𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕣 ~ ℝ𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕩 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕋𝕨𝕠

[For a reason that is completely not to do with a new book idea, can I ask how many of you are fans of Camp Camp?]

MCYT: Revived!Wilbur Soot

SMP or AU: SMP

Type: Angst

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: Y/N=Your name

Premise: Part two of the last oneshot

Trigger warnings: Swearing, mentions of murder and short again because I have no plan/plot for this!

Wilbur's POV

"Wilbur." I took note of the hoarseness of their voice. It was a tone I knew that was used to mask emotions, from being around them long enough. I let a smirk drop onto my face, rising from my seated position.

"My dear Y/N, it has been a while, hasn't it?" I watched as eyes flicked up to the top of my forehead, no doubt staring at the streak of bright white that ran through my brunette locks. A token of the revival.

"You're back?" I could tell it was a question, even if their voice was incredibly flat.

"I see you still have excellent observation." I commented, examining the thin crust of dirt under my nails. I frowned slightly, vowing to wash them later.

"Where the fuck is Ghostbur?" I couldn't help it. I laughed.

"Oh him? That grey bastard has been served the justice he deserved. You won't be seeing him."

"You sick son of a bitch." They spoke lowly, eyes narrowed with fury. I sighed in over-exaggerated disappointment.

"Now now, where has my darling Y/N gone?" I stuck out my bottom lip in a sarcastic pout.

"They died with you. You murdered them." A little harsh, but I expected some form of resistance. I surveyed L'manberg. I'd really done a number on the place. I said L'manberg cynically, because all that was there was a giant gaping crater. It was magnificent.

"You were always more attractive when you act cold." I was pushing it, but that was the plan.

"Just go to hell, Wilbur." They muttered, turning away and beginning to walk off into the inky blackness. I'd have to try harder.

"Oh, but I only got back now!"

"Look just stop with all of... This. Things aren't going to go back to how they were. You fucked up the city. Just piss off." Y/N said with finality. I let them take a few steps, massaging my head for a few seconds. I walked slowly, trailing after them like a persistent shadow.

"A train station." I called. The person in front of me stopped, head tilted so that a single eye flashed at me darkly.

"What?" They whispered, voice almost lost in the wails of the wind.

"My own personal hell. It was a train station," I chuckled bitterly, "I waited for twelve fucking years on that platform. I could scream and shout at the walls, but even they couldn't love me!" I saw a flinch.

"Am I supposed to pity you?"

"I waited all those years," I paused, throwing in a fake sigh, "For you." It was a lie. Of course it was a lie. But for what lay ahead for me, I needed Y/N on my side, no matter what lengths it took. They paused, but continued walking. I could see them clenching and unclenching their fists, one of their tells of quelling anger. Even after all this time, still gullible and weak as ever.

"Things have changed, Wilbur. I stopped loving you a very long time ago. I'm not going to help you." I rolled my eyes. Maybe not so weak and gullible. I changed angles. Manipulation wouldn't work but threats would.

"I could do this all again, you know? Destroy it all. Starting with the SMP. Then Snowchester. Then Kinoko Kingdom. Hell, even the Syndicate! This place will be a fucking wasteland." They'd fully stopped now, turning to face me. I felt a tinge of intimidation at the look of rage radiating from my face. Y/N was right, things had changed. Their ability to make one slightly scared for once. I didn't let my mild terror show.

"You wouldn't dare." I barely heard them over the thunder.

"Do not tell me what I would and wouldn't do. You have no idea what I can do to this place." They were close to breaking, I could tell. From what I'd heard from Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo, Y/N had become quite the pacifist, adored by everyone. I could use that. Exploit it.

"What do you want from me?"

"Well that's the million dollar question isn't it, my love?" I grinned, spreading my arms wide in the pouring rain. The cold water felt so... Good.

"Answer the question, bitch." There was fear etched into their face now, woven with the anger into their eyes glaring daggers.

"Well it's quite simple. You help me with what I need doing, and maybe, if you don't piss me off, I let you live."

"Your kindness enthrals me." Such a backhanded compliment. They must have gotten it from me.

"Don't try and stop me and I'll maybe do so without any maiming too. A real package deal. Or..." I stopped for dramatic effect, "The whole place goes up. And this time your friends won't be so lucky."

"You're a bloody pyschopath!"

"Why thank you, I try." I smirked, taking a step towards them and leaning up against their ear, letting my lips almost brush the skin. They shuddered violently. "So, Y/N, what will it be? 'Welcome back Wilbur', or 'sayonara SMP'?"

"Like I have a choice." They spat stumbling back slightly. I tilted my head slowly, grabbing their shoulder in an iron grip. This had worked out nicely.

"Now where on Earth to begin?" I pondered fakely. It was a rhetorical question. I knew exactly what I wanted to do first. "I know! Let us pay homage to my saviour, who brought me back to life!"

"And who might that be?" From the tone of their voice, I suspected they already knew.

"Dream. My hero!" I shouted to the torrenting skies jubilantly.

"Your... Hero?" There was utter disgust in their words and face, a look of betrayal and anger I'd never seen before. I took a final look at Y/N, grin painting my face. A single bolt of lightning flashed through the sky to my left.

"And your's now too."

Yeah idk wtf that was sorry it was shit lol, have a great day!