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This was not how he wanted to spend his night. 

He was currently bound with rope too thick to cut through and blindfolded. He was lucky that he was a fox so he used his ears to his advantage. 

He had been sleeping when he awoke to the sound of the door opening. He assumed it was his father so he let it be, but the person (people?) opening the door didn't smell like his father. So he panicked and tried to fight back. But he let his emotions override his senses. And so, he lost. 

Which brings us to now. He can smell that he's in a filthy room. What's worse is that he smells iron. A LOT of it. But it smells stale. Which is worse. Hold on- is someone screaming? He focuses on it. Yep, that is definitely the cries of someone. He's screwed. 

Just as he begins to worry, he hears the door open. 

"We were lucky we caught that mutt..."

"Shapeshifter-"

"Eyes are valuable-" 

Those are only the glimpses of conversation he managed to hear. He quickly tried to get his breathing to a point where it sounded like he was sleeping and calm his racing heart. 

He felt a horrible pain in his stomach. He almost threw up. Someone had kicked him. 

"Wake up." The person said, almost sounding bored. He grunted in pain. 

The stranger took off the blindfold and he finally opened his eyes. He observed his surroundings and almost gasped. But he didn't, he couldn't let them see his weakness. 

There was indeed dried blood on the floor. The two guys were wearing masks so he couldn't identify them. Torture items on the wall, meaning that they have done this before. Fundy shuddered at the thought.

The furry then realized something. He quickly closed his eyes. Oh no... he now realized why he was here. They wanted his eyes. 

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Shapeshifters are rare, really rare. Like only one in a few million are born to hybrids. Most of the remaining ones are either captured, blind, or dead. Which means his mother and him are some of the last ones that are walking free and with eyes. 

But I bet you're wondering, 'Why do they want our eyes?'. Well then, I'll tell you. 

Think of shapeshifter eyes like ender eyes. We need them to teleport, but the difference with our eyes is that they can use them to shapeshift. It's not only appearance, they can also use the abilities of what or who they shapeshiftered into. 

And you know people, they get power hungry. Which led to the almost extinction of our species. 

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Protect Pups. 

That was the only thing running through his mind. He was going to get berries for his garden when he smelt the scent of a cub in distress. 

If he were a human, he would've ignored it, but he isn't a normal person is he? His fox instincts took over and so he ran. 

He wasn't an adult, but a late teen (close to 20's) so it would make sense so him to have those parent instincts. Wait. Is he going to become a parent? He doesn't know nor does he care, all he wants to do is get to the pups, his pups. 

He opened his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of amber. Sparkling as if he was still an innocent child with no pressure placed on his shoulders. His pupils turned into slits and eye color was almost a gold color as he was getting closer. 

He let out a reassuring howl in response, which may sound like a scream to most people, but the cub now had a calmed scent. This made him happy. He finally found the pup (pups?). They were in a thorned bush, with scraps and scratches all over the two older kits. One of them seemed to be hugging a small bundle. One sniff could tell that it was a baby fox. 

They seemed to want to move away from Fundy but didn't because of the thorns. He noticed that but tried to reassure them that he meant no harm. That didn't help so he shifted into a more fox form. That made them interested. He handed out his fresh picked berries for the two and that seemed to be the last straw because they tried to get out. He used his paws to take them out, not caring about the small cuts. They devoured the berries and made grabby hands. He handed them more. Soon his basket was half full and the cubs were full and fast asleep. He chuckled and shifted to his regular form and grabbed all three of them (being extra cautious with the baby) and walked back. 

Luckily, he had an extra room in his cabin so he placed them there. They were small enough to fit on the bed. He walked to his basement workshop, put on noise canceling headphones for the baby (he knows how sensitive a baby fox's ears are. He's heard most of the stories all  from him.), and got to work.

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In a few hours, just as the sun had rose, and Fundy had finally finished. He had a baby cradle for the young kit. The baby was fast asleep so he took the headphones off and put the baby inside. He then took an endereye and transported her to the same room her siblings were in. 

He told himself that he didn't, couldn't take in kids anymore. Especially after the Pet War and Yogurt. Damn Sapnap! At least he sent a prayer  to Grandma for the pets he killed. But he had the nerve to trash his son's grave! And to believe that he gave Sapnap's pets an honorable death. 

He couldn't let anyone find out about the pups, not even Quackity. He was one of his friends that never turned his back on him. But there was something unsettling about him, he could tell because of his scent. To be honest, he doesn't know why he helped in the Butcher Army. Sure, he hated Techno and Philza. But wouldn't that had made him the villain for killing? 

