A Rich Pig with Issues, Lots of Issues

A Broken Set (Techno & Wilbur)

Word Count: 599

A/N: A shorter thing I wrote in the spur of a moment a while back lol, we love that brotherly angst :)

Wilbur and Techno are fraternal twins btw, not identical. They're both piglin hybrids: Wil took on more human traits and Techno more piglin.

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It was too much—it was all too much. Wilbur stood alone in an unfamiliar hall, leaning against the doorframe which led to the room he dreaded to go into. He didn't know what feelings would well up if he did enter, and frankly he was really scared to find out.

But even so, Wilbur forced his body to move, reaching out and grasping the door's handle. With a quick twist, he stepped inside of the low lit room, eyes immediately drawn to his brother's form. Worry thrummed in Wilbur's chest as he walked closer and took in the details of his unconscious twin's appearance.

Techno's body was tense, face screwed into a grimace. He was sweating from his high fever and had a damp cloth resting on his forehead, displacing stringy, pink bangs. Wilbur frowned and pulled a chair out, sitting down and taking one of his brother's hands in his own. It was clammy, but Wil didn't mind. He ran a finger over the back of Techno's hand and smiled to himself, looking at their clasped hands.

"Been a while since we've done this, huh? We never seemed to let each other go for long as kids... might as well have glued our hands together with how we acted." He let out a chuckle, bitter and low. "Ya know something, Tech? You're really a bastard. An absolute, fucking bastard." He felt his eyes begin to sting.

"I don't know why you always wanted to be so independent—why you wanted nothing to do with us. Why did you leave us behind, Techie?" His anger wavered for the slightest of moments, true feelings shining through. "All you do is leave people behind and hurt them. You hurt people! It's all you do! You goddamn selfish, sadistic, terrible pig! YOU TERRIBLE BROTHER!"

Wilbur was hysterical, screaming at his brother's unconscious body and holding Techno's hand so tight that his own hands shook. He didn't care, though. All he cared about was his brother. "I HATE YOU! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..." He dropped his head, leaning over and pressing their hands to his forehead as his body violently shivered.

"Why can't you see just how much we love you, how much we need you," he croaked, his voice breaking slightly. Wilbur went silent for a few moments, before whispering, "How much I need you."

Now, Wilbur was sobbing. He didn't even try to stop himself (not that he had the energy to). He just let everything out: all the pain, all the hatred, all the worry and grief. A burden was lifted from his shoulders as he let more and more broken sobs escape his throat; as he let more and more whispered lies of hatred come out from his thoughts and into reality.

He relaxed the hold on his twin's hand, finally calmed enough to stop his tears. Slowly, Wilbur sat up, looking longingly at the limp, scarred hand which rested in his own calloused ones.

Then, out of nowhere, the hand squeezed back. It was weak, but it was real. Wilbur's brown eyes widened in confusion as he immediately looked to Techno's face. Greeting him was the same sight is before, but now with the addition of a touch of muted red. Techno squinted, eyes barely open and head slightly tilted in Wilbur's direction. The brunette was at a complete loss for words, silence hanging in the room as the twins stayed staring at each other, hands tightly clasped.

It was Techno who broke it, his tense features softening.

"Wilby...?"

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A/N: I'll probs write a lil backstory thing to go along with this loosely with them as kids :D Writers block begone, make room for fluffy twin stuff smh.