WORK SONG (MCD FANFIC)
TW FOR SELF-DEPRECATING THOUGHTS, POTENTIAL BODY HORROR, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, AND DEATH
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No grave Can hold my body down I’ll crawl home To her
There was a lot of blood.
He looked down at his wound, body shaking slightly. The crimson liquid soaked throug his clothes, staining his armor and his hands. It had to be pooling around him like some sort of black abyss, separating him further from escape, but he couldn’t he his blood against the dark red floor. He wondered if he wasn’t the first to die painting this floor with blood.
He hadn’t seen this much blood since Joh’s death.
His tight jaw fell slack as a choked cry climbed out of his throat, blood spilling out of his mouth and on to his chin, a bitterly warm sensation building up in his eyes until he felt hot tears spilling down his cheeks. He had failed him. He had failed. He was worthless. It served him right to die in this place, like this, alone with nothing but the Nether beasts to do what they wanted with his remains after he finally gave up.
He strained his entire body, halting his sobs best he could, and used the rest of his strength to draw himself towards one of the walls of the room, so he could see better. To his left laid his emerald sword, covered in what he hoped was blood (he wasn’t certain. It looked black, though it was hard to tell in the Nether’s lighting, and it seemed as though it were already starting to rot). He couldn’t stop the small, smug smirk that tugged at his lips when he turned to look to the right, where the beast stood.
He really, truely wasn’t sure what it was. It wasn’t like any creature he’d ever heard stories about. It’s body was constantly shifting, changing, with two glowering purple eyes that, though uncannily vacant, seemed to revel in his fear at the unexpectedness of it’s form. It’s skin - if he could call it that - was black and purple-hued like a bat-orchid flower and it was seemingly as physical as a shadow, but when he’d struck it with his sword (before it had sunk it’s claws through his abdomen, which is when he really knew it was real) it acted like he’d actually hurt it.
Watching it shriek and flail and hold it’s giant claws over it’s face was an oddly satisfying confirmation that he was right.
I’ll come back for you.
He eyed the door to the room. The barrier had long since vanished, weakened by the beast’s beating upon it and the lack of magic to hold it up. He was surprised that the monster hadn’t made a dash for it at first, but the frequent screaming flooding his ears gave him a pretty good reason of why it hadn’t left.
Maybe he could make it. Maybe he could make it far enough away from this terrible creature and then she’d come running back with help. She’d look him in the face and tell him he did so well and he saved her and Castor and he didn’t have anything to worry about. She’d help him out and he’d get better and they’d find Cadenza again in no time.
His smirk fell, his face suddenly feeling fatigued, and his focus swam in and out of his vision.
I’ll come back for you.
Would she? If she did, what would she find? His dead body, only warm because of the natural heat of the Nether? This wailing beast he couldn’t even describe? Would she be disappointed? Would she be heart-broken? Would she cry? Would she become so full of wrath she threw herself at the monster, only to succumb the same fate he had?
He hoped not. He almost hoped she went to Garroth first and he talked her out of it.
I’ll come back for you.
He clenched his jaw again and huffed hard. He had to try and make it out to her. He couldn’t just lie down and die. It wasn’t what Joh would want, it wasn’t what Cadenza would want, it wasn’t what Aphmau would want.
His hand clenched the wall, nails scratching against the brick as he tried to pull himself up. His legs trembled and he panted with effort, a hand absentmindedly coming to press gently against his wound and he thought about how it felt like he was bleeding more. He spared a glance at the creature in the corner and saw a flash of it’s wild, empty eyes as it lowered it’s hands and stumbled around to face him, a terrifying, tooth-filled maw glowing against it’s dark skin.
He glared at it - or tried to, anyway - and bared his own teeth at it. His eyes were fixated on the gaping whole in it’s face, which was grotesquely stringing itself back together and closing. He swallowed, trying his best to ignore the coppery taste.
“I’m not afraid of you,” he whispered. “Y... you’re just some beast. Even if it’s not me, something will take you out,” he paused, breathing heavily as we felt blood drip out of his mouth and drop on to the floor. “My bet’s on the knights.”
It smiled. Twisted it’s mouth upwards in a sick, mischievious smile. He felt his entire body run cold as it slowly shambled towards him, the ever-present grin never falling.
“Don’t worry, Laurance,” It’s voice hit him like a hammer, forcing him to his knees and then on to his side as it got closer still. It’s voice sounded like so many other people talking all at once, some high-pitched, some low-pitched, some young and some old. He wondered if maybe this monster would take his voice.
Then, in a voice hauntingly similar to Aphmau’s, it said:
“You’ll come back.”
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PLEASE THIS IS SUCH TRASH. The ending is so baaadddd. I don’t even know if the song matches it anymore because of the ending. Oh well. Song/lyric suggestions are welcome lol.
I just wanted to write Laurance angst okay. Also I haven’t thought about his character a lot so. Some of his priorities might seem a little silly (primarily his holding Aphmau’s opinions and views higher than those of family members he’s known all his life).
“He” = Laurance “Him” = Jon (mentioned once at the beginning, in “he failed him”) “She” = Aphmau “It/Creature/Beast/Monster” = weakened shadow lord.