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Before his death, he had everyone on his side. He thought had the life he always wanted. He was respected, feared, and powerful. At least for a while. But without him realizing it, that all changed.
He never imagined his death to be so… so humiliating! But then again, that implies that his entire life was as well, after all, he died just as he lived, surrounded by people, yet ultimately… alone.
So why was he so surprised when the people he trusted the most turned on him? Tubbo, his right-hand man, Fundy… whatever he was supposed to be, he frankly wasn't quite sure but the betrayal still hurt! But most of all, Quackity, his vice president/on and off again boyfriend. He cared about all of them, in his own... strange way.
But now, he was gone. Floating in the void of space with nothing to do but reflect. Reflect on what got him here.
He could blame it on Tubbo for helping the rebellion under his nose. He could blame it on Quackity for siding with the enemy. He could blame it on Tommy and Wilbur's little revolution for taking his family away from him. He had excuses upon excuses upon excuses. But that's all they were, superficial, meaningless, excuses. He might never admit it, but deep down he knew it was all his fault. But the thought of it was too much. So instead he remained angry.
Time kept moving forward and there he remained, stagnant. Time kept moving without his permission or consent, it did not stop. It was beginning to weigh on him. He had no idea exactly how much time had passed. Could be days, months, hell, even years! But he couldn't escape the cold reality of space.
But suddenly, he felt something. He felt heavy. He sunk further into the abyss, falling. He did not scream or react, he simply accepted the new reality beginning to unfold around him.
As he fell he felt heavier and heavier as more physical sensations began to manifest themselves, suddenly he could feel his hair brush against his forehead, the heaviness of his horns, and the fabric of his clothes.
The void slowly became brighter and brighter, so much so that he shut his eyes tight. He began to hear his ears ring.
"Make it count."
He gasped for air and opened his eyes.
He was back.