Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

10K SPECIAL! The election (Wilbur and Tommy+Techno)

A/n What's this?! Tag writing a oneshot set in a minecraft world? Yes, ladies, gentlemen and awesome people all around, this is set in the dream smp canon. To celebrate 10k reads, I decided to give you something I have been anxious to do, but is special to me. Hope everyone enjoys! Let me know what you think, and if you want to see any other oneshots in lore situations.

TW- this is very angsty, death, suicidal thoughts, self harm (in hair pulling) and many other things going on here, if you think anything might affect you please don't read it, I want everyone to stay safe

Wilbur's POV:

The plan was simple. Have a 'democratic' election to prove to everyone that Tommy and I were the rightful president and Vice President of l'manburg. Simple (and a little clever) right? Well clearly not clever enough. You see I didn't expect others to join the running for the election, but I didn't worry too much when they did. I would want to vote for me and Tommy, so why would anyone else not? Like, we are obviously the best choice.

We did loads of talking to people (which often annoyed me to no end, but luckily Tommy was a big speaker) to make sure they knew to vote for us. We had Vikstar and Jschlatt as our endeavours, and everything was looking up for us. Sure, schlatt decided to become a party, and there were some problems with Quackity and his party. But hey, I was still in charge at that point and the plans in my head were still going well.

But the nerves got the best of me when I announced the election results. And I promised I tried to keep it together but my brain is my brain and it doesn't change how it works. I couldn't quite believe we had won but weren't going to be in charge. It went against everything I had worked out in my head. But 49% of the votes were schlatt and quackity's and I couldn't change that. No one could.

Yes I was upset, seeing my routine crumble before my eyes. My home, becoming a place that I didn't even own. But I would stick it out, just learn to listen to everyone else and try to be president next time. There would surely be a next time, and I would have the people's respect next time. Because I would have lived just like them and got so much closer to them. Slowly I was forming new plans in my head, just poor attempts at staying sane.

Then Tommy and I were kicked out of l'manburg. We were just thrown out. We were abandoned by our friends, by my son! We were nearly both killed. I was. I was killed. And as the arrow split through me and I was left struggling on, I watched Tommy run on into in the distance. Into safety, away from danger. Following my instructions.

Flashback:

"If I was in trouble Tommy, if I was injured, would you leave me?"

"Never!"

"Wrong answer."

"What?" His answer became small and his eyes nearly showed his tears falling down his face.

"I said wrong answer. If I'm going to die, but you are not. You are to leave me."

"But you always said to be loyal Wilbur."

"Exception to the rule. If I'm going to die and you aren't, you should save yourself. Listen to me Tommy, your life has always been more important than mine."

"Ok." He gulped and look at the floor.

"I just want you to be safe."

"I know." Tears fell down his face.

"Come here." I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him close to me. I wasn't ever too good with comfort, but this was Tommy we were talking about.

End of flashback

Everything was a bit all over the place after that. Dying hurt just as much as it did the first time, and it was even more of a shock. The routine I had learned to live by lay in tatters on the ravine floor. Tommy carried on, but Tommy relied on me in order to do that. So whilst one of my hands held Tommy's tightly and tried to shelter him slightly from everything that was going on, the other ran itself through my hair and pulled out large chunks. Watching it all fall to a sea of lava and I disposed of each breakdown in the nether. Tommy couldn't see it, no one could. My beanie was stuck permanently to my balding head and often I would lie awake, too numb to sleep.