The “If” Drabbles Part 1: The Tweedles 

This is my new fic series. It’s about the DDS (Dalton Death Speculation)

I hope you enjoy it. 

I cried the entire time I wrote this…

Rated- T for character death

Part 1: the Tweedles

Evan snapped awake, reaching towards the other side of the bed, hoping it was all a dream.

It wasn’t.

He knew it the moment he touched a spray bottle of holy water instead of his brother’s form. He sighs. He’s been done crying for a week now.

He closes his eyes. And is suddenly awakened by a noise. Evan groans, and sits up, ready to face Han or something  like that.

He faces Han, but it’s not exactly Han. This Han has antennae and fuzzy skin.

“Han?” Evan asks, for some reason, his appearance is perfectly normal.

“Yes, Dum?”

“Um, why am I here?”

“So I can see you.” Ethan says. That’s when Evan jumps up, hugging his brother and crying. Ethan has been absent in his dreams until now.

“Evan, we’re just like Fred and George now.

“Fred waits for George, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be on the other end to unlock the door, just follow the rabbit.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me neither.”

Evan snaps up, realizing its morning, and for the first time in a long time, he grabs a Nerf gun, puts on a smile, and slides down Windsor’s banister.

80 years to that day, Evan’s not Evan anymore. In fact, he’s barely there. He’s wasting away. He’s surrounded by the one’s he loves, and he follows the rabbit, as the monitor goes “Beep”

Ethan is there. Waiting, just like he said he would. 

  1. kingzeusie reblogged this from rudeandtotallyginger and added:
    Oh… Amazing. I’m just gonna go.. curl up in my… sock drawer or something..
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