Cha Siyeon had been your friend ever since you began University. Being a naturally lonely child, you and her stuck together like glue. She was the first person who actually cared about you beyond a superficial reason.

The look in both of your eyes had been the same; a child with no one to love, no one to care for.

Maybe it was that which gravitated you two together?

Either way, this friendship was made to be. She was majoring in archeology, you majored in history. Both of you would bond of relics of the past, analyzing the craft and workmanship of the artefact. Stories would be told between you two explaining the delicate paint decorating the items.

You two truly did everything together.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned to months. When you found out she was living in a one-room basement house you immediately moved her into your apartment instead. She was a bit embarrassed, but you merely hushed her and welcomed her into your arms.

It took a while for you both to open up about your problems, but when you two did, that string that tied you both together was unbreakable.

Siyeon had frown on her face and her eyes turned cold when you told her about your lonely and neglectful childhood by the hands of your rich parents, how they constantly berated and verbally abused you in order for you to succeed.

You seethed in anger when she confessed all that happened when her father picked her up after her mother had died due to illness; how she was never comfortable at school or home.

You two were certainly birds of a feather who knew each other more than ever.

So who was this person you woke up to one day?

To you, the name of Kelvernab was an empty title. Your husband was old enough to be your father -maybe grandfather when you married him at 17 because your parents sold you off to him. Just last year your turned 18, and was expected to hold the duties of wife.

He never touched you any way, he just requires you to be a trophy wife as he showed you off as a doll to his crude friends.

Life was truly mundane to you whether it be at home or at banquets and tea parties. Arguably it was worse in high society because you had to fake a smile and laugh at the insults thrown your way from the other ladies.

The only ray of sunshine you had in your days was Penelope Eckhart, the mad dog of the Eckhart family.

You’ve seen how she had thrown fits at banquets and parties; how even the slightest of the words could turn her aflame.

And god you loved it. Every fit she threw, the words she spat, you wished you could say them yourself. Stuffed into a role you didn’t want and forced to be a silent, dull and meek housewife, you lived the way you wanted to by being beside Penelope. She spoke for you; she felt for you; she loved for you as you lived for her.

You weren’t an idiot to the way her “family” would look at her in utter disgust, or the bruises on her wrists, or even the fact that she seemed a little to thin at times, and the smallest waft of something fatty and rich was able to make her nauseous yet hungry at the same time.

Those disgusting Eckharts can’t even take care of her properly.

It was your goal to get her to stay at your estate as much as possible. While her family was reluctant you let you of all people to hang around her, the Duke noticed she did seem happier and calmer around you so he let her frequent your house.

She’d spend the night regularly, sleepovers and tea parties were a must. It was those nights where you and Penelope shared all the secrets you had.

Time passed and you two were like soulmates; you knew her like the back of your hand.

So who was this person you woke up to one day?

Two words, each with an equal. Where Cha Siyeon and Penelope Eckhart are worldly equals, [Name] [Lastname] and [Name] Kelvernab would naturally be the same.

Despite it being two vastly different worlds, the two girls both uttered the same thing when their dearest friend woke up.

Who are you? You aren’t

[Penelope] [Cha Siyeon]

You aren’t mine

Au i just thought of lmao, So yes, i know that Cha Siyeon is a “shard” of Penelope’s souls but i just though what if it’s that parallel universe thing where everyone has a parallel self so Penelope = Cha Siyeon and You = You but your title is Lady Kelvernab.

Its more of a time divergent then a full on universe alternate, but it happens after Pogtopia so i feeeel like it can go anyyywhere.

We start on a rooftop, a wind flies by, nipping at the two people standing there.

Tommy glances at Wilbur, but the man still doesn't look at him. Eyes and ears on Tubbo and Tommy doesnt know what to think of it. He knows what Wil is waiting for but he wouldnt really blow up L'manburg, right? This is WIL we're talking about! This is the man who founded the damn place! This was his home! This was Tommy's home...

"... Let the festival begin!"

Wilbur ran off, needing no prodding, and Tommy almost ran after him but Tubbos voice raises above the wind and Tommy looks back. His breathing stops as his best friend is being pushed against the lectern. Tommy turns back to Wil expecting him by his side. Instead, he finds him climbing over the crest of the hill. Trying to find the stupid button and Tommy surprised himself by not feeling disappointed.

Maybe...

Maybe he already knew Wil wasnt the good guy anymore.