At first, he wanted to help, but Quackity's ideas became more creepy as time passed. So when he got an invite to help Las Nevadas, he said no. And his friend was okay about it, but he seemed distracted about something... But hey at least, the nightmares stopped. 

Oh, and Prime forbid that Wilbur finds out. He knows the man is unstable at the moment. He doesn't want to be part of that man's plans anymore. Which is why he left and joined the forest. He can't handle the drama anymore. Plus, it would be nice to finally join his instincts. Wilbur never let him do that. Said that it wasn't 'natural'. 

Fundy scoffed at the thought. You used to live with the Angel of Death and you say that! But the thought left as soon as it came when he heard the noises of an angry cub. 

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He rushed into the room, worried that something had happened when he came upon a sad scene.. 

The oldest was in front of the second youngest, (who was whimpering) while growling at him. Well this won't do. He thought as he left his scent out to calm them down. He smelled of fresh books, strawberries, and red poppies. He's been told by most hybrids that the smell keeps them calm so he hopes it'll work for the little ones. 

Turns out it did, as they immediately calm down. He walks to them and lets out a bunch of clicks and chirps to told them he's not their enemy. They slowly get off the bed and cuddle up to him, no doubt their instincts telling them too. Cuddling is a sign of love, so he's glad they trust him that much. 

He lets out a small yip at the thought as his tail begins to wag. He hadn't even realized what he's done until he hears snickers. The tips of his ears turn red as he blushes, then sighs as he picks them up. He wants to sleep so bad but he has to feed them. He places them on his shoulders as they cling on to his neck. He lets out a coo to keep them calm as he picks up the baby. 

He then walks to the kitchen to make them breakfast. He looks at the youngest kit and sniffs it to inspect. 4 weeks old, male, can't eat solid food yet, no diseases or medical problems. He sighed in relief, he may be a good medic but not good enough. He needs to study more just incase. He pushed that thought to the back of his head as he let them get off. They sat on the table, but not siting in their seats. He sat in his own, to show them how to do, which they followed perfectly. He let them hold their youngest one, which they responded to by cuddling them and purring. 

He smiled at the scene and then put his apron on. 

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A few hours later, he's done with making breakfast. At the smell of food, they rush into the kitchen. He takes their plates and heads to the table. He made something simple, fish and berries. He also added Yogurt as an afterthought. He smiles sadly. Yogurt's name came from the fact that he loved yogurt. 

As if sensing his sadness, the two pups rush up to him and hug his legs. He smiles, happier now, and pats their heads. 

They then dug in. He walked up to them, noticing how the oldest loved the blueberries the most. "I'll name you Blueberry, because of your admiration towards them." Blueberry seemed to yip at the name. 

"And I'll name you Lavender," Seeing the petals stuck stuck in her hair. "For your favorite flower. I'll have to make you a flower crown later." The furry said as she giggled. 

He mushed the fish and berries for the littlest. He doesn't want to have to throw up his food for him. (Remembering how he talked about Sally doing that for him and having to leave the room for that) 

He looked at his mother's picture and at him. He really does look like Sally.. He wagged his finger in front of the baby and he caught it. He awed at the sight and began feeding him small bits at a time. "And I'll name you River because you remind me of your grandma." River soon fell asleep. 

The Furry helped them wash their hands after the breakfast. I'll have to bath them but I think I deserve my sleep. He still had bad insomnia after the nightmares but the kits seemed to make him want to sleep. Maybe it's just the feeling of having kits to take care of your own. The furry grinned. 

He carried River to the cubs' room and was about to place him in the cradle, but thought about it. Does he really need a cradle? Sleeping with his siblings could create a great bond. He decided to not put him in the cradle and placed him in the bed. You know, I am kinda sleepy. And I'm too lazy to go to my room, so I think I'll sleep here. With my instincts buzzing, I'm sure they won't mind. He held River as he slowly drift into sleep.. 

Well he was about to, but he felt two other presences in the bed with him. He could tell it was the other kits. He relaxed and soon fell asleep with a smile on his face. 

(Sorry, can’t add the picture I added on Wattpad because I can’t find it and adding it on ao3 confuses me)

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But Fundy had forgotten something. He would've known what it was, had him not broken his communicator to avoid anyone finding him. 

The thing about Fundy is that he left without a trace, and no one ever found him. So people eventually gave up and assumed he was dead. Until now.. 

