In which we let cuts dig even deeper.
Or, the kids are the ones doing all the fighting.
"Why are there buttons everywhere?"
Wilbur sounded almost glad, but Tommy was scared.
He wouldn't show it, though.
He shouldn't show it, though.
His ear still rang.
"What the fuck happened here?"
Quackity stared with a fix of rage and fright at the small buttons around him.
Wilbur's hand floated towards a wooden button in almost a trance.
"Wilbur, don't."
Tommy's voice was small and afraid.
He cleared his throat.
And he tried again.
"Wilbur, don't. We don't know if Schlatt had TNT planted here."
"Well, why don't we find out?"
"NO!"
Wilbur's voice was a whisper, yet he said it with a grin.
Tommy didn't know how he could say something like that with a grin.
His hand floated near another button.
"Stop it! Stop it, man!" Tommy grabbed his hand. "What the hell are you doing? This is our new home, Will! We built this place."
Wilbur's hand shook against his.
"Why do you want to blow it up?"
Wilbur looked him straight in the eye.
"Let's be honest, I don't have a home, Tommy."
He pried his hand away.
"We're going back there. I have a couple of stacks of TNT from Dream. It's not the end of the world."
Quackity jutted in. "Wilbur, the meeting didn't go to plan. But there are still ways we can fix it. Listen to me-"
Wilbur turned away, but Quackity grabbed his arms.
"Wilbur! It's not fucking time yet, ok? It's not fucking time."
"IT'S NEVER FUCKING TIME!"
"Wilbur?"
Wilbur turned his head towards the pathway.
2 bright black eyes and a foxtail.
Tommy's eyes widened.
"Oh, look who it is. It's my traitor son!"
Wilbur laughed till he coughed.
"IT'S MY TRAITOR SON!"
Tommy drew his bow.
"On the path, you fucking fox face. Stay the hell away."
Fundy stepped gingerly onto the pile of wooden planks, not expecting the less than enthusiastic welcome. He still stood with his head up high.
"What the FUCK are you doing here?"
Fundy cleared his throat, adjusting his cap.
"I say it's a fine evening, don't you?"
Tommy's eyes narrowed, but Fundy kept his head held high.
"A fine evening for some good old double-crossing."
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𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic
Fanfic"𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗, 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖊?" Tommy never thought everything would go so wrong. Wilbur never thought he would be banished by the nation he had created, betrayed by his son. And Tubbo never thought he would have to betray...
