Trigger Warning: Family Abandonment/Desertion, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, Suicideish but not really… if you’ve read the other chapters than you get the gist
“I didn’t expect to see you coming here. I thought things were going well for you all back in the Overworld.” Fundy appeared before the Goddess of Death’s throne. Bad and Sapnap stood on either side of her. Fundy didn’t know where Phil was, but he didn’t put too much thought into it. “Well, they were. People found out that I’m the only animorph in existence after I killed a dude and they wanted to like, due some laboratory crap to me since they didn’t have much technological advancement when we weren’t extinct. Do you know how hard it is to kill yourself in a lab designed so you don’t get hurt? I had to wrestle a syringe out of a guy's hand and stab myself in the neck with it. I missed the right spot at first too. Stabbed myself twice. Was not fun. Anyways, I’m going to go back now, so see you later.” “Not so fast,” Kristen stopped him. “You know very well of the rules. People believe you to be dead. They’ll already be confused by there being no body. You shouldn’t bring any more trouble by showing up again.” “When can I go back? A few years?” “Likely never. You said you went in a lab? If I understand human technology correctly, then they’ll have your DNA. This isn’t like the old times where you could just wait till people forgot about you.” “But what about Tubbo and Eryn? And Ranboo?” Fundy questioned as paced with frustration. “They can leave anytime they wish. We don’t necessarily need demons in the Overworld anymore. Humans have invented plenty of ways to kill their fellow people.” Fundy knew that they weren’t going to leave. All three of them hated the Underworld. Many demons do. Most just hide away in their own personal rooms in the castle. Besides, leaving meant leaving Ranboo. He wouldn’t be able to live on his own. They’d either kill him, or try to experiment on him as they’d done centuries ago.
“You may hang around the castle until you are needed. Now go on,” Kristen waved him away. Fundy glared at Kristen for a moment before rushing out of the throne room.
Fundy stared at his foot as it rapidly thumped against the old wood floor. The stool wasn’t the most comfortable, but at least it felt like home. “A barn?” Fundy glanced up to see Bad standing in his doorway. “Yeah. You can sit in the hay if you want.” “I think I’ll be fine.” Bad’s eyes caught on the quick movements of Fundy’s foot. “You remind me a lot of your father. Or at least what Phil has told me about him.” “Oh, really? How interesting,” Fundy replied dryly. “I promise this castle isn’t that bad. You grow to enjoy it,” Bad reassured him, taking a few steps forward. “I don’t give a crap about the castle. I’ll just leave if I want to.” “That would be disobeying the Goddess,” Bad stated with suspicion in his tone. “I don’t give a crap about her either. I only became a demon so I could see Tubbo and Ranboo again.” And though he would never admit it, he also had hoped to see Wilbur.
“All three of you are very similar,” Bad mumbled to himself. “Three?” Fundy looked up as he stopped his foot. “Your grandfather. All three of you are very similar, despite all of you spending little time with each other,” Bad explained. “In a good or a bad way?” Fundy asked. Bad hesitated. “Your silence speaks volumes.” Fundy went back to tapping his foot.
“It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Momma I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said, son
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone (my son, yeah)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone.”
Fundy stopped playing. “If you’re going to walk in, please say something. It just makes things awkward.
Hey Momma!
Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day in his life.”
Bad didn’t say anything. Just stared at the boy in the hay.
“Oh Father you never wanted to live that way
You never wanted to hurt me
Why am I running away
Oh Father you never wanted to live that way
You never wanted to hurt me
Why am I running away.”
“Hello.” Bout time, Fundy thought. He’d been standing there since the beginning of the song. “You’re Phil, right?” Fundy looked up from his guitar. “Do the wings give it away?” Phil chuckled as he shut the door behind him. “I would have known without them. Tommy looked a lot like you.” “That he did,” Phil sighed.
Fundy put down the guitar and gestured towards the small stool, to which Phil kindly smiled and sat down.