Fundy Has Unlocked A New Achievement: Start A Family! 

"WHAT!?" 

The End.

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Yogurt was... interesting. They appeared after the election. It was only until Wilbur came back as Ghostbur, did he appear more often. 

They would comfort me during bad days with Schlatt, or when I couldn't sleep because of the nightmares. I remember the first day he accidentally called me Papa. I smiled at the memory. So yeah, Yogurt's my kid. 

I was busy coddling over Yogurt, he had gotten injured while trying to get some berries. I had just finished patching him up, when Wilbur and Tommy came. I picked Yogurt up and was about to run back to our den when I felt a hand grip my shoulder. 

"Fundy! How are you?" I heard Wilbur as he looked at me. I saw a strange glint in his eyes as he looked down at Yogurt in my arms.  

"Whose kid is that? Is it yours?" He said, with his voice sounding monotone. His voice then turned into a happy one. "Oh, am I a grandfather now?" 

"That's none of your business." I took his hand off my shoulder and began to walk away but turned around angrily when I hear him say, "Oh come on, Fundy! Why are you letting your dear dad out of the news?"

"You're not my father." I snarled angrily. 

"Oh but I am, Fundy." My eyes widen at the monotone tone he used. 

Tommy hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder."H-hey Wilbur, you don't want to start a fight here. Quackity and all-" 

"Shut up." Wilbur looked at him with fierce, deranged eyes. It reminded Fundy of back in Pogtopia. Then Yogurt jumped out of his arms. 

"Yogurt, wait!" I reached out to him but he continued to run a bit faster. "It's okay, Papa! I'm going to just do something.. to Grandpa." I sweat dropped at the word Grandpa.

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The house was awake, the shadows and monsters

The hallways, they echoed and groaned

Fundy was nearly going crazy from the noises. He wanted to leave his bed but was afraid from what would happen. Maybe it's just the creaky floors. He thought. After all, I'm not in the nightmare anymo- He stopped. Am I in a dream right now? He paled at the unfamiliar feel his home was giving. 

"No! But this is still real, right?" Even he didn't know anymore. 

I sat alone, in bed till the morning

I'm crying, "They're coming for me"

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me

My mind's like a deadly disease

He had been having these dreams since the election. He thought they were fake until he saw that Schlatt won. He tried to ignore it, but the dreams kept on getting worse. Thank Prime for his fur, or else people would've figured out he stopped sleeping a long time ago. But then he made a mistake of falling asleep. 

"I'm bigger than my body

I'm colder than this home

I'm meaner than my demons

I'm bigger than these bones" He said, trying to encourage himself. He learned that positivity helped him get out of his dreams quicker. 

He could feel himself slipping. "YES!" He practically shouted as he saw a light. Then the door slammed open and the light dimmed away. He looked around in panic, only to see the black figure. He sat up, screaming when the figure's claw swiped at him. He covered his eye, feeling the warm blood drip down his face and leaving his world in a cloudy red. Shit! The figure grinned even bigger and held Fundy down. 

The figure put his claws around Fundy's neck, digging it in until blood leaked down his throat. He gurgled, choking on the rusty liquid. He spat it into its face, making it recoil a bit. He quickly overpowered it and ran for the stairs. 

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"

He then turned around, seeing the figure walk calmly. He slowed down a bit, confused. He then noticed everything that thing was touching was turning black and rotting. It was giving off a dark and sick feeling, making his legs wobble a bit. He was so focused on the corruption that he didn't realize that the figure was about to touch him. He finally snapped out of it and just barely escaped its hands. He ran faster then he ever did before, panicking when the figure begin to walk faster, almost going in a jog. Then it spoke. 

