él - Technoblade.

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 66 - ℜ𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤

ᴡɪʟʙᴜʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.

The last time I seen Techno was a few days ago, and since then we hadn't contacted each other. I thought about Tommy's letter a lot, most importantly how Wilbur wanted to meet me and talk. I was sceptical at first but I knew Wilbur was no threat, at least not yet. The only thing I didn't like was Wilbur coming to my house, even Tommy and Tubbo don't know where this place was so I don't think I would appreciate Wilbur coming here.

But I had no other option.

I had a hard time walking these past few days due to the visit from Techno. None of the scratches or bruises had calmed down, my skin seemed permanently bruised. My option was to send Kingsley out to get Wilbur. I wrote on a quick piece of paper.

ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʙᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴏᴛ, ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ!

I attached the paper to Kingsley's collar and then made him sniff Wilbur's old guitar. I had took it when he was revived, he seemed to walk straight past it. After King had set out, I had sat in my sitting room and waited patiently. I was nervous, I didn't know what to expect.

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After a solid 2 hours, I finally heard barks far outside. I opened the door and looked out, Kingsley was walking in front of a tall person who was very obviously Wilbur. I watched them till they reached the door and I gave some treats to Kingsley. I looked at Wilbur who was looking at me with a small smile. He had purple bags under his eyes, and his hair was frizzy from some light rain.

"I like this place. It's cosy. Much different to Phil's place."

"I know. Snow and flowers are two very different things." I replied with a smile, a sarcastic one.

"The fountain is especially nice, who built this?" Wilbur asked as he walked up to the fountain and placed his hands under the running water.

"I built it with a friend, he's called Foolish. I doubt you've met him." I said and Wilbur nodded before turning back towards me and I let him inside. I didn't make any effort today, my hair was still messy from sleep, and I was wearing a long cardy over my shirt and pants.

Kingsley went upstairs to sleep I assume, and Zyon was running in the field trying to catch butterflies. I smiled at the sight out of the window, and led Wilbur to my couch. He sat down after looking around, finally looking back at me when I sat down opposite him. He didn't look any different from his revival day, the same tattered clothes. The white still very prominent and it seemed like he liked it.

"You haven't changed."

I looked at him, and he was looking at me. Seemingly trying to get under my skin or something and I wriggled under his continuous glare. I didn't feel uncomfortable but I did feel judged. Out of everyone who lived in the SMP, the person who was judging me was Wilbur? That was an insult in itself.

"You have."

He nodded and finally tore his gaze away from me. He looked down at himself and then picked up the end of his long tattered brown coat. He chuckled and then threw the fabric off him so it revealed his black pants and the small little rips which made his skin peak out. On his arm still sat the blood bandage, and it seemed to never have been touched.

"I know, grew older in limbo. After all it was 13 years for me." Silence, "Well, you know why I came. I came to apologise."

"Oh, so it's only now you do it. After almost 2 years. I can't believe this!" I said angrily as I stood up and walked to the kitchen so I could have some space. Wilbur's footsteps sounded behind me.

"Look Thora Please! I want to apologise, please let me!"

"No! You know what Wilbur, I have been waiting for an apology from you for ages. Coming back from death should not be the time you realise you need to apologise!"