AND BAM! THATS WHERE IT STARTS

Cause u know how Tommy always was like "Wilbur wouldnt do that, hes too pogchamp! Mememe" Until like the END! So im thinking that we speed it up a bit >:D And by doing this the next series of events happen

Tommy keeps a closer eye on Wilbur, which is fantastic! Because imagine all those fluff/mostly angst convos we could haveee (Tommy sees one of Wils letters?!)

Tommy, being more focused on Wil, realizes way before that Wil isnt with them before the Wither battle. (Might hafta change around the timeline a bit because we cant not have Techno give his Thesus speech)

Now this is where it gets real

Because Tommy realizes where Wilbur must be, he goes out and finds Wilbur before Phil and tries to talk him down (✨angst✨) surprise surprise, it doesn't work. Cue Phil! Who, Tommy leaves to talk to Wil, and then goes out to warn his peeps about the bombs (maybe he hears the wither battle end and wants to go check)

BUT in order to get to them he takes a short cut over the hill. Right across the bomb field (thu he doesnt know it). He sees Tubbo and waves as he starts to run over.

"...it was never meant to be."

And the bombs go off.

There's a part where Wilbur looks over the crater and at the people on the other side. (Right after this he asks Phil to kill him.) Then he sees Tubbo stock still, follows his gaze, and then stills himself. On the edge of the crater is a body. White and red, a lot more red then there used to be. He falls to his knees.

Tommy never made it across.

SO Wil doesnt end up dying but Tommy does.

"That cant be Tommy! I couldnt have-! I wouldnt-! Why did he have to come back for me!" Wil cant breath, he cant breath. "Heh ha, so it wasnt Schlatt that killed you or Dream or even Eret. It was me. OF F@#KING COURSE IT WAS ME!"

His vison had gotten blurry and he laid his forehead on the ground, still on his knees, as his arms wrapped around his chest. Why was just breathing suddenly so hard?! His chest burned and his vision was blackening around the edges.

"its my fault."

This wasn't how it was supposed to go!

Tommy was supposed to live, mess around with Tubbo, Live in a world without Schlatt. Tommy living out his days in peace! Like how he always talked about. That was the way it was going to go, that was the right way.

But then, when did it ever go right for Wilbur Soot?

Unbidden his eyes found the his body again. At the same moment he could hear his own voice, or maybe it was the person who said it first (either way, it was the voice of a traitor)...

"It was never meant to be."

Wil then goes into one of those classic, im letting myself go and hygene doesnt matter, what is shaving? What is a sun? Oh, you mean that bright ball in the sky that i saw last week?

People try to talk him, Phil being one of the only to get thru, it is a slow process.

The only one that got him to go outside is ✨Quackity✨, Frenemies am i right?

So Wil finally goes out, takes a good long walk, has some self-care for once when. Oh wowie zowie! What is that in the distance!

Hopefully, it's not my dead brother who died a brutal death, because of me, and has now been reincarnated as a ghost who doesn't remember anything from Pogtopia making me realize even more so how bad a person i was to you and whose mere presence would probably send my only just rising mental state down the drain, sending my self-care with it because now I'll feel like i have to overwork myself for you so that i can fulfill my need to make up for everything i put you through even though ur just his ghost and i cant help you anymore because youre dead and i cant bring you back...

...

Anyway, that's exactly who he is.

And thats my au! I feel like this can go multiple ways like maybe we bring the revive book in?

“You sure bout this? No backing out once I start,” securing his comment with a snap of his glove.

“Stop trying to talk fuckin’ me out of it Ryu’, I already made up my mind and besides, I trust you.”

You lay on your stomach, body flattened across the dingy couch. It wasn’t no tattoo parlor but you were more than familiar with Ryuguji’s garage. It was almost comforting in a sense.

“It’s gonna hurt like a bitch” he caresses the flesh below your ass cheek.

“Babe,” you groan, “just fuckin’ start already.”

He sighs.

“Whatever you say.”

Then the subtle hum of his pen begins with a flick.

As soon as the sharp tip meets your skin, you can’t help but gasp.

“What is it?” He pulls the pen away, anxious concern evident in his voice, “Did I hurt you?”

“N-no…just surprised s’all,” you readjust your head on your arms.

“…feels good,” you mumble underneath your breath, feeling your arousal pool in-between your thighs. You think he doesn’t hear you but he does. Not to mention it was a late night in Ryuguji’s garage. Nobody was there so you didn’t feel the need to wear any bottoms or panties. Gave him the perfect view of your pretty little cunt. Not that he was complaining.