“Interesting music choice you’ve got. Did you make it up?” Phil asked as his eyes wandered around the decaying barn. “No. I don’t know how to write music. I just hear it and play it. That one is by this very famous lady. I can’t remember her name.” Fundy was a bit more tolerant towards Phil. He liked him more than Bad. “I’m sorry about how Wilbur thinks of you. He’s been through a lot, but I can’t deny that it’s a bit crappy how he treats you.” “I know.” Fundy hesitated, “Why don’t you guard Kristen anymore? Aren’t you guys like a couple or something?” “Kristen can kiss my ass. I got fired. I got into an argument with Bad and he’s a bit of a tattle tail. He told her I’d betray her and stuff and that I wasn’t loyal.” “And would you? Would you betray her?” Fundy queeried. “In a heartbeat. I’ve realized recently that the great and powerful Goddess of Death might be a terrible person who would sacrifice me and anyone else for her personal gain without thinking twice about it.” “Why don’t you just go to the Overworld?” “I’m not one for seclusion, and Wilbur is terrible company. I love him to death, but I couldn’t spend the rest of eternity with him. Not in his current state. I should probably visit him soon, though. It’s been a while.” “Is he really that bad? That messed up?” Fundy sat up a bit. “You have to understand this boy's case. He knew almost nobody in his life. He knew me, Techno, Wilbur, and Sapnap, and he hated Sapnap. He lost both Techno and Tommy in a very short period of time, and not only that, but he also lost me when he was younger. Death hits hard for him. He also experienced memory loss now so he’s in constant fear of forgetting about them. The good parts of them. Not the voices. Not the godship. Just Tommy and Techno as they were when they were boys. He’s lost everything he had. That would be hard on anybody. I understand if you can’t forgive him for how he treats you, but surely you can understand why he does.” Fundy nodded slightly.
“You were executed, right?” Phil changed the subject. “Yeah. Publicly hanged, though I actually died of a gunshot. Turned into a fox to escape and apparently they expected me to just die there without doing anything. So I got shot,” Fundy explained. “Mine was by guillotine. They cut off my wings in fear of me escaping beforehand, but they still didn’t want to take any chances with a hanging.” “I think the guy who had me hung wanted to throw me off a cliff or some crap like that. Make things big and dramatic. He was told to stick to the typical execution methods.” Fundy smiled a bit as he thought of his time as a criminal. “What did you do?” Phil asked. “This guy was kind of a jerk to me one day on the streets. Cussed me out and kicked my side cause I was in his way or something like that. He was rich. The dude thought of poor people like animals. Everyone hated him. So, naturally, I broke into his house and stole anything I could carry that was worth a lot. Mostly jewels and gold and such. I got caught, of course. I’m not a very good thief. When he was chasing me along with some knight guys I ran to this cliff, the one that he wanted to throw me off, and chunked all his crap into the ocean. He did not take that too well.” Phil let out a great laugh, “I must say, that beats any crime I’ve done in my time.” “Yeah, I’m pretty awesome,” Fundy stated jokingly as he leaned back. “And very humble,” Phil added sarcastically. “Why don’t you play another song? Perhaps a happier one than the last.” Fundy willingly grabbed his guitar and strummed the strings a few times.
“Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called "life"
Electric word, life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here to tell you there's something else
The afterworld
A world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night.”
“I can’t say I expected to be called here today.” Fundy gazed around the large meeting room. It had a light purple rug and drapes and a long, white, wooden table with matching chairs that ran all the way down it that had matching purple padding. Lots of purple. Fundy hated purple. What was with gods and purple?
Aphmau sat at the head of the table with Grian on her left and Kristen on her right. Some female demon that Fundy didn’t know appeared beside him. “We have no missing dragons in the Underworld, but I did find something else strange,” the demon stated. “What is it?” Kristen asked. “There’s actually more dragons than before they went extinct. They seem to still be out there living out their lives.” “What is going on?” Fundy questioned. “What are they saying?” Aphmau leaned forward. She spoke in the God’s Language, which neither of the demons could understand. They both just spoke English and the Demonic Tongue. Kristen explained what the other demon had said back to Aphmau and Grian. “You didn’t revive any dragons?” Kristen turned to Grian. “I swear I didn’t. I have no reason to,” Grian shook his head. “I don’t believe that he did either,” Aphmau told them. “You see, if dragons had been revived and were breeding, then I would have noticed them in the Overworld. If I had to guess, somebody created a few in a different realm. We should ask Fruitberries, Illumina, and Preston. I don’t want to bring DreamXD into this.” “Fundy,” Kristen switched back to Demonic. “There’s a dragon in the Overworld. We aren’t sure why or how. I need you to transfer it outside this castle and we will detain it once you arrive.” “Me?” Fundy widened his eyes with suspicion. “Bad believes it would do you good to keep you busy when you can be. This is a good starter.” “Alright then. I’ll be back soon.” Kristen nodded and teleported Fundy into the Overworld.
