𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮-𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ
ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

Deep in the woods, along the border of L'Manburg, a woman sat on the floor of her house. The woman held a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and a dagger in the other. She took a sip while examining the blade, glancing over part covered in dried blood, she never cleaned it off, not after what it was used for. She stares at the handle, the drops of blood sinking into the small designs as her finger glides over top.

She twisted the dagger between her fingers, eyes bloodshot and bags under them suggested she hadn't slept, or at least, slept good last night. She threw the dagger at the wall, seeing it slip into the wood of her room easily, landing beside a dent in the wall where she punched it until her knuckles bleed. She took another drink of the bottle, unaware of the man entering her house.

"Vienna," A man said from the stairs, a disapproving look in their eyes. He wore a black vest and a sword hung loosely by his side, orange fur sprouting out from underneath a hat he wore, furry ears sticking out from the top. "We need you in L'Manburg, or what's left of it anyways.. There's news." The fox said, staring at the black haired woman's hands, the bloodied knuckles and the bottle of whiskey in her left hand, and the lack of layers. Vienna only wore a sleeveless tee and shorts despite the cold weather outside. He shook his head, stepping down the stairs slightly.

"I'll be there in a minute." Vienna replied, still staring at the dagger embedded into the wall. She waited for the sound of a door closing before she stood, the clear bottle handing loosely in her hand as she searched for her sweatshirt, finding it beside her endless supply of beer cases in front of her bed. Dragging the hoodie overtop of her body, and taking one more drink from the whiskey bottle, Vienna stumbled around for her shoes.

After finding them flung across the down stairs living room, she tugged them on and left the bottle in the kitchen, ready for her when she came home. She didn't bother with pants, it wasn't that cold anyways. It wasn't snowing, which meant it wasn't cold enough to care.

Closing the door to her house, Vienna stuffed her hands into her sweatshirt pocket, maneuvering through the dense forest to the ruins of L'Manburg. She avoids fallen trees, large puddles that formed from the earlier down pour, and small creatures of the forest.

Though her mind was plagued with the dagger, the way it plunged into a mans chest, Sapnap's chest as if it were nothing, Vienna found a strange calmness to the world around her. Mix that with half a bottle of whiskey, she found the noises and animals easy to get lost in. She almost forgot what she was doing, and where she was going.

Key word, almost.

♛

After reaching the edge of L'Manburg, Vienna could really take in the destruction Wilbur had caused. The gaping holes in the ground, the collapsed buildings and polluted river. The vegetation completely eradicated, and the animals dead or far away by now. The place was a wasteland, like someone just started digging and never stopped, like someone had dynamite and just let go. Like someone finally had enough and decided to end it all in one fowl swoop.

Like the fact that Wilbur Soot did indeed destroy everything wasn't true.

It still seemed like a lie to the dark haired woman.

Stepping into the wasteland, Vienna spots her friends gathered where most of the damage was not, where most of the debris wasn't. She saw the familiar beanie of Quackity, and the red and white shirt of Tommy, the ears of Fundy. She didn't see, however, the dark hair of Niki, or the brown hair of Tubbo. Instead, she saw blonde hair and a green and white bucket hat, pared with a green pallet of clothing that looked mighty comfortable.

approaching the group gathered around a small structure with hooded eyes and soft steps, Vienna realized there were four bodies laying on the ground with cloth covering their skin. Each had some sort of possession laying on top of them to mark them for burial, well, all except one.

The closest one to Vienna had a guitar laying beside instead of on top of him, Vienna labeled that one as Wilbur soot. The next had two swords laying across their chest, the name Sapnap rang in the woman's head, the mans death still too recent on her mind to be able to really process again. The next body didn't have anything, but by the way the sheet stuck out slightly around the head of the person, it was clear it was the former president; Jschlatt.

And the last body, held only a pair of black sunglasses. It would've been harder to guess who the body belonged to, but seeing the shades Vienna knew exactly who it was.

She would've cried if she could, scream or shout if she could. Damn the gods right that moment for taking the kindest soul she would've ever met, if she could. But she have any energy to. Hell! She barely had enough to get up this morning.

So when she saw the sunglasses laying on a body she didn't recognize, Vienna didn't know how to feel. Not when she knew the sunglasses belonged to a dear friend, one who had helped her destroy her stash of alcohol. The one who had made the decision for himself to become a spy and help sabotage his friends at any given moment due to that simple fact that he was a spy, one who Vienna saw like family.

The sunglasses belonged to Eret, the once king of the Dream City. That was, until someone stabbed him in the gut in order to make their friend king instead. He was a dear, dear friend to Vienna, but the alcohol in her system, and the fact that she hadn't stopped crying until the last few hours, she had no emotions to spare. She felt numb.

That was a total of five people who Vienna had lost, four of which were dead and she felt bad about their deaths, in the past 24 hours.

Jschlatt, Wilbur, Technoblade, Sapnap, and now Eret.

She didn't know how to feel, but she did know that half a bottle of whiskey was waiting in her kitchen.

The others turned to see Vienna staring at the row of bodies, an emotionless expression on her face. They wanted to say something to the woman, anything at all, but they weren't sure what. The blonde man who was introduced as Philza, Wilbur's father, stepped forward and laid a comforting hand on Vienna's shoulder. The woman didn't react, her eyes only landing on the sunglasses.

"They found him this morning," Philza said, watching the woman with kind eyes. He waited for her to reply, for her to react to anything, but she simply nodded and turned her attention to the others around her.

"I was told to come here." Vienna said in a soft voice, glancing at Tommy and Quackity as they took a second too long to answer. In the end, it was Fundy who told the reason for her calling.

"We decided to have a funeral for them, Jschlatt included. We needed help with a date." Fundy shifted his gaze to the last body, Eret's body. "And when Niki discovered Eret's suicide-"

"Suicide?" Vienna asked, a reaction finally coming out. "He committed suicide?" Fundy nodded.

"That's what we think,'' the fox says, rubbing his face with his hand, a darkened expression on his face. Vienna knew that look, she knew the atmosphere as well. She knew Fundy didn't think it was a suicide, she knew just by looking at the others.

They didn't think it was a suicide. They knew Eret was murdered, by who was the question.

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