(⚠︎︎The song above just fits the entire story, past, present and future events; highly recommend listening to it this chapter if you wanna cry <3
Quick info: in this AU; when somebody dies just naturally not canonically, they just disappear and respawn like in usual gameplay at whatever spawn is closest. When they die canonically, their body lasts for an hour or so before it deteriorates, leaving ashes behind.⚠︎︎)
Knuckles white, teeth gritted, heart aching and eyes waterfalls; George desperately wished for a sign from the still life of his lover.
"He... can't be gone..." the brunette sobbed, staring into Wilbur's lifeless, staring eyes.
The destruction around him seemed like only a whisper, unbearably fixated on the death of Wilbur. George just felt everything crumbling down around him.
How would he continue to live with the love of his life perished?
Nothing would be the same... How would he move on?
He finally turned his gaze to something else as Phil's voice came into his senses, "Wilbur he-... he told me to tell you that he loves you. Those were... his lasts words, I'm afraid," the blonde exhaled a sigh, watching as George's eyes somehow produced even more tears.
He opened his wings, gesturing for the brunette. George couldn't deny the itching strive for comfort, shuffling over to allow himself to be embraced by Philza's soft wing, a hand tenderly placed on his shoulder. The Brit wrapped his arms around himself tightly, now unable to bare to look at his lover's lifeless body.
Tommy and Tubbo had rushed over, the last Wither close to being slain. Although not crying, Tommy stared at Wilbur's body in shock... a pain filling his heart. He'd admit that he was at least equally as upset as George visibly was. It explained so much. The reason Wilbur had always been so absent... was because he and George were together. He had been secretly spending quality time with his partner throughout it all.
They must've known it was against the rules... but how much of a risk were they taking? Anyone could've found out about it earlier if they weren't careful.
Looks like the cat was out of the bag now.
Tommy caught George's pained gaze, the brunette quickly breaking the eye contact; he knew what Tommy was processing. SapNap and Dream stood nearby, quietly speaking as they gazed upon their gut-wrenched friend.
"Can we just look at the big picture here, Dream? George and Wilbur- how long were they in a relationship? If we're being honest, George betrayed us and so did Wilbur with PogTopia. Like- dude, was he ever gonna bloody tell us?" the ravenette sternly stated, glancing at the emotional brunette nearby.
Dream simply stared at the Brit, processing. George had betrayed them and had a forbidden relationship with a member of the enemy. He'd broken a huge rule and kept it secret from all of them. Normally, that'd have severe consequences.
But this was George they were talking about. His and SapNap's best friend. Plus, it was painfully obvious how upset he was. Someone he'd been in love with was laying dead right in front of him. Dream exhaled a sigh, looking to SapNap. The ravenette stared back, taking the hint and understanding what the masked individual was thinking; glancing to George with a sympathetic yet still hardened gaze.
Phil looked to Dream before lowering his gaze again, putting his hand on Wilbur's shoulder.
"SapNap, go help with the Wither.." the blonde mumbled to the ravenette beside him.
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༆𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑦~ WɪʟʙᴜʀNᴏᴛFᴏᴜɴᴅ༆
Fanfiction!ON HOLD, ALSO BEING EDITED! ꧁Grief. It overwhelmed George at the death of his lover. Wilbur had always been the unstable type, but what about when he reached his limit? When he asked his own father to assist him in suicide of sorts after blowing up...