The dragon was on top of a tall, multi-story building in a larger city. His eyes squinted down below at the quiet streets and his wings were wide open, ready to dive down and catch his unexpecting prey. Fundy took one step forward and the dragon immediately turned around. He snarled and pounced towards Fundy who swiftly jumped to the side and transferred the two of them back to the God’s Realm.
The three gods were waiting outside Aphmau’s castle and Aphmau’s vines immediately whipped themselves around the dragon’s legs, neck, torso, and tail, tying him to the ground. “⍙⟒⌰⌰ ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⟟⌇ ⟊⎍⌇⏁ ☌⍀⟒⏃⏁.” Fundy turned towards the large beast. Was that Ender? No, it couldn’t be. “⊬⍜⎍ ⌰⍜⍜☍ ⎎⏃⋔⟟⌰⟟⏃⍀. ⏁⊑⏃⏁ ⍙⍜⎍⌰⎅⋏'⏁ ⋔⏃☍⟒ ⌇⟒⋏⌇⟒, ⏁⊑⍜⎍☌⊑. ⟒⎐⟒⍀⊬⍜⋏⟒ ⟟ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⟟⌇ ⌇⎍⍀⟒⌰⊬ ⎅⟒⏃⎅ ⏚⊬ ⋏⍜⍙. ⍜⎎ ☊⍜⎍⍀⌇⟒, ⊬⍜⎍ ⋔⎍⌇⏁ ⏚⟒ ⏃ ⎅⟒⋔⍜⋏, ⌇⍜ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⍀⟒ ⎅⟒⏃⎅.” “You do speak Ender,” Fundy whispered. “Quite the talkative dragon, aren’t they?” Grian pointed out. Fundy ignored the gods. He wasn’t interested in whatever they had to say.
“⟒⎐⟒⍀⊬⍜⋏⟒ ⏃⌰⍙⏃⊬⌇ ⌇⏃⊬⌇ ⏁⊑⏃⏁ ⟟'⋔ ⏁⏃⌰☍⏃⏁⟟⎐⟒. ⌇⍜ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟⎎ ⟟ ⟒⋏⟊⍜⊬ ⏁⍜ ⏁⏃⌰☍ ⏁⍜ ⋔⊬⌇⟒⌰⎎. ⟟ ☊⏃⋏'⏁ ⏁⏃⌰☍ ⏁⍜ ⏃⋏⊬⏚⍜⎅⊬ ⟒⌰⌇⟒.” “You understand the God's Language. It doesn’t seem like you understand Demonic Tongue though.” Fundy thought for a moment. “What about this?” He asked in English. He doubted it would work, but Ranboo spoke and understood English.
