One shots and headcannons (discontinued)

🏳️🏴Never Meant To be

Look, I know Eret is okay with using any-and-all pronouns. But for the sake of clarity, we use They/them for the story.

Trigger warning this chapter contains: death, mentions of death, blood, mentions of blood, self-hatred and murder.

Wilburs POV

I stare in anger at my former friend as they salute the Dream team. Why... Why did- why did you do this? I laid there griping my stab wound. Why did you betray us- why did you hurt us- why did you... join them? You bloody mother fucker. We- I trusted you- I was pulled out of my thoughts as the others helped me back on my feet.

Getting back to the drug van, I continue to think of a reason- a reason why Eret betrayed us like that. There was one. He knew- he knew we were gonna lose so he sided with them for his personal gain. Hell, I bet he never even cared about our nation! The more I thought of it the more my eyes begun to well. "Why?" I could only mutter the single-phase because of how painful it felt knowing that someone I trusted, had betrayed us.

»»»»November 16»»»»

Carefully and quietly I inch my way to the button its calls were so loud and the chaos outside was too much. When I reached the button I ran a finger on it teasingly. I'm sorry. "It will all be over." I suddenly heard a flutter of wings and turned around. I saw Philza leaning against the doorway. "Mate, what are you doing?" I smiled.

Philzas POV

"Do you know how much TNT is possibly connected to that button?" I concerningly walked beside him. "Phil I don't even know if it works..." His smile was worn and mad. " are you really willing to take that risk?" I jokingly chuckled. "There was a saying Phil, by a traitor..." As I go to pat his back he pushed the button. "It was never meant to be." As the button clicked the sound of explosions- less of fireworks but more of TNT was all that filled our ears. "Ohh my God- Ohh my God you didn't. Wil, it- it's all gone!" I look down the small gap that was created having an overview of the festival. "MY L'MANBURG PHIL! MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED! IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS NO ONE CAN PHIL!" I look down in terror as the events continue to racing past us. "Oh, my God." I hadn't noticed Wilbur getting a sword. I look back to him and he forcefully gives me the sword. "K-KILL ME PHIL, JUST KILL ME! STAB ME WITH THE SWORD, MURDER ME NOW! KILL ME KILLZA-KILLZA DO IT MURDER ME! Look they ALL want you to. Do it, Phil- kill me." I look at him teary-eyed. " B- YOU'RE MY SON!" He continues to plead. "No matter what you've done I- I just can't kill you." He points over to the others, still fighting. "PHIL- LOOK, LOOK HOW MUCH WORK WENT INTO THIS AND IT GONE! Do it! Do it." He walks up to me, in pity I hug him stabbing him at the same time. My knees give in and I fall to the ground, hearing his last words. "I'm sorry Phil." I hugged him tighter wrapping my wing around him. "Arghhhhhhh. Fuck! You couldn't just let- you couldn't just win..." Holding his dead corpse I cry as the others awed at the sight. 'Why?' I mumble to myself as I contemplate.

Erets POV

I stood there unable to pry my gaze away from the horrific sight. Soon Techno spawned withers and we all had to fight them.

»»»»November 17»»»»

After all the fighting I went to Wilburs grave. "I'm sorry, I know what I did wrong. But- I wish I could apologise to you in person." I placed the dandelions, cornflowers and poppies on top and in the vase. "I know I was selfish but if you could answer... Would you forgive me?"

(Quick note: I just wanted to add a small sad part of that so... we're starting off mild)

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