Insanity (Wilbur Soot Fanfiction)

Prologue

There it went. My unfinished symphony. I should've never held that election. I should've never allowed Schlatt to enter in at the last minute. Technoblade is right, government is not the way.

It's almost funny. Everyone is screaming, and here I am, in the centre of the explosion with my father. I should be in immense pain, granted Phil did jump infront of me, I'm pretty sure his wings are permanently damaged, but I don't care. The burning sensation is quite enjoyable, or is it that I am enjoying others pain? Frankly, I don't know or care.

Come to think of it, others in pain has brought me considerable joy recently. Techno and Tommy fighting in the pit over Techno killing Tubbo was the most fun I had had for as long as I can remember.

One thing is for sure, I am no longer a man. Men have morals, men have a decent brain.

Men don't enjoy others pain.

And yet here I am.

I have fulfilled my purpose, I have destroyed the biggest mistake of my life. I have nowhere left to go, sure, I could keep bringing others pain for my own enjoyment, but I would be stopped.

Phil needs to kill me.

He clearly doesn't want to, oh how amusing, this is psychological torturing him, I'll miss this when I don't exist.

I take one last look over my L'Manburg to see Techno setting up his withers, this would be entertaining to watch.

I then see Tommy, the one person who causes me to have a shred of humanity left in me, not that I would ever let anyone know. I really hope he either sides with Techno and causes as much pain as possible, or he himself is the subject of much pain.

Serve him right for trying to get the old Wilbur out of me.

The old Wilbur is dead, he died on the day he had his citizenship of L'manburg revoked.

I look at Phil, I pass him the sword.

The deed is done, I only have a few seconds of consciousness left. I close my eyes and very quietly sing the L'manburg anthem.

It's all fading.

The last thing I see is the face of my father.