The Embrace Of Vengeance

🍃Chapter 6🍃

One Day Later. . .

Wilbur Soot didn't know how to react when he magically woke up to a bright, blue sky. He stared for a long time, trying to understand how he was now seeing the usual train station's usual concrete ceiling. He heard birds singing instead of the sickening squeak of trains passing by, the air felt warm and welcoming, unlike the usual chilly air he was surrounded by. "What...?" He was confused, Still staring up as he tried to come up with a reasonable explanation. As he did, he balled his fists, his fingers gripping the grass under him. It all seemed so real, unlike his usual dreams.

"Wilbur Soot." Someone chuckles, making the brownette look over to the source of the voice. It was Dream, his arms crossed and head tilted as he looked at him.

"Dream?" The other nodded, seeming to be mused with the other. "What? How am I here?" He sat up, looking around as he did so. He was in a field, the grass swaying softly in the breeze and the beaming sun shining down onto the two. It was a great difference for the pale man, who only smiled in realization. "Am I alive?" He seemed shocked, running his hands through the grass multiple times as his smile grew.

"Yeah, Wilbur, I revived you." Dream kneels down onto his knees, facing Wilbur who only looked back happily. "But I brought you back for a reason." This seemed to interest the once dead president, who raised a brow at the other.

"What reason would that be?"

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"I'm never going to get this!" Tommy shouts, once again launching forwards in an attempt to tackle his older brother. Technoblade watched from the other side, frowning at his irritated brother.

"If you keep acting like this you won't." He huffs out, moving to the left as Tommy turns around towards the noise, ears perked as they tried to find his location. He was getting closer, at least being able to almost pinpoint his voice and footsteps now. But somehow, he always managed to just miss him. Tommy smiled, looking towards Technoblade and running towards him. He pushed the older, yelling in success as he did so. The older brother couldn't help but smile at the other's happiness, it had been so long since he'd seen the other smile like this.

"I did it! I actually did it!" After bouncing around a bit more, Tommy faced Technoblade again, dull eyes sparkling with happiness. "Do I get to work on fighting now?" The older one laughed, making Tommy frown.

 
"No, not yet Toms. Still a bit early for that." The younger's tail swished in annoyance.

"We're never going to work on my fighting skills, are we?" He mutters.

 
"We will, but I think working on your hearing for a bit longer would be best for right now." Technoblade explains, once again moving around the room. Tommy growled, looking around once again. He looked more frustrated than he had earlier.

"This is stupid."

"It's not stupid if it works." Techno grumbled, watching as the raccoon hybrid slowly moved forwards in his direction. "See?" He mutters, moving a bit more. The footsteps echoed around, making Tommy growl and ball his fists.

"Will you stop moving?" He hisses, making Techno laugh lightly. Tommy started towards him again, Techno moving back towards him to confuse the other. It worked, his ears jerking every which way to figure out where the older was now.

"You're getting better, admit it!" Technoblade says, dodging his hands again. Tommy laughs himself, jumping forwards onto the other.

 
"I'll never admit that these tactics actually help, Techno." The piglin huffed, hugging the other back with a small smile.

"Worth a try, right?" Tommy chuckled at the other's words.

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Fundy sat in the meeting room with Quackity, Ranboo, and Tubbo. Quackity was trying to convince them to execute Techno, his uncle. He didn't know how to feel in this situation. "He betrayed us and even killed Tubbo! He deserves death for his crimes." Fundy shifted in his seat.
"Are we sure that's a smart choice?" Fundy finally said, making their heads turn to the fox hybrid. He shrunk some, seeing Quackity's angry look.

"Yes, he's a threat to this country. If we don't neutralize him then our country will always be at high risk." Fundy looked down at his fidgeting hands.

"I-If you're sure." Fundy mutters, making Quackity smile.

"Good, now let's make our game plan." He says.

Two Days Later. . .

Philza was packing up, he wasn't staying around much longer. He couldn't deal with this. He was grieving, he needed to be with his family. He wanted out of the hell hole, and he'd get out one way or another. He grabbed the compass that Technoblade had given him to find his way to the eldest's house, himself smiling to himself realizing he was really doing this. He jumped out the loud banging of knocks on his door, his eyes whipping towards it with wide blue orbs. He stashed the compass away in a chest, hiding his packing quickly before making his way to his door. Opening it, Phil was confused seeing Tubbo, Quackity, Ranboo, and Fundy sitting there with bloody aprons on, all looking at Philza with determination. He backed up some, smiling nervously as they pushed their way into his house.

"Hey! You can't just come in!" He yells, watching as they started going through his things. Fundy was hesitant though, looking back at his grandfather in sadness. Philza didn't see that though, rage filling him as they made eye contact with the other.

"We believe you have some leads to the location of Technoblade." Quackity says, facing the bird hybrid expectantly. Philza had to stop the shock that was filling him from showing, but as more anger consumed him he started shaking. What did they want with his son?

"Why do you want to know where Technoblade is?" His voice was shaky, but he was trying to keep himself calm. If he lashed out, they would know he knew where he was, and whatever they were planning would begin. He should have left earlier, he should have left as soon as he decided he would go and live with his son.

 
"For the crimes he had committed, grandpa." Philza whipped his head towards the fox hybrid, who cowered under his gaze.

"Crimes?" He growled. "What crimes is he being accused of." Quackity narrowed his eyes at the other.

"None of your buisness, Philza." Phil gritted his teeth.

"I think it is my business since he is my son." Quackity smirked, looking back to Fundy and Tubbo at the blond's words. Tubbo, who had been looking through the chests since this conversation, barely looked back at the other, but Fundy jumped quickly opening another chest that the goat hybrid had not looked through yet.

"I found something!" Tubbo yelled, throwing his hand up and revealing the compass he had tried to hideaway. Philