#will oc

Will felt warm blood run down, dropping into his eyes.

He couldn't breathe, his ribs ached as he coughed into the ground. He turned onto his stomach, only to be kicked right back onto his back.

A boot slammed into his chest, pinning him there. He weakly grasped their ankle, gasping.

"Are you going to talk now?"

Even from behind their mask you can tell they're glad to see you!

“I don’t want to let go” ”I don’t want to say goodbye” “I’ll never let go”

Original(s) below the cut

I stayed up all night sketching out the design for who is basically the main antagonist for my limbo ocverse finally xD

They don’t have a concrete name yet, but they’re basically just “painfully lawful good killjoy bureaucrat angel” and they have eternal bags under their eyes

They’re probably almost a couple hundred years old, but that basically just means they’re an annoying upstart who worked their way into a position of power way faster than expected

They’re the one who has to wrangle and keep together all the “loose end” souls (Will, Rosie, etc), and is attempting to track down the lost souls, because the afterlife doesn’t just lose souls

And aside from just doing their job, they really want to track down Neil, Flynn, and Vivian for... personal reasons

Droplets of sweat were shining on his forehead, lit by a golden glow from a fickering lantern swaying above him. 

Will lied on his back, his fingers curled into fists. His shirt was soaked in his own sweat, and his pink hair stuck to his face and the back of his neck. 

The bowl of water he had been given was dry now. He had even licked it- God he was so thirsty. His tongue ran over his chapped lips, so chapped they were bleeding. He tasted the metallic liquid and he wished it was water. 

One bowl a day. Only one.. And whatever food he ate he threw it up.. His eyes flit to the metal bucket in the corner. It reeked. 

The poison was killing him. The cramps had started yesterday and hadn’t stopped. It felt as if someone was smacking his stomach with a bat, then stabbing it afterwards. 

Is that what periods felt like?

His eyelids fluttered shut, and he made a mental note to always treat them one hundred times nicer.

If he lived long enough to see them again.

Will didn't even have the strength to move. His fingers twitched, but that was it. He tried not to think about home, about the camp and family. That made things worse. It hurt his heart, more so than the poison hurt him. That he was here and they were there, together at home.

He tried not to think about anything, but his brain refused.

His head turned as he saw the door open, and his heart sank. Talyn came running in through the door, Iris beside her.

Another hallucination. Last time it had been Clint.. swooping in and smiling at him. But it wasn't real. He wasn't being saved. He was dying, alone. Slowly.

But then he felt.

Not pain, not a stinging pang in his head or his chest. He felt soft fingers push back his hair and then arms lift him up off the ground.

His eyes tried to focus. This was real. He opened his mouth to speak but only felt warm, metallic liquid run down his lips.

His arms were around someone's neck loosely, and he rested his chin on their shoulder. Purple hair fluttered in front of his face. Iris. It was Iris. Iris and Talyn, here to save him.

He closed his eyes, as they had overflowed with hot tears. He truly hoped this was real, this wasn't a trick Victor was playing again.

His stomach hurt, but his heart was overflowing with relief. He wanted to shout, to cry out in joy but he could only mumble the word "home" feebly, with Iris shushing him quietly.

His eyes opened and he looked through the slits of his eyelids. He could barely see the black walls decorated with blood red items and designs. He could see Talyn in front of him, her dark blue cloak billowing behind he tin her wake. He knew it was her because of her hair, the brightest thing there.

He was being jostled, as their place increased. He looked down at Talyns feet as she pressed on a square, jutting out from the ground.

His eyes widened and he tried to tell her that it was a trap, but only a strangled, small fry came from his throat. Iris paused and looked at him sideways, Talyn looking back at him. She looked confused.

Will's eyes set behind Talyn, and he felt fear overwhelm the relief and ice take over the warm feel he had gotten.

Victor stood in front of them, walking up the hall as if he had appeared in thin air. He spun his glowing red sword, smiling as his guards followed behind him. Will could hear guards behind him and Iris too.