Dream Smp OneShots. [Mainly Sleepy Bois Inc]

🎸 Goodbye Wilbur 🎸

[Yay, my first oneshot...ever. Btw, the dialogue and order might not be perfect to the original scenario. But it's a best as I can remember]
(Trigger warning, sadness, death, depression, insanity, explosions etc)

"What are you doing, Wilbur." Phil sternly demands. Wilbur is shaken by the sudden voice in his ears, and shakily replies, "Nothing Phil!- Nothing- Nothing, W-we just elected Tubbo president! W-We just elected Tubbo, a-and everybody's celebrating!." Phil frowns, doubtful of what Wilbur says. "Where are you then, Wilbur", Phil questions, but Wilbur can tell it's a question he has no choice about answering, he still tries to lie his way out of it though. "I-It's in L'manburg, it's in the- the area just outside of L'manburg- Y-You wouldn't know, I don't think you've been here!- It's geography n' stuff, y'know.. it's..geography-" Wilbur defensively replies, and Phil can tell there's something wrong.

Wilbur goes to defend himself more, but is cut of by a message in chat, the message he dreaded most.

Philza has joined the server.

Wilbur feels his blood run cold, and takes a shaky breath. What's even worse, is when he hears a familiar voice behind him, the voice of his father... Phil's voice.
"Mhm, It's in L'manburg, huh..?". Wilbur hunches over slightly, almost trying to protect himself, even if he knows Phil isn't really a threat.
After a small, awkward silence, Wilbur slowly turns around, standing up as straight as he can in the small room. "O-Okay, I will admit...Do you-Do you know what this button does..?" Wilbur quietly questions, scared of the answer he already knows.
"Mhm, I do," Phil replies in a calm but dominant voice. Wilbur's terrified by it. Taking a loud breath, he smooths his finger along one of the forcefully carved grooves in the wall. "A-And do you know the- the song that's w-written on the walls?-". Phil answer's the question by nodding.

Wilbur continues on, "I-I was just talking about how I-I made this big thing. A-and it was poignant, but i-it's not there anymore. E-Even with Tubbo, I-I don't think we'll ever get it back." Phil's confused by these words, as Wilbur himself had just stated, they'd just elected Tubbo president, did that not mean they had technically gotten L'manburg back. Phil decides to act on these words, and question Wilbur further. "But it is there, you- you just got it back, Will. Tubbo's president, and you got L'manburg ba-" Phil is cut off by Wilbur, practically seething with rage, "I'm always so close to pressing this button Phil! I have been here like- Seven or eight times I have been here Phil... seven or eight times...". Wilbur starts by yelling, slowly getting quieter until he mumbles the last words of his sentence. Phil's shaken by Wilbur's words, stunned that only now is he finding out how many time's Wilbur's been in the room he was now. "And you want to just...Blow it all up?" Phil questions. Wilbur nods in response, "I think I d- Yeah...Yeah, I do...". Wilbur can feel his voice cracking anxiously, but chooses to block it out. Phil wants to reach out and hug Wilbur, but stops himself. "You've just got it back though. You fought so hard to get it back and now that you do have it, you wanna' just...get rid of it."

Wilbur doesn't even hear Phil's words, just stares at the badly carved, oak button as his eyes become cold. His voice becomes cold as well, matching his eyes perfectly. "I-I don't even know if it works anymor- I could, I could press it." Phil chuckles nervously, trying to lighten the mood. "There is possibly a fuck ton of TNT connected to that button, do you really want to press it?" Wilbur looks away for a few seconds, biting his lip while thinking. When he turns back to Phil, he frowns "Phil, there was a saying, by a traitor...once part of L'manburg. I don't know if you know...Eret?" He pauses for a second for Phil's response, which comes in the form of a nod, and then continues "Well, he had a saying Phil... It was never meant to be..". Wilbur says the last bit while chuckling sadly, then let's his fingers push the button behind him.

Phil can't process it at first, he hears the click, and the sizzle of the explosives beneath them. But after that, everything becomes dull, and blurry. All he knows is he has to protect Wilbur. He throws himself in front of Wilbur, guarding him from the flying debris, and the slightly late explosions. Once the initial panic disappears, and Phil allows himself to comprehend what just happened, he looks up at Wilbur. He hadn't notice until now, that Wilbur was panting as if he just ran a marathon, smiling with crazed eyes, and running stressed hands through his hair. Phil also hadn't realised until now that he himself was crying. Big, salty tears running down his cheeks, mixing with the dirt and ash on his face. Wilbur looks down at him, his breathing finally calming, "MY L'MANBURG PHIL, MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY FOREVER UNFINISHED. IF I CAN'T HAVE IT, NO ONE CAN PHIL". Phil shakes his head, terrified of what his son had become.

It's even worse when he looks out upon the crater the explosion had created, seeing the other people who were in L'manburg at the time, run around with their swords drawn like headless chickens. L'manburg was gone, and so was his son. He can faintly hear Wilbur frantically saying his name, and zones back in to Wilbur shaking Phil by his shoulders, screaming at Phil to kill him. Phil wipes his now drying tears, and shakes his head. "I-I can't Wilbur, I can-" Wilbur cuts him of for another time today. "LOOK AT WHAT I'VE DONE PHIL, I BLEW UP L'MANBURG. THEY WANT YOU TO KILL ME PHIL. LOOK AT THEM!". Phil shakes his head again, refusing to hurt his son despite what he had done. "I CAN'T! YOU'RE MY SON, WILBUR! MY SON" Phil screams through his tears. But when Wilbur pushes a sword into his arms, he doesn't push it back. Wilbur smiles sadly at him, having already accepted his fate, Phil sobs when he sees the motion, nodding at his son.

Then, he opens his arms to give his son one last hug. When he wraps his arms around Wilbur, he can feel the cold metal against his hand, and feels the blood drip from his son's mouth, onto his shoulder. Phil lays Wilbur on the ground, though uncomfortable, he didn't want Wilbur to have to stand anymore.
Wilbur smiles at the notion, he opens his mouth to speak, but coughs instead, blood bubbling into his hand. Phil gives him time. Wilbur eventually looks up at Phil, and quietly mumbles "A-Are you pro-" half way through, he's thrown into another coughing fit, but when he recovers, continues. "Are you proud of me D-Dad..?" Phil sobs loudly at this, nodding his head furiously. "Yeah Wilbur..I am..". Wilbur nods and closes his eyes, his neck going limp and his head rolling to the side. Phil then lays Wilbur fully down, taking of his cape and laying it atop of Wilbur, pulling the hood over Wilbur's face, scarred by the image of his oldest child's pale face. Soon arrives a message in the chat for everybody to see.

WilburSoot was slain by Philza

Once he lays down Wilbur, Phil stands, gazing out at the crowd of people who had survived the explosion, or had gathered to try and patch up random things. He sees his youngest crying, and his middle stood to the side, his head bowed in mourning. After seeing the image, he wipes his tears and leaves the room, hoping to never have to return to it. Praying he'll never have to feel the heartbreak of loosing a child ever again.