The Little Difference

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(Art made by Shmeckdoesstuff on Twitter :D)

Wilbur Soot, November 10th, 2020.

Wilbur quietly dug out from Pogtopia, making sure Tommy and Techno didn't wake up. He loved his little group but this is his own problem. As Wilbur quietly slipped into the borders of Manburg, he jumped when he heard Quackity and Schlatt fighting on the podium. Wilbur blinked when he noticed the White House was missing, before shaking his head a little and continued to make his way to his secret hole. He jumped into the small opening as he heard footsteps closing in, blocking the opening with stone. Just as the stone was set, he heard more yelling from Quackity and Schlatt.

"Those two are so weird." He mumbled as he heard moans and whines. He shuddered in disgust, before walking deeper into the crevice of his secret room. The room was nothing special, it has signs on the wall with scribbled lyrics of the L'Manburg anthem, a single button and a seat in the center. He stared at the button, before he sat down on the chair. He spent 20 minutes just staring at the button, thinking about everything. Is it really worth it? Wilbur thought, before he opened his inventory.

He clicked on the Netherite axe, before sighing. "It better be worth it." Wilbur thought. He slowly broke the wooden button, before breaking the stone behind the button. He collected all the TNT and pieces of red stone, before burning the signs and blocking of the room with stone and cobblestone. When he came out of the room, Quackity was naked on the grass, passed out and covered in cum. Wilbur grimaced, before grabbing his discarded clothes and covering the poor bruised Vice President with it.

"You. What are you doing?" Fundy asked, as he pointed a crossbow at Wilbur's head. "Oh come on, I'm not even in the Manburg borders." Wilbur scoffed, as he pushed the crossbow from his face and walked off back to Pogtopia.

Fundy sighed, as he covered Quackity in a blanket and picked him up before rushing to their shared home.

Wilbur replaced the dirt once he was inside, before he crashed into Technoblade. "Oof!" He groans, as Techno hummed. "Where did you go?" Wilbur sighed. "I just went on a walk. Clear my head. Next week's a big thing after all." Wilbur mumbled, as Techno stared at his eyes. Wilbur didn't back down, staring straight into the eyes of his father's best friend with no fear. He was a man with nothing to hide after all.

"Hmm. The voices are saying you're lying but I'll leave you be." Wilbur chuckled, before he slipped past the half-piglin and headed downstairs. He hummed softly, as he poured a glass of water. "Wil? You're back already?" Tommy asked, as the teen stretched a little. "Yeah. Morning Toms." Tommy nodded, as he sleepily bit into his baked potato. As the teen ate, Wilbur stared at the buttons littered around Pogtopia. "Tommy." The teen turned towards him, raising an eyebrow.

"Wanna help me take down these annoying buttons? Before the rest of our allies come over." He offered, as Tommy looked around too. "Sure. Got nothing else to do. Might continue building the railway though, later in the evening." Wilbur nods, as he bit into a loaf of bread.

As Wilbur used a bucket of water to destroy the multiple amounts of buttons on the walls of Pogtopia, he felt a presence behind him. "So, what exactly is your plan?" Dream's voice asked, as Wilbur picked up the water. "I don't know. I'm completely letting Tommy and the others take the wheel." Wilbur answered simply, as Dream chuckled. "Are you sure that's a good idea? To let Theseus lead this rebellion?" Wilbur glanced at Dream with a small smile. "You've seen his potential. He managed to rally people to his side before, what makes you think people won't follow him again?" Dream stared at his old vassal, dark green eyes piercing Wilbur's honey brown ones.

"Fine. Be careful, though." Dream said, before he disappeared.

Don't trust him. The single voice in his head said, as Wilbur scoffed. I never did. Wilbur resumed, pouring more water onto the walls. "Wilbur! I'm done! I'll go build my railway now!" Tommy called out, as Wilbur glanced at him. "Alright." The teen placed the bucket back into his inventory, before running out of the ravine. Wilbur sighed, as he also put away his bucket of water.

A walk never hurt anyone. Wilbur quietly slipped out of the ravine, walking to the lands outside of the circle that is Dream's Great SMP. He took out the boat from his inventory, before stepping into the boat and simply letting the current lead the boat to wherever it wanted to go.

While the boat sailed into the ocean, passing a snow biome, Wilbur opened his communicator. He clicked on the map, watching as the small red circle that signified himself was drifting farther away from the SMP. He hummed, before the boat slowly stopped on a beach. "Huh." He hummed, as it was connected to a rather flat plains biome, with a small patch of Oak trees near the other side of the beach, on a short hill.

Looks like a nice vacation spot. The voice muttered, as he agreed. Wilbur quietly collected wood and stone from the caves and forests nearby, before building a small hut and walls so no mobs would attack him. He placed torches around the place, so no mobs would spawn, and quietly collected more resources. Retirement home? Wilbur rolled his eyes at the voice's teasing tone, as he closed the door to the hut.

As he sat on the bed, his communicator beeped.

TommyInnit whispered to you: Where are you?

Wilbur sighed a little. Right. I still have a rebellion to partake in. He thought grimly, before slipping his coat back on.

You whispered to TommyInnit: Went on a walk. Coming back.

He put his communicator away once Tommy answered back with an 'Ok!' and glanced at the hut. Name it. Wilbur crafted a sign, before writing 'Wilbur Soot's Retirement Home' using his sword.

As he drifted back to the SMP, all he wanted to do in that moment was rest.