𝖈𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 - a dream smp au

chapter 9 - bleed on me, bleed on me, i don't mind

Wilbur had finally come to terms with Tommy hating him, but now he stood in front of his doorway, bleeding all over his gray carpet.

His eyelids drooped as he clung to the door frame like it was the last thing on Earth, a gun clutched in his hand.

Wilbur saw the blood spread, a darker shade of red than Tommy's shirt.

He didn't know why, but panic set into his chest like hot oil.

Tommy looked so small.

Wilbur took his small arms and set them down in his bathtub.

Tommy laid there, his head lolled to the side. Blood dripped down his shirt and made small droplets on the yellowed tub. Wilbur placed the gun as far away as he could, trying not to look at it as the thought of shooting something shot through his mind. 

Wilbur realized with a start that he didn't know what to do.

He grabbed a towel and tried to stop the red from flowing out of Tommy's body.

Wilbur imagined heroes as rosy-cheeked, bright eyes and full lips, eyes full of color, haloes above their heads.

But Tommy was pale, his lips blue, so small and little in the bathtub, his eyes fluttering in and out until they shut tightly and didn't open.

"Tommy." Wilbur finally says. "Tommy, don't close your eyes."

"Why?" Tommy asked, his voice soft and barely there, but still managed to have that hint of rudeness.

Because you're scaring me, and I don't want you to end up like those people I've put a bullet through.

"You- you just have to." Wilbur breathes out, and Tommy's eyes open, squinting. They were washed out and striking.

"... am I going to die, Wilbur?" Tommy murmured as Wilbur looked down at the towel he had pressed against his shoulder. A giant red splotch spread across it.

Wilbur didn't reply, because he honestly didn't know.

Tommy closed his eyes again.

"Hey." Wilbur shook his shoulder and they fluttered open. "Hey. Stay awake."

"Whyyyyyy?" Tommy whined softly, but Wilbur could see that he was scared too.

"I don't want you to die, ok?" Wilbur says desperately back, surprised with himself.

And the voice says:

You have killed so many. Why not this one too, villain?

I don't care, Wilbur says back for the first time. He's not dying.

"Why not, though?" Tommy tries to joke weakly back. "I even want me to die."

"Shut up," Wilbur says, fear growing by the second. The room smells metallic. "I'm not letting you die."

The door swings open and Wilbur whips around.

"What in the ever-loving-" Techno says, mouth agape.

"Could you help, instead of just standing there?" Wilbur growled, more bitterly than he meant to because why the hell did you never talk to me after that night, but what matters right now is that Tommy is going to die and he can't do anything about it.

Techno rushes over, kneeling next to the tub. He pulls up Tommy's sleeve, but Tommy weakly pulls away.

"... who're you?" Tommy mumbles.

"He's Techno. He's gonna help." Wilbur says, not quite believing it. Techno takes something out of his pocket and rips it open with his teeth. It's a small white square.