Whumptober Day 9

Prompts: Presumed Death | Blind Rage | Tears

Characters: MrBeast, Quackity

Possible Triggers: Faked death, vivid discussion of suicide

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Capital Q had become one of North Carolina's most respected law firms. His life had been so chaotic for so many years but finally, now owning his own law firm, he felt like he could finally settle down. After MrBeast's suicide, his job with the company was gone but more importantly, he had lost such a dear friend. It took him so long to heal. Years of working with a detective to write a book about his friend's complicated history, getting his degree, and working with a therapist finally led him to a point where he felt ok. Chris moved to Virginia with his wife and kid while Chandler returned to Britain to work on future endeavors with Vikkstar. Hell, even Karl moved in with Dream and Sapnap in Florida. However, Alex chose to stay. He felt it his responsibility to still be a safe presence in Jimmy's hometown. The last remaining person in Greenville who truly understood Jimmy's story. After all these years, he felt as if Jimmy Donaldson finally rested in peace...

SO THEN WHY THE FUCK WAS HE IN HIS OFFICE!

A long blue and pink trenchcoat enveloped a boney, almost ghostly frame while scars of every kind littered the exposed skin. While one of his hands was burnt and scarred, the other was completely robotic. His beard was long grown, facial hair helping to conceal his worn face while the hair atop his head was untamed, dyed a deep black. Though the roots still hinted at their pale brown origins. Alex 'Quackity' Quade didn't feel like he was looking at Jimmy, but someone utterly new. But that spark in his eyes full of confidence in his goals, his desire to conquer and to love and to create still very much present was what gave it away. His Jimmy wasn't quite dead.

No words dared leave his lips. What was he even supposed to say? Jimmy just wouldn't let go of his gaze making the shorter man feel trapped. Jimmy Donaldson was supposed to be dead. All of his research said so! How did he slip under the radar so easily? The tears of 5 years of agony and despair just wouldn't stop dripping from his eyelids as tremors sent Alex down to the ground in an ugly mess of sobbing. Yet through it all, Jimmy didn't say a word, expression hardly wavering.

"JIMMY DONALDSON I DEMAND YOU SPEAK! PLEASE, I JUST WANNA KNOW IF YOU'RE REAL!" The Beast went down on his knee, gently raising his head up with his real hand. He seemed to deeply examine every pore of his skin. Perhaps he didn't even believe he himself was real?

"My dear the past 5 years, you've become more of a symbol than you have a person. Alex, you are the symbol of safety, and the fact I can finally have you again is proof you will never be hurt."

"But... you are dead. I saw the remains of your body be cremated. I saw your shoes by the river and I saw the rock at the end of it, rope tied around it..."

"And you saw my arm. The arm I disembodied myself. It truly was the perfect suicide was it not?" Alex felt a shiver go up to his spine as he let his fingers trace the metal prosthetic arm.

"...Why... I thought you were getting better. What made you need to die... And what made you feel the fucking need to come back?"

"D-Company... Bhushan told me Chhota's men were going to kill all of you so he helped me fake my own suicide. He got me this prosthetic arm and the two of us spent the last five years hunting down all of them. The entire Indian mafia is dead thanks to me and the late T-Series CEO. And then I did him the justice of peaceful sleep. And now... I win. I win not the prize of life but the prize of your life. Your life Alex is truly the gift I'll cherish the most." Body weak from violently crying, Alex fell into Jimmy's arms.

"Jimmy for the past five years I've been trying to tell myself that it wasn't my fault you killed yourself. It's been so hard to not feel guilty... But it really just fucking wounds me to find out that mindset my therapist and my friends and my family was feeding me was a goddamn lie." Jimmy didn't answer, only pulling him closer and rubbing circles into his back. "Why can't both of us be dead... WHY MUST THIS SHELL OF YOU TAUNT ME WITH THIS TRUTH!"

"...Alex this world's gods are cruel. They won't let either of us die. Isn't that the worst truth of them all?" Alex couldn't help but agree.

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