Tommy made his way over to the hotdog van and saw Wilbur sitting at a table near by
"Tommy! How you doing?"
Tommy sat down and looked Wilbur dead in the eyes
"Hey what's wrong?"
Tommy took a deep breathe before giving an answer
"Wilbur, we need to have a serious talk...."
"About?"
"About what Dream has done..."
Wilbur looked confused at Tommy, like he was crazy or something
"I'm just gonna say everything he's done... he's manipulated Tubbo into exile if me, he's made me feel like shit and that no ever cared for me, he blew up my shit for whatever reason, he destroyed everything valuable to me, almost made me commit suicide twice, he framed me for a crime, he almost killed Tubbo, he blew up L'Manburg, he revealed he was gonna take everything people love and blackmail them, he beat me to death to prove a point and revived me somehow..."
Tommy looked up to Wilbur and needless to say he was pissed
"He did all that.... whilst I was dead?...."
Tommy looked down and nodded. A few seconds later, he felt Wilbur's arms around him. He couldn't believe it, Wilbur was hugging him for the first time since he was a child
"You don't deserve this...."
Wilbur eventually let go and sat back down
"I'm so sorry Tommy, you've been through hell whilst I've been dead..."
"I've been getting therapy from Puffy, so I've almost moved on..."
Wilbur took off his beanie and put it on his knee
"Tommy that still doesn't make it alright... god to believe I praised Dream for reviving me..."
Tommy knew he was finally making a change in Wilbur
"Also, please spend time with Fundy, he's apparently been insecure and put himself on a diet, so please talk to him..."
"I promise, I will..."
Wilbur had a slight smile and knew Tommy was changing him. But he didn't know if it was for the better or not
"I've got to go, I need to plan something for tomorrow..."
"Alright, I'll be going to talk with Fundy now... thank you Tommy, for telling me what happened..."
They both got up shared one last hug and went their separate ways. When Wilbur was out of sight Tommy's chest started to hurt
He knew what was about to happen, so he rushed home as quickly as possible
He slammed through his doors closing them immediately, he fell to his knees and started to cough up more blood. This time, it was worse then ever
At some points he couldn't breathe for a minute. He hated how much pain he was in, it was so much that he was curled up on the floor
An hour of that later, he started to calm down. He knew it was over for him tomorrow, his last day on the server, his last day with his friends...
He practically crawled his way over to his bed and just laid there, waiting for the pain to go away...
