jokes to make after failure that aren’t self-deprecating:
C-can we have another sneak peak of Death Befalls Us? 🥲 🙏
LMAO OF COURSE 😭😭😭 I'm really sorry that chapter 5 is taking me so long ;=3= College is kicking my bum with assignments and exams and it's honestly just a really long chapter (its already around 4k words and I'm almost half way done [T▽T] ) so I think another sneak peak is greatly in order!!!
As per usual SPOILERS FOR DEATH BEFALLS US ON AO3!!! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT GO READ IT NOW!!!!
TW: Blood, mentions of child death, greif
Please keep in mind that all of this is subject to change and this isn't the final product!
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Piggy continued to stubbornly march towards the jungle, staying silent at the redhead’s pleas for fear of the tremble in his voice showing as the unshed tears began to flow the further he grew from the other. But only when he had walked a good few metres into the dense foliage did he allow himself to release a choked sob. He didn’t want Jack to know how much he had hurt him, how weak he truly felt- because that wasn’t very befitting of his current role. He was supposed to be strong and stable for the people around him; he was a caregiver, a voice of reason, a leader.
God, the title made him sick. Not solely because of the fact that they were just a bunch of silly little boys on an island but because of the fact that the title wasn’t his to have. Piggy knew it was the only logical solution at the time and it was for the best- but it felt as though he had snatched the role right out of Ralph’s hands, leaving him a weak nobody that couldn’t even care for himself. The logical side of Piggy’s mind told him that he hadn’t taken anything from Ralph and that this was only temporary, but this did nothing to quell the immense guilt he felt.
After allowing himself a moment to cry and get it over with he wiped the tears from his eyes with balled up fists and cleared his throat before beginning his search for Ralph. Ralph… lord, just the sound of his name was making Piggy tear up again- but he had to remember the reason he was out here; not to mope about and cry, but to find Ralph and make sure he was okay. The bespeckled boy repeated that in his mind like a mantra as he dried his eyes once more and began to walk through the shadowy thicket, cupping his hands around his mouth as he swallowed down the lump in his throat and started to call out for the boy.
Piggy walked and walked until his legs were weak and he was breathless from all the yelling, but just then, by some sort of miracle, he caught a glimpse of those familiar golden locks which now seemed to be more knotted and straw-like, but even so he felt relief flood his body. He had found Ralph. He could finally take him back to the safety of his shelter where nothing could ever hurt them-
But as Piggy drew closer what befell his eyes drained the relief from his body. There was Ralph. Pacing back and forth as he always did. Blood splattered all down his front as he panted with laboured breaths.
The bespeckled boy froze in terror as his eyes landed the blood that painted the blonde’s jaundiced skin, assuming that it was Ralph’s, but the longer he looked the dryer the blood seemed in places- the older it looked. The less it seemed like Ralph’s blood.
The colour was siphoned from his face as he connected the dots; Ralph going missing, then Percival, the grizzly state he found the child in, the drying blood that drenched the blonde’s chest, his hands, his mouth- Piggy couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it; but the evidence was pacing mindlessly in front of him. And all he could do was stand there, frozen in a horrid cacophony of terror and disbelief, as he realized his boy’s killer was right before his eyes.
Piggy’s mind swirled with a variety of upsetting thoughts: what possessed Ralph to do such a thing? Did he even realise what he had done? The damage he had wreaked? The pain he had caused? And if he did, why was he out here? Why hadn’t he told anyone, or gotten help? Did he feel guilty for the life he had taken?- but then the bespeckled boy was pulled out of his spiral by a small, raspy voice.
“P-Piggy?...”
It was Ralph that had spoken, the blonde now looking over at him with those cloudy pupils, stopped in his pacing.
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