𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 {Wilbur Soot x Reader}

VII

Wilbur and I had sat in silence at a small coffee table, both sipping our drinks every now and then. I had zoned out for a few minutes in the silence, just thinking about what I was supposed to be doing now. Dream sent me here to spy, did he just take my first life so that nobody would suspect me, or was I no longer his ally? I didn't understand. Why didn't he tell me anything about this beforehand? We're we enemies now? Did Eret have some other deal with him? I thought Eret and I were friends. I thought Dream and I were friends. Was everything just a stupid lie?

My thoughts soon became angry rather than confused or upset. Once I'd finished my tea, I quickly left Wilbur's little house, just saying I was going out to train. Which wasn't fully a lie, but I didn't tell him the whole truth either.

I walked through the forest for miles, shooting anything that moved. I'd left my sword behind this time, as axes were just so much better for releasing anger.

Kill them all. You can't trust anyone. They all deserve to die.

My arms started to feel weird, like I just needed to move. My legs carried me through the forest, until I saw an dim orange light in the distance.

Third person :)

The elf ran through the trees, axe in hand. They sprinted until they reached a village, torches and lanterns lighting the place up as the sun set. Y/N grabbed a torch from its holder, holding it up to light their path. They walked calmly through the village, axe swinging beside them. A farmer looked up from where he was gathering some crops and getting ready to head in for the night. As he looked up at Y/N, fear filled his features, seeing the sharp axe in their hand.

But before the man could utter a word, the purple axe slashed through his head. The farmer fell to the ground as Y/N pulled the axe from his head. The deep red blood dripped from the axe, leaving a trail of red behind them as they walked away.

Y/N knocked politely on the door of the closest little house. A woman in her thirties opened the door, her faint smile fading as she saw the bloodied axe in the elf's hand. Before she could even scream, Y/N brought the axe down through her head, splitting it almost clean in half. As her body fell to the ground, Y/N stepped over her, walking inside the house to check for any others. As they found no one, they took a flint and steel from a counter and lit it up on the woman's body.

It didn't take long for other villagers to see the burning house and dead bodies. Screams flew through the ever blackening air, young children cried as they watched their parents being slaughtered before their eyes. Some tried to run, but to no avail. They were massacred in their own homes, their lifeless bodies burning in the growing fires. Black smoke polluted the air, making it a little difficult to breathe, but this didn't affect Y/N at all, as they continued to annihilate the village.

Children were turned orphans, but not for long, as they were killed on site. Some pleaded for mercy. Some didn't even realise they were about to die. Some just sat in shock. Others welcomed death. Y/N made sure they all suffered.

A masked man with long pink hair jumped out of a tree, landing beside a lifeless body. He kicked the dead man's torso, rolling him over to see his face. It was covered in blood, his forehead split. The pink haired man just raised an eyebrow before stepping over the body. As he walked through the burning village of blood and corpses, he unsheathed his sword, just in case.

The red robed man strolled carelessly through the village, admiring the work that had been done here. He was actually coming here for the same reason this person seemingly had; they demanded blood.

His jeweled crown sat idly upon his head, unscathed and in perfect condition. The tall black boots he wore came up to his knees, all the straps done up tightly. The white button-up shirt he wore under the red robe had puffy, ruffled sleeves, only a few stains and cuts were visible. Wrapped around the outside of the shirt was a black leather corset. If he hadn't worn the face of a pig, he would be mistaken for a king.

Technoblade came to a stop in front of Y/N, looking down at them emotionlessly. As the elfling swung at the last remaining child, Technoblade stepped back slightly, as not to get in the way. Y/N continued to mutilate the young boy for minutes after he'd died, until Technoblade stepped in, gripping the handle of the axe from over the murderous one's head.

Y/N spun around, tugging on their blood soaked axe. As they looked up at the man who held the axe, Y/N's face changed to one of surprise and confusion. Technoblade merely grinned down at them.

Sorry it's a little short, just wanted to end this one here and get it out :)