The dragon glanced at Fundy. “Can you understand me?” Fundy whispered in English. “⊬⟒⌇. ☊⏃⋏ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎍⋏⎅⟒⍀⌇⏁⏃⋏⎅ ⋔⟒?” “I can. I struggle to speak it, but I can understand Ender.” “⊬⍜⎍ ⌰⍜⍜☍ ⎎⏃⋔⟟⌰⟟⏃⍀. ⍙⊑⏃⏁'⌇ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⋏⏃⋔⟒?” “Fundy. Do you have one?” Fundy asked quietly. “⍙⏃⟟⏁, ⎎⎍⋏⎅⊬?” “Yeah,” Fundy nodded in confirmation. “⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⏃⋏ ⏃⋏⟟⋔⍜⍀⌿⊑, ⍀⟟☌⊑⏁? ⎎⍜⌖? ⌰⟟⎐⟒⎅ ⍜⋏ ⏃ ⎎⏃⍀⋔ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⍜⌰⎅⟒⍀ ⏚⍀⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⎎⍜⍀ ⏃ ☌⍜⍜⎅ ⏚⟟⏁ ⍜⎎ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ☊⊑⟟⌰⎅⊑⍜⍜⎅? ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⎎⏃⏁⊑⟒⍀'⌇ ⋏⏃⋔⟒ ⟟⌇ ⍙⟟⌰⏚⎍⍀?” “How do you know all that? The only people who know about the farm are Tubbo, Ranboo, and Eryn. Everyone else is dead.” Fundy backed up a little. “⎎⎍⋏⎅⊬, ⟟⏁'⌇ ⏁⍜⋔⋔⊬. ⟟'⋔ ⏃⌰⟟⎐⟒.” Fundy went pale. “No, that’s not true. You’re tricking me. He’s dead. Kristen told me. DreamXD killed him.” Fundy took a few more steps backwards. “ “⎎⎍⋏⎅⊬, ⟟ ⋏⟒⟒⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⍜ ⏚⟒⌰⟟⟒⎐⟒ ⋔⟒. ⍙⟟⌰⏚⎍⍀ ☊⏃⋏'⏁ ⎍⋏⎅⟒⍀⌇⏁⏃⋏⎅ ⋔⟒. ⟟ ⋏⟒⟒⎅ ⊑⟟⋔ ⏁⍜ ☍⋏⍜⍙. ⊑⟒ ⊑⏃⌇ ⏁⍜ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⏁⊑⏃⏁ ⟟'⋔ ⏃⌰⟟⎐⟒. ⟟'⎐⟒ ⏚⟒⟒⋏ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⊑⟟⋔. ⟟ ☊⏃⋏'⏁ ⏚⏃⍀⟒ ⏁⍜ ⌇⟒⟒ ⊑⟟⋔ ⊑⍜⍙ ⊑⟒ ⟟⌇. ⊬⍜⎍ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⏁⍜ ⊑⟒⌰⌿ ⋔⟒ ⏁⟒⌰⌰ ⊑⟟⋔. ⊑⍜⍙ ⟒⌰⌇⟒ ⎅⟟⎅ ⟟ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⏃⌰⌰ ⏁⊑⍜⌇⟒ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌⌇ ⏃⏚⍜⎍⏁ ⊬⍜⎍? ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⏃⋏ ⍜⌰⎅⟒⍀ ⌇⏁⟒⌿-⏚⍀⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⋏⏃⋔⟒⎅ ⏁⎍⏚⏚⍜. ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⋔⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀'⌇ ⋏⏃⋔⟒ ⟟⌇ ⌇⏃⌰⌰⊬. ⌇⊑⟒ ⋔⏃⍀⍀⟟⟒⎅ ⏃⋏ ⏃⏚⎍⌇⟟⎐⟒ ⏃⌰☊⍜⊑⍜⌰⟟☊ ⋏⏃⋔⟒⎅ ⌇☊⊑⌰⏃⏁⏁, ⏁⎍⏚⏚⍜'⌇ ⎅⏃⎅. ⊬⍜⎍ ⍀⏃⋏ ⏃⍙⏃⊬ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⊑⟟⋔ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⍜⋔⋔⊬ ⍙⊑⟒⋏ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍙⟒⍀⟒ ⎎⍜⎍⍀. ⊬⍜⎍ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⏁⍜ ⏚⟒⌰⟟⟒⎐⟒ ⋔⟒.” The dragon struggled a bit against the bonds, but not enough to cause a scene. Fundy took a step back towards the dragon, “To-” “⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ⌇⏃⊬ ⟟⏁ ⍜⎍⏁ ⌰⍜⎍⎅. ⏁⊑⟒ ☌⍜⎅⌇ ⎍⋏⎅⟒⍀⌇⏁⏃⋏⎅ ⟒⋏☌⌰⟟⌇⊑ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⊑⟒⊬ ☊⏃⋏'⏁ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⍙⊑⍜ ⟟ ⏃⋔. ⏁⊑⟒⊬ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⌇⎍⍀⟒⌰⊬ ☍⟟⌰⌰ ⋔⟒.”
