𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕓𝕦𝕣 ~ 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘

MCYT: !Villain! Wilbur Soot

Minecraft or Irl: Minecraft

Type: Angst

Pronouns: Any!

Notes: Y/N = Your name

Premise: You find Wilbur in the button room instead of Phil

Trigger warnings: Swearing, murder and sad pog

Y/N's POV

"What are you doing?" My heart was hammering in my chest as I stared at Wilbur, his fingertips poised, brushing over the button on the wall. On every surface were scribbled lyrics, carved into the stone with manic lines. There was a single chair in the centre of the room, the only thing untouched by conflict. Even the floor had a trail of blood issuing from the door as the man before me held his arm, an injury courtesy of Sapnap.

He turned to me slowly, face unreadable.

"Y/N...?" He sounded ill. His eyes were red raw, tears staining the face I once thought beautiful. Not anymore. Everyday he became more paranoid until his irises were colourless in their sockets, face deathly pale, cheeks sunken. I barely recognised him as Wilbur Soot, the man I gave my heart to.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I repeated. He didn't answer, closing his eyes in pain.

"You weren't supposed to be here." Was all he offered.

"Neither were you! We won, Wilbur! We should be out there, celebrating!" I cried. He removed his hand from the button, walking over slowly. He reached me, raising a gloved hand. He delicately ran his scarred fingers down a strand of my hair, gently tucking it behind my ear.

"How can you love a man like me?" He asked quietly, the pain wrought in his voice.

"I ask myself the same question..." I confessed. I'd tried over and over to break him from this spell, to get the Wilbur I knew back. Nothing had worked. He was too far gone.

"I've been here so many times." Wilbur turned away from me, walking to the button again. I couldn't move, frozen in the moment.

"Please, make the right choice." I begged, a tear falling down my cheek.

"That's the problem Y/N. You know I'm a stubborn motherfucker," He laughed ironically, "I can't just leave this here anymore. It's too tempting."

"There are so many lives out there. Good people who may die, don't do this." I begged.

"Look around at these words, Y/N. Read them. I heard there was a special place. There was a special place." He threw his arms out, gesturing wildly.

"It's still here! L'manberg isn't gone! We can build it back together, we can go back to how life used to be. Before the war, before the election, Schlatt... Just the two of us."

"The two of us can't face everything. You've stuck with me through thick and thin but I know deep down, though you'll try, you'll never forgive me for this. I thought once, that as long as we were side by side, nothing mattered. And while having you with me has got me through the hardest moments of my life... All good things must come to an end." He lowered his arms slowly, his trench coat hanging off his shoulder. Now it was my turn to walk over to him.

I looped my finger around his coat, pulling it back around him tightly. Our eyes locked together and then it dawned on me. He wasn't leaving until he'd done this.

The moment the thought struck me, my sword felt heavy on my side. Would I have to do this? Kill him to stop him? I couldn't even imagine myself doing such a thing, much less to someone I poured my heart and soul into. He was my world. And my world was crumbling. He saw the look in my eyes, able to read my thoughts, almost.

"I lost a piece of me in you," He quoted, barely a whisper.

"And you've lost all your parts." I finished, sadly. I let my lips find his cheek, skimming the skin softly.

"I'm sorry Y/N." I was too late.

"It was never meant to be." I closed my eyes.

Then came the sound of an explosion. And then came the screams. I opened my eyes again to see a gaping hole in the wall, looking out onto what was once L'manberg.

It was all gone.

A gaping crater and a memory was all I had left of the great nation. The nation I fought for. The nation I'd die for. I cried out silently as I watched Wilbur slide down the wall in a gasp of pain, hand raised in a salute.

"Wilbur... Why?" He only smiled his sad little smile, a trickle of blood issuing from the corner of his lips.

"My L'manberg... My unfinished symphony, forever unfinished." His voice was low, barely audible. He pulled himself up the wall, into a standing position. In the explosion, my sword had been clattered away from me, but the ex-president picked it up now, holding it in front of me.

"Wilbur?"

"Do it Y/N. Kill me." I felt the weight of the weapon in my hand. "It's the only solution to the final problem."

"I won't." I protested, hands shaking.

"They all want you to." He waved his hand to the citizens, gathered around the rubble in despair. In their eyes I saw light leave, replaced by lack. A lack of what I could not say. Everything seemed to lack. Nothing was there.

"I can't! You're- I love you!" I cried out, unable to complete his request.

"And I you." I can't really remember now, but I think that's what pushed me to do it. For months he had left my declarations unacknowledged, his paranoia corrupting him. Now he said it, I knew he was serious.

I kissed him as I did it. Pulling him close, hand tangling in his brown hair. I left my arm to manoeuvre on its own, the blade sliding through his chest without so much as a flinch. He began to fall, his grip on me so tight I was brought down too.

I threw the weapon away to the side, collapsing against the wall. Wilbur was in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around him as he cried, leaning back into my chest. I didn't care that my hands were bloodstained. I cried too.

"I'm sorry." I gasped.

"No, don't cry. This was the greatest mercy." His voice was fading, the odd pause as he gasped for breath.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..." I muttered, repeating it. I ran my hands through his hair as he was dying.

"I never imagined leaving you alone. I'm sorry you have to go on without me." He said wistfully.

"Then let me go with you..." I pleaded quietly.

"No. You need to live. You need to live for me. Promise me you'll live for me."

"I promise." I managed to choke out. We lapsed into silence. I held him closer and closer as his breathing got more and more shallow, as if my protection could stop the inevitable, shielding him from whatever creature would come to claim his soul.

"It's okay. You're so brave. I'm proud of you." That's what I think he said at the end. Then there was nothing. No dramatic last breath, no miracle, no nothing.

And then I was falling.

I was falling.

I was falling.

I was falling.