𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊: ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵉᑫᵘᵉˡ ᵗᵒ ᵀʰᵉᵒʳⁱᵘᵐ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ - ☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒Chapter Twenty Five༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

Soul shoved himself out of bed, sunlight filling the room from the barely closed curtains of the balcony doors by the bed.

He glanced at Wilbur momentarily as the man slept soundly until he shivered and walked to the bathroom to shower. Soul turned the faucet on the water cold at first before warming up and steaming up the mirrors and glass, he always enjoyed hot showers.

He ran his fingers through his hair letting the drops of water soak each strand of hair and then roll down his body. A calloused hand caressed the small of his back and he hummed in delight turning to see Wilbur.

Wilbur kissed Soul gently and smiled “morning, love” he cooed nuzzling into the side of Soul’s neck. Soul smiled.

“Good morning.” Soul mumbled wrapping his arms around Wilbur’s neck. Wilbur smiled “how’d you sleep?” He questioned, Soul hummed gently yawning in response.

“Alright well let’s get washed up and see what Quackity made for breakfast shall we?” He grinned, Soul chuckled and kissed Wilbur’s cheek.

“We shall”

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“Wow, the lovebirds awaken” Quackity joked lightly, he seemed to be opening up more. Maybe because he started to trust the lovers more then he used to.

Soul rolled his eyes “tada! We live~” he retorted in a sarcastic tone, Quackity chuckled as Wilbur shuffled around the kitchen.

“Help yourselves, there’s toast. Eggs, probably cereal somewhere.” Quackity explained just as he took a bite of his own jelly toast, Soul eyed the food but didn’t take any.

His appetite was still not as healthy as it should be.

“When are we going to start on the walk?” Wilbur asked as he took a bite of toast, Soul’s body went cold.

Right. They were going to the End Dimension.

“Today. Probably after lunch, I need to get a few things sorted out and you need to gather materials.” Quackity gestured to Wilbur with the toast as he read a piece of paper.

“Me? What do I need to gather?”

Quackity folded the paper into a flawless paper airplane throwing it towards Wilbur, Wil stumbled but caught it and unfolded it.

“Oh- this isn’t to bad. Well I’ll see you guys later” wil smiled kissing the top of Soul’s head and saluting to Quackity before vanishing.

Quackity eyed Soul and frowned.

“You okay?”

Soul flinched and looked up at him. Was he okay? I mean they were about to go to the one place Soul wanted to avoid.

All because Endorria made him…horrible.

Soul smiled gently with a nod “mhm! I just need a couple minutes to wake up. If you need me I’ll be in my room…” he said hastily making his way behind the door of his safe room.

Quackity blinked before sighing.

He could only imagine how Soul felt right now…

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Soul sat silently on the bed staring at the floor taking in every intricate detail of the wood grain.

Endorria used him…ever since they lived in that other Dimension.

He didn’t remember much, true. But she still used him, she knew how everything would go. She knew his future before she knew her own, she killed his mother…his best friend…she took his memories. Abused them so she could control him.

He wasn’t innocent that’s for sure, the people he’s killed were on his behalf but she still had some part of it. She still caused the trauma…the nightmares.

Soul sighed and stood making his way to the balcony, if he wanted to he could imagine himself stepping up on the railing…imagine himself spreading his arms out and just- letting go.

Maybe he would, or maybe he already was.

Soul did always want to know what it was like to fly, Void never really showed him. After the incident with Endorria he avoided flying people around again.

Soul pulled himself up in the railing.

The sunrise was gorgeous this morning.

He sat down.

The ground was a far way down…

He hummed gently letting his arms rise to his sides, imagining they were wings as the sun hit them with warm rays.

Would he be able to turn back?

No.

He wouldn’t.

He stood slowly.

The door to the room opened…who?

“SOUL!”

He slipped.

Oh god…he slipped.

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Soul gasped sitting upright abruptly, Quackity flinched and looked up from where he was sitting in the chair beside the bed. “What the fuck happened-“ he heaved, trying to catch his oxygen.

Quackity scowled and crossed his arms.

“Don’t pull that shit.” He snapped, Soul looked at him. “You- you did it again…” he sighed his voice cracking just a little bit.

Soul blinked “wha-?”

Within seconds Quackity had Soul by the collar “please just stop trying to kill yourself.” He hugged Soul tightly and Soul froze, his whole entire being stopping.

Quackity of all people…hugged him?

Oh right…he tried to jump.

Soul frowned and hugged Quackity back tears already finding their way down his cheeks.

No. He’s falling. Quackity’s falling. Soul’s falling.

It was silent for a few. Until Soul broke that silence.

“Quackity…I don’t want to do the deal anymore…” he mumbled “I just want to be friends…” Soul choked out.

Shockingly enough Wilbur got a pass on this one…lucky bitch.

Quackity raised an eyebrow “what?”

Soul pushed from the embrace and made his way to the balcony again the sun was bright but it made the rain look like stars. “The deal…let’s stop. Before it becomes something different.” He muttered rubbing his arms. Quackity scowled and nodded stiffly.

It had already become something different. You can’t escape love or life.

“Soul…” Quackity mumbled as he joined him on the balcony, Soul wiped his eyes and looked up at him. The expression on his face still pale and slightly annoyed and terrified about the act he just tried to commit.

“Life is not a beauty…it’s a necessity.” He sighed “Remember that.” Quackity turned as Soul nodded and stared out at the rain.

Had he really tried to kill himself just then?

His mind ran a million miles and hour while Quackity left the room. Soul wouldn’t have had a chance to turn back…not if he hadn’t come to check up on him.

Quackity…something about the winged fellow.

He was strict…but he at least let himself be open and fun when around the people he loved.

The people he loved?

Hardly-

Soul took a step, then another before the door was swung open and he had his arms wrapped around Quackity’s waist from behind in an embrace.

Quackity’s body went rigged and he glanced back over his shoulder eyeing Soul “what…” he trailed off as Soul went to stand on his toes, Quackity stared his fingers starting to tremble as he turned to caress Soul’s cheek.

Soul blushed as they stared into each other’s eyes before Quackity pushed him away flicking him in the forehead.

“Boundaries still apply wether the deal is on or off.” He snapped, Soul rubbed his forehead.

“Ow…” he frowned “so mean…I just wanted a hug…” he scowled, Quackity rolled his eyes.

“Right..”

Soul smirked “why what we’re you thinking~?” He purred “something dirty I bet~?” He whispered into the shell of Quackity’s ear. Quackity spun around his hand making contact with Soul’s throat, Soul bit his lip with a smirk as he leaned forward towards Soul.

“You really are a sociopath you know that.” He snapped, Soul’s eyes widened the words hitting him hard and fast and his eyes fell to the floor.

Quackity flinched and pulled away from him “oh- sorry…i- fuck. I fucked that up didn’t i…?” He questioned, Soul sighed and wiped his eyes before making his way to the kitchen.

“Whatever. Forget it.” He snapped.

Quackity tensed. Shit. He fucked up. .

“Soul that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry” he pleaded, Soul turned and held up a finger with a pained smile.

“Just- shut the fuck up.” He hissed. His horns tore through his hairline and his eyes narrowed. “Please.” He snapped.

Quackity stared and nodded slowly before the front door slammed open and Wilbur walked in dramatically “YOUR SAVIOR IS HERE!” Both Quackity and Soul shot him a look. “Oh- what’s happening…?” He questioned dropping his packages.

Soul turned on his heel to get lost in the library and Quackity sighed doing the same but making his way to his office.

Wilbur frowned.

He was always being left on the sidelines. Dammit.

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☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒Chapter Twenty Five༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

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