“Is he speaking to the dragon?” Grian questioned. Kristen relayed the question to Fundy. Fundy nodded slightly. “Dragon, how did you find yourself in the Overworld?” Grian asked him. “⟟ ☊⏃⋏'⏁ ⏁⟒⌰⌰ ⏁⊑⟒⋔ ⊑⍜⍙ ⍜⍀ ⏁⊑⟒⊬'⌰⌰ ☍⋏⍜⍙.” “He isn’t sure,” Fundy lied. “How does he know English?” Aphmau piped in. “⊬⍜⎍'⎐⟒ ⏃⌰⍙⏃⊬⌇ ⏚⟒⟒⋏ ☌⍜⍜⎅ ⏃⏁ ⌰⊬⟟⋏☌. ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⟟⌇ ⏃⌰⌰ ⊬⍜⎍.” “He’s been in the Overworld for a bit and caught on to it. Dragon’s are smart creatures.” “Does he know what god created him?” “⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ⋏⏃⋔⟒ ⏃ ☌⍜⎅. ⏁⊑⏃⏁ ⋔⟟☌⊑⏁ ☊⏃⎍⌇⟒ ⏃ ⍙⏃⍀.” “He was birthed from another dragon, not created by a god. He doesn’t know that either.” “This dragon is clearly of no use to us. We should kill it so it can stop messing with balance of nature,” Aphmau stated. “⟟⎎ ⏁⊑⟒⊬ ⏁⍀⊬ ⏁⍜ ☍⟟⌰⌰ ⋔⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⍜⎎ ⏁⍙⍜ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌⌇ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⊑⏃⌿⌿⟒⋏. ⟒⟟⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⏁⊑⟒⊬ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⎅⟒⌇⏁⍀⍜⊬ ⋔⊬ ⏚⍜⎅⊬ ⏃⋏⎅ ⟟'⌰⌰ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⏁⍜ ⎎⟟⋏⎅ ⏃⋏⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀, ⍙⊑⟟☊⊑ ⏁⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⏃⍀⟒ ⎎⟒⍙ ⍜⎎ ⟟⋏ ⏁⊑⟒ ☌⍜⎅'⌇ ⍀⟒⏃⌰⋔, ⍜⍀ ⏁⊑⟒⊬ ⍙⍜⋏'⏁ ⏚⟒ ⏃⏚⌰⟒ ⏁⍜ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⊑⟒⊬'⌰⌰ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⟟'⋔ ⏃ ☌⍜⎅. ⟟ ⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⍙⊑⟟☊⊑, ⏚⎍⏁ ⟒⟟⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⍙⏃⊬ ⊬⍜⎍ ⋏⟒⟒⎅ ⏁⍜ ⌇⏁⍜⌿ ⏁⊑⟒⋔ ⎎⍀⍜⋔ ☍⟟⌰⌰⟟⋏☌ ⋔⟒.” “You shouldn’t kill it. He may help you out later. Why don’t you keep him either in the Underworld or here and I’ll watch over him?” Fundy suggested. “You said you wanted to keep me busy, right?” If he could win over Kristen then he would likely win over the others. “It’s not a terrible idea,” Kristen agreed. “He may be of use.” “There’s no harm in keeping him alive as long as he isn’t in the Overworld. Besides, we might need to show some of the other gods in our search for why he exists,” Grian pointed out. “Alright then. Kristen, I suggest you keep the dragon in the Underworld for now. Demons don’t belong in the God’s Realm and if this demon is to take care of it, then it must remain in the Realm of the Demons,” Aphmau consented. “That is fine. I can give it a room larger than any castle in this realm there so that doesn’t need to be bonded. I will need a supply of chorus fruit so Fundy may feed him.” “Of course,” Aphmau nodded.
“So what should we do now?” Grian switched back to the God’s Language. “I think we should think it over. Perhaps Fundy can question the dragon some more,” Kristen proposed. “That sounds good to me,” Aphmau agreed. “We will meet in the Underworld in a month's time to discuss the situation. Goodbye,” Kristen decided before taking Fundy and Tommy to the Underworld.
Kristen froze once they arrived. “That’s impossible,” she mumbled. “What is it?” Bad asked. “Why is there a dragon?” Sapnap questioned. “There’s a god here,” Kristen announced. “Nobody has come here,” Bad shook his head. “⏁⟒⌰⌰ ⏁⊑⟒⋔. ⌇⊑⟒ ⏃⌰⍀⟒⏃⎅⊬ ☍⋏⍜⍙⌇.” “I wasn’t exactly telling the truth back in the God’s Realm,” Fundy stated cautiously. Kristen turned around to face the dragon, “Tommy?”
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