G̵̗̮̙̮̓o̵̹̝͈̱̐̓̍̃ḓ̵̢̭͈̦͙̗̞͙̈̓ ̸̖͗̕̚d̶͎̦̙̰̎̈́̈́͝ä̴̘́̾̅͐̂̈́̕ͅm̸̢̡̬̝̦̥̥̾̇n̵͉̅͊̄̕ ̷̨̧̖̹̫̳̞̳̘̣͆̾̃́͐͐r̸͖͇̤̹̟̺̫̻̔i̴̹̋͌́̓̓̈́͠͝g̷͖̃̊͜ͅh̶͇͕͔̩̹͍̑͌t̸͉͈̆͛,̵̺̜̺̙͕̱͘ ̶̢͎̼̰͔͕̐͘y̸͚͎͔͋̓͆́̓̅̐͑̅̕o̶̧̮̳̹̬̩̬̎̈́̃͆̇̑̒̚͝ų̶̹̗̯͉̠͇̱̹̿ ̵̢͈͍̻͉̽̈́̄̽̏̋s̸̡͇̹̠̊h̸̤̹͎̙̭̐̏͊̽̾̈́̐o̴͙͒̈́̔ǘ̵͉̖͜l̴̯̟̺͍͍̐̿̎͐̊͗͠d̶̛̗͎̭̅͒͌͑͘͠͠ͅ ̸̨̘̐̌̒̔b̶̢̤̦̯̰̥̤̦͉̀e̷̠͑̑͑̍͋͋͛̆̓̊ ̷̜̌͑̾̀̏̊̕s̴̥̼̜͌̊̊̿̓̽̌͋c̵̡̛̣̩̾̓̆̃̏͒̂̑̈͜â̸̤̪̟̈́̏̚͘ŗ̷̦̞͈̮̮̯̏͒͊̅̈̆͜͠ē̶͈͓̲͙̟̄̀̏̈́͂̊d̷̝͋ ̷̨̖̥̱̅̿̂̀͆̃̒͘o̷̡͍̹̳̝͂̋̾͠f̵̙̼̼̜̰̉͊͑̐̄̂̊̂͘̚ ̸̯̙͆̄̊̉ͅm̴̟̍̓̀̄̆̋ĕ̴͓̰̰̭͈͙͐̑̈͝

The sound nearly brought Fundy to his knees. It sounded terrifying and familiar at the same time. Like an siren revealing its real voice. He finally made it to the other bed and laid down on it. "Sleep. Sleep. Sleep." He repeated, desperately as he heard the footsteps getting faster. He felt the blanket get pulled off and screamed as he looked into the figure's glowing, terrifying eyes.

He woke up in his bed, panting and with blood pooling around him.

Who is in control?  It is.

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Wilbur sunk his fangs into Fundy's neck. 'Finally.' He thought. He had waiting to do this ever since he first saw his son's adorable face in the market. While he thought this, he noticed that the taste of blood was not entering his mouth, all he tasted was rot. A thick, disgusting taste of rot. 'What the hell?', Wilbur thought as he quickly spat the thing out. He coughed violently, trying to get it out of his system. 

 

It was black and absolutely smelled vile. He could taste it in his mouth and he was fighting the urge not to throw up. 'How strange.. I have not felt this way since I was human.'  By then, Fundy had woken up but his eyes were still closed. Which was also strange because he should be withering in pain by now.

 

"Fundy, my sweet little fox, explain this to me, hm?" Fundy had still not moved. "Fundy?" Then Wilbur had looked at his neck. 

 

The same strange black liquid he had almost swallowed was dripping down Fundy's neck. There were two black (which should have been red) pricks, courtesy of Wilbur. He watched in interest as black cracks started forming where the bite is. 

 

Fundy was suddenly away from him in an instant. "Hm, my little fox is just full of surprises." Wilbur smirked.

 

"Hello Mr. Soot!" Fundy smiled up at him, though something told him that was forced. "Hello Fundy." Wilbur said cooly. He had to remain calm. So he would gain his son's trust. "I'm not going to let you turn me into a vampire." Fundy got straight to the point. Wilbur lunged, feeling irritated that his son was being so stubborn. 

 

He held Fundy's wrist tightly in his grasp, feeling the bones grind against each other. He quickly put the venom in his neck. Fundy did not move. He had just continued to smile, not even showing an ounce of pain. In fact, he seemed to smile a bit wider.

 

"You know Mr. Soot, I don't really like you." Wilbur froze at the words. 'What? How is he not in pain?' He did all this work, waiting so patiently, killing that old hag, just for his venom to not turn him? That doesn't make sense. 'Is he even human?' Wilbur wondered to himself. 

 

Fundy laughed. He laughed loud, his laughter bouncing off the walls. He wiped a tear from his eye. "Honestly, Wilbur.. you can't possibly be that stupid." He grinned. "Did you really think it'd work?" 

 

Wilbur paused at Fundy using his name. Then focused on what he said. "What are you?" He asked, curious. "None of your business." Fundy said coldly. Wilbur glared at him. "What? I'm not going to act all buddy-buddy with you. I mean, you killed my only parent." 

