This Isn't a Revolution... This Is Doomsday. || Reader x Dream SMP

🧨Chapter Thirty-Nine🧨

Word Count: 1982

Death <3

Wilbur's P.O.V.

"Wil." A figure stood in front of me. "Wilbur Soot." Their voice was soft, but turned stern. They weren't too old, 16, probably. It was also a feminine voice, yet it cracked with every other word with an emotion that I'll probably never understand.

"Who are you." I stepped back.

"You know full well who I am." The figure tensed, furious, before looking down to her hand, confused. "How... Do I have all my memories?!"

"I don't know who you are!"

"Am I dead?!" The figure fell to the floor.

"Kid-" I lowered myself in front of her.

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"-do you blame yourself?" She suddenly asked, taking a grasp of my arm. Taking a closer look, since I was closer now, my eyes widened.

It was (Y/N).

"What?" I gasped.

"Well, I mean, it's quite common for people, in your situation... to feel a sense..." She paused, her grip on my arm tightening. "Of guilt."

"What situation?"

She pulled my arm so our faces were mere inches away.

"The bombing of L'Manburg."

We stared at each other for a while.

"I don't. I don't feel guilty-"

"Then what the fuck is wrong with you." She asked, calm but a tone of anger in her voice.

"(Y/-"

"You wrecked our homes." She pushed me away.

"That's because L'Manburg was corrupted!" I retorted.

"But that was our home! Don't you remember anything good that happened there?!"

"... Whatever." I stood up, turning away.

"And I died... I died to Tommy out of all people!" Her tone turned from anger to a sadder one.

"Tommy killed you?" I turned again to face her, suddenly amused. I squatted down in front of her again. "He... Killed you?"

"So what if he did?!"

"Why would he?"

"Because I- I helped Techno blow up L'Manburg... Again. I- I didn't remember that I helped build this country- I don't remember that- and- there are specks of you guys saying that I remember from the real.. world?" Her eyes were glued to her hands.

I tipped her face by the chin so she looked at me, a small smile spreading across my face. "You don't remember the real world?"

She jerked her head away from the tips of my fingers. "I've heard about it, but I don't know what it really is. What if Tommy just.. y'know? Made it up?"

"Oh sweetheart." I smiled, my tone dripped in honey. "You don't remember the real world?"

"..."

"Get up." I stood up, "we're gonna catch a train."

Tommy's P.O.V.

"Oh my gods she made me-"

"-I know you're mad, Tommy."

"She's dead."

"Tom-"

"This is fucked up-"

"In which-"