"Am I the villain in this story?"
Y/N, who has recently woken up on the DreamSmp meets a guy named Wilbur Soot and it most definitely will change both of their lives forever.
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The mood was dim as we were on the way to prove Tommy our loyalty for the last time. Wilbur was cradling his lifeless body and even though it was almost pitch black outside the torches enlightened the night enough for me to see how hard this was for him, no, for all of us. We were at the beach where a boat with a bed made out of flowers, which were arranged to look like the Lmanburg flag. Wilbur carefully placed down Tommy's body on his forever bed and took a step back to give a speech. "Tonight, my friends, we lost a great friend and brother." It was obvious that this was hard on him. I thought about grabbing his hand to comfort him but decided against it in the end. He stepped forward and gave the boat the final push. "Now," he sighed, "we shall let him take on this last journey." The boat was floating away and soon it was getting smaller and smaller but before it disappeared completely Wilbur took an arrow, set it on fire and shot it towards Tommy's death bed, which erupted in flames. Soon it was only a small glowing point in the distance. With that we went back to our Lmanburg and tried to sleep when the memory was haunting us.
Later that very same night I was woken up by the sound of music playing. I lit up the candle from my nightstand, quickly let my eyes adjust to the sudden light and go grab my boots. As I'm almost out the door I snatch my jacket from it's hanger and take an axe, as it was the nearest weapon, too. Opening the door and trying to be as quiet as possible I follow the music. The night was still dark and silent besides the faint music.
The sound came from the walls so, of course, I climbed up the ladder only to notice Wilbur. He looked to be deep in thought and hadn't noticed me yet. There was a guitar on his lap and feather and paper in front of him. "Wilbur? Shouldn't you be asleep?" When I say that he jumps slightly and groans. "I mean," he grins, "I could ask you the same thing." He smiled and asked for me to come closer and I sat next to him. "My mind is still by Tommy and what happened." Wilbur gave a nod and looked at me. "Yeah, same honestly." The paper in front of him had 'My Lmanburg' written in ink on top of it. There was a half empty coffee cup resting on the edge, which kept it from being swept away by the wind. Messily scrabbled down were words, some being crossed out, and guitar chords.
"My Lmanburg?" I turned to him and noticed the soft smile on his lips. "I was, well, still am, working on some sort of anthem for Lmanburg. Making music always helps me calm down." "Can I hear what you've got so far?" While questioning I got a bit more comfortable and met his gaze, smiling. "Sure, but, uh, don't judge too hard yet, it's not finished."
Wilbur took a sip from his coffee and grabbed his guitar. He tuned a few strings and then began to sing.
"Well, I've heard there was a special place,
Where men could go and emancipate,
The brutality and the tyranny of their rulers.
Well, this place is real, we needn't fret,
With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret,
It's a very big and not blown-up L'Manberg
My L'Manberg
My L'Manberg
My L'Manberg
My L'Manberg"
Playing the final chord he ended and left me in complete fascination. He always had a nice voice, however, I never knew he could sing that well! Wilbur started to tell me about how he wanted to write the anthem for a long time and about how much he loves music. My smile grew bigger with every word because you could sense that he really loved talking about his passions. It was nice to see him happy. Sadly I could feel my eyes get heavier by the second. Shuffling a bit closer to him, my head fell onto his shoulder and I was falling asleep.
My sleep wasn't deep so I could still hear what was going on around me. I couldn't open my eyes though. The sudden warmth on my shoulder felt nice as Wilbur pulled me closer. The slow strokes of his thumb against my shoulder soothed me a bit and made me calm down even more. I could feel him lay his head on my shoulder and murmur the last words before my mind was finally clouded by sleep completely.