 

"No." Wilbur said, monotone. "I'm your parent. That old bitch was just in the way. Now it's us." He smiled, one full of sharpened teeth. Fundy stopped moving. He just looked up at him for a while. Wilbur moved closer, not scared. His son was acting dumb. Once he fixed it, everything would be go back to normal. 

 

He reached out and tried to pet Fundy's hair. Keyword: tried. Fundy immediately reached out and snapped Wilbur's arm in half. He screamed, one full of agony and anger. And Fundy just held his arm, bending it back further and further. "YOU DISRESPECTFUL BRAT." Wilbur shouted, trying to get away from his son(?).

 

 

Fundy moved again, too fast for Wilbur to see. He knocked him down and placed his foot on his chest. Then added pressure. Wilbur coughed. 'This wasn't supposed to happen! Just what is this kid?' Fundy took him out of his own thoughts. 

 

"Let me let you something, Wilbur. I don't like you or your family-" Fundy was interrupted by Philza. 

 

"Wilbur, I thought you would be done with it already. Jeez, does the kid have a low pain tolerance or somethi.." Phil stared at Fundy. "Aw, looks like Mr. Minecraft came to join the party!" He grinned mockingly. 

 

"What have you done with my son." Philza said coldly, not smiling anymore. "I was just having a little talk with him. But you interrupted us." Philza moved quick, looking like a blur. Fundy get out of the way, just where Philza's clawed hand had been. 

 

"How did you-" "That's not important, Philza." Fundy quickly said. He went back to Wilbur and held him up by his neck. "Now listen closely. If you try to get into contact with me or who I care about, next time I won't be leaving without a corpse. Got it?" Fundy tightened his hold on Wilbur's neck, making him gurgle a bit. Philza clenched his teeth. 

 

"And if you try to kidnap anyone and turn them." Philza stared. "What? I'm not stupid. I've heard of you monsters since I was a child. I trained and trained in order to defend myself against you." 

 

"Then how can you be so fast? You're just a mortal!" Philza said, exasperated. "Silly.. silly Philza. I'm not a mortal. Well, at least my mother was. But I come from a long line of myths and legends. I have more powers then you could ever know." 

 

Fundy threw Wilbur onto Philza, him catching his son. "It's getting late and I have to go. But just know this, I am more powerful then you could know. So don't come across me again or you'll regret it. Toodles!" Fundy waved and disappeared. 

 

Philza stared at the spot where Fundy once stood from, then looked at his injured son. 'Oh boy, what did we just get yourselves into?' He sighed as he went to go get a healing potion. 

He had known Wilbur stalked the kid. But the question was, how did he manage to keep his powers a secret from them?

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I need requests so I can start writing more frequently so give me some. 

RULES: 

-no smut oneshots, I just feel really embarrassed when I try to write them 

-might not do any romance stuff because I don’t feel like it. could change my mind about it but not right now. 

-DO NOT request for any disgusting stuff (rape, SA, pedo, etc) I will never write that stuff and don’t plan to. 

I think that’s all but I’ll see later. Goodnight or have a great day guys! -💜

 

 

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Hi guys, it's been like two years since I've last posted an update and here's why:

I've well grown out of dsmp and now focus on other fandoms now. But I don't really write anymore, barely having the motivation to (and besides this story was ass anyway). I do have drafts, but I'm unsure if I will post them. I don't go on Wattpad anymore either, but due to these current events, I feel as though I should use my platform to say my piece.

I never really watched the content creators part, just a few clips. I only stuck to the dsmp fandom side. Hell, I never even watched the Minecraft streams. So finding out that Wilbur is an abuser is absolutely shocking. And I do not condone nor support him and his art in any way anymore. Same goes for Fundy (which is who this whole fic is about) since he's made racist comments.

And for those of you who want to try and separate the art from the artist, genuinely go fuck yourself. Wilbur's true colors have been there all along, most of us just never noticed. And I can sympathize since I, like many others were young when watching that content. But looking back on it now, there were definitely a bunch of red flags. (One example out of many: Fundy's vlog about him visiting Wilbur and there were walls in his house that he punched thru out of anger)

But besides from that, my heart goes out to all the people that were manipulated and hurt by Wilbur, especially Shelby, who was so brave to come out with her story. As a victim of abuse, I can empathize the most with her situation. Being too scared to come forward, afraid that no one would believe your side.

We stand by you, Shelby :)

But anyways, this is my last author's note then I'll be signing off from writing forever, maybe. Goodbye everyone, it's been a fun few years.