#cypherden

Btw:

Cabins:

Den - cabin 12

Chilly - cabin 7 (Godly parent) cabin 8 (hunter)

Ivan - cabin 7

Kristine - cabin 11

Curt - cabin 6

Nora: If you made me pancakes for the rest of our lives because you make THE BEST PANCAKES EVER?!

Jaune: I was gonna say get married, but yeah, that works!

Nora: Wait, really? (Gasps) Infinite pancakes for all of eternity... (Gremlin cackling) ALL FOR ME!

Nora: You, sir, have got yourself a wife~!

(i totally didn't procrastinate the second panel for weeks and decided to post anyways since I wanted to show off my mlp versions of them haha what're you talking about)

Chapter 11 / Epilogue 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

The last chapter T.T

To get the full experience I had writing this, listen to the Undertale song Home while reading this.

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……..He could see her in the darkness.

She was there. She was right there. She was a wisp but she was there.

He could grab her, pull her back, pull her into the light and it’d be the same and nothing would change and it would remain the same and he would have fixed it-

His arm shot out, hand phasing through her figure, crumbling at the touch. A single smile before that too, cracked and withered. Like she had turned to ashes, the wind cruelly blowing her away from him, separating the two of them. He wanted to follow, but something was holding him back. He could only watch as she faded away into nothingness. It was him. He who did this. He who let her be-

Curt’s eyes shot open, his arm still in the air, reaching but grasping nothing.

It took him two, three, maybe more moments before he realised what happened, all while his heavy breathing was the only sound around him.

A nightmare. Just a nightmare.

With a small groan, he started to move up into a sitting position.

And froze.

This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t any room he recognised. He could tell even with the low light. Where the hell was he? What was going on? Was he kidnapped? What happened to his friends? Had the Foundation captured them again? Had everything been for nothing? Had-

A tiny muffled groan sounded next to him and the thing capturing his hand tightened ever so slightly. Curt looked to his right. Kristine lay half slumped over the bed, holding onto his hand as if letting go would cause him to disappear. Quite impressive, as she was sound asleep by the looks of it.

He stared at her. His breathing started to even, slowly changing to match hers. And with every breath, he calmed down.

With his heart no longer beating like crazy, he slowly looked around the room. He quickly found what he was looking for.

Den and Ivan were in deep sleep on the tiny couch, closer than ever as Den had her arm over Ivan’s shoulder. Sweet, heartwarming and definitely out of character, until Curt saw the knife in Den’s hand, hanging near Ivan’s throat. Yeah, that made more sense. He duly noted that Ivan had become tangible, which meant he was alive again.

On the other end of the small room, left from him, Christian had planted himself in a chair, fast asleep in a half-sitting half-lying position so cool yet uncomfortable that it left Curt’s back screaming. He didn’t want to know how long they’d all been like that.

He released the breath and tension he was holding in. They were safe. They are safe. Thank god they are safe. They’re… safe. Thank fucking god.

With all of them accounted for, Curt took another look at the room.

A few cracks showed in the wall, especially around a clock that seemed to have been put there to cover most of it up. The time read 4:35 am. There was only a single bed, the one he occupied. A nightstand with old wood, an old lamp that probably didn’t work, the fact the room was tiny yet seemed to have a bathroom… it all made sense now.

They were in a cheap motel. They had made it out. They did it. They got out. They fucking made it out and Snee-

Memories of agony flashed through his head. Memories of lying on his back in a grassy field. Memories of pointing a gun at that bastard and pulling the trigger. Right. He’d gotten shot. Nearly gotten killed by Snee. Almost bled to death right in that field.

Tentatively, he lifted the blanket on top of him. His entire torso was wrapped in bandages. Did Ivan do it? Was the bullet still in there or had they somehow removed it? Like how the fuck was he alive right now?

…Well, fuck it. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how he had survived, just that he had.

With a quiet sigh, he dropped the blanket. He moved his free hand to his face, gently massaging it to get his brain running.

Snee was gone. He was gone and that was good. Curt had shot him in the head, there was no way he could’ve survived that. (Although a small voice in his mind doubted it, saying he was forgetting something. He couldn’t remember.)

But just because Snee was gone, didn’t mean the whole Foundation was. That meant they couldn’t stay here for long. Goddammit, he’d need to start planning shit immediately, didn’t he? They needed a proper car, first of all, no fictional one. One that didn’t require the host to stay awake. And they’d need rations, maybe weapons. Maybe they could use their powers to make a plane? They did get all the way here with a made up car, a plane could work. But the Foundation was clever and he’d need to figure out a way around the anomaly scanners…

Feeling incredibly tired, he rubbed his face and pulled his hand back.

His hand was stained with something black.

Curt squinted his eyes, internally asking why the fuck there was some weird black residue on his hands-

And pressed his hand against his mouth as he realised, to stop his laughter from waking them up.

The motherfuckers had sharpie’d his face.

His body shook with his laughs and chuckles, something he had desperately needed. He was actually afraid he’d wake up Kristine with how much he was shaking, but calming down was hard. And honestly, he didn’t really want to.

Eventually though, everything slowly got out of his system. Laughter, anxiety, panic… all of it slowly started to leave him. Leave him nothing but tired.

He removed his hand, still smiling. Carefully, he laid back down again, another wave of exhaustion washing over him when his head hit the pillow. Part of him didn’t want to go back to sleep, afraid of another nightmare. The other wanted a goddamn nap.

The Foundation, them being SCP’s, their next step… it could wait a little longer. Until they were all awake and ready.

His eyes glanced over them one by one. Stopping at his stained hand. God, they really were asshole friends.

He closed his eyes.

But they were his asshole friends.

And for them, he’d risk it all.

Fin

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When I start writing the first chapter, I had no idea it would turn out to be the first step to this incredible journey.

Thank you Recreyo, for the time I had. And thank you everyone who liked, reblogged and commented. I love you all and your motivation helped me continue this.

I don’t think I’m quite done with the fandom yet though, but I need more time to flesh out the plots I have in mind. I want to improve, I want to grow, but I need some stuff in the middle for my plots lol. Also, I want to focus a little more on another project for a different fandom, but I’ll def come back here!

I will be starting to move this fic to AO3 soon, though it’ll ofc remain here too. The AO3 version will have some slight fixes, maybe some changes and perhaps even an extra chapter, so stay tuned for that!