"I feel like I failed."
Wilbur hears the words from Techno, early morning, rising sun.
"What?" Wilbur croaks back, still waking up.
"Sorry," Techno said gruffly. "Was talking to myself."
It should've been a cue to end the conversation.
But Wilbur didn't understand cues.
"What does that word mean?"
"What?"
"What does that word mean?" Wilbur asks again to the darkness because Techno carries it with such heaviness. "'Fail'?"
Techno lets the silence go on for a bit before he says, "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes."
"Well," Techno cleared his throat. It was raspy. Had he been crying?
"It's when you don't do something you should've."
"Oh."
---
It is more blinding white than usual when Wilbur enters the cafeteria for breakfast.
Maybe it is because it contrasts so much with the bleeding, wounded boy being shocked like a floundering fish on the floor.
He is not bleeding golden ichor, he can see it himself because that blood is red and dripping and warm and not fucking beautiful.
Tommy cries out, a shattering sound.
It's the only thing you can hear in the quiet, cold cafeteria.
No one says a thing.
No one says a fucking thing.
It hurts Wilbur's ears.
Do you hear it, universe? He asks, he pleads maybe.
Will you help him?
But nothing does.
Tommy's cries could shake trees to their roots.
Too bad they were too far away to hear him.
And Wilbur wondered.
And Wilbur wondered.
People called him a monster.
People called him heartless.
Then why
did this child's cries
fucking
tear
his heart
to pieces.
Tommy's voice gives out as the little box is pulled away.
But he's still standing.
He's still standing.
He will not fall.
He promises.
And his eyes ask, to the world, unsure, confused, to a world that won't listen.
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
"What are you!" The guard barks.
And Tommy's voice is small, lonely, broken, but he knows what he has to say.
Wilbur's heart speaks his part with him, as though it is comfort, phrases imprinted in their minds, maybe to hold on, maybe to comfort.
YOU ARE READING
𝖈𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 - a dream smp au
Fanfiction"𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊." Wilbur Soot is a villain, and Tommy Innit is a hero. In a world where villains and heroes work for the government, there is no right or wrong. And there certainly is no loyalty and no friends...
