Connor chided, his voice slightly angry. Evan grimaced - along with the influx of dragons (no one knew where the hell they'd come from - the general consensus was along the lines of "hell," though), people had cropped up with powers, seemingly at random. For instance, Connor had telepathy. "Bit hard to focus with you practically shouting at me that I'm broken."

"Sorry," Evan mumbled. 

The last thing he wanted was to bother Connor. Sorry again, he thought. They had one task at the moment- getting Zoe back. She was trapped in a concrete castle. The only way to get there is by passing through the crowd of civilians trying to escape from the fire-breathing dragons. He distantly wondered if the screenwriters of Shrek were in charge of his life. Knowing his luck, he wouldn't be surprised.

Just before Evan could take one other step, Connor swiftly stuck out his arm before Evan. They were hiding behind the wall of a building, and beyond that building was where the chaos was setting. Knowing damn well that they had to be careful in every step they took, they prepared themselves and went over their plan.

"Alright, we both run to the castle. I'll find Zoe and you keep watch. Tell me if there's anything coming," Connor said.

Assuming Zoe's even alive, Evan thought bitterly.

Connor hissed angrily. "She's alive," he said, his tone brooking no room for further debate.

Evan clenched his fist, anger pouring into him. He was sick of Connor - sick of his stubbornness and stupidity and braveness, his loyalty and - he was just so, so sick of it all. Most of all, he was sick of how Connor treated him - like he was pathetic and frail and couldn't do anything leaving him for watch - or rather, bait (Evan wasn't stupid enough to pretend he wasn't bait) on a goddamn suicide mission.

"And if she isn't?" Evan asked, his voice shrill and angry. "You know what happens to girls who get taken to the castle. Maybe you just can't handle it because you're pathetic and weak and just fucking stupid as shit. Maybe you're so angry and thick you'll take us both down because you can't deal with being without her. Well, guess what. I miss her too you fucking asshole! But I'm not gonna get us killed retrieving her corpse!"

Connor just stayed quiet. His eyes brimmed with tears- tears he had been choking down ever since losing Zoe. Tears that burned his skin with guilt and sorrow. Tears that he never thought Evan Hansen out of all people would summon. He turned away, facing the sun, hoping the glare would it - he didn't want Evan to see.

A bitter emptiness filled him - one that he'd been holding back for so, so long, even before Zoe was taken. She was the thing that kept him sane when the dragons appeared, when the voices in his head were suddenly real - when he couldn't sleep because everyone around him kept thinking so loudly. He learned the dying thoughts of hundreds of people before he learned to block them out. And now she was gone. She was gone and he was alone in the silence where she had once been, with the shattered thoughts of desperate people clashing all around him, in that empty void all around him. That empty void she had kept at bay - but no longer did. Because she was gone.

But that was impossible. She couldn't be gone - because she was Zoe. She just... couldn't. And even thinking about her - about her never smiling again, laughing or talking - about any of it, well, it tore him to pieces. And the one person, the one person who he thought would understand, was sick of him. Sick and tired and angry and bitter. And all Connor could think was how he'd just let another person down. 

He could still hear Evan's angry thoughts, about how unwanted and stupid and useless Connor was. And deep inside... Connor agreed with him. He'd be better off doing this alone - better he die alone than get someone like Evan killed - someone who was still good in this torn and broken world.

"See you on the other side." Connor chuckled, and ran off.

Evan stayed leaned back against the wall, sighing. Connor could be so stupid sometimes. Stupid for knowing that doing what he was doing could most likely get him killed. Yet, Evan  weirdly felt a bit inspired by him. Connor was brave and courageous.

Evan looked back to walk away when he saw Connor to close to the gates of the palace, and a dragon right behind him ready to attack.

"CONNOR! LOOK OU-"

And bam, tears.

Thanks to my buddy @annas_deupi for collabing with me. I love you girl. (Also you can tell what wrote- she's a way more detailed and better writer than I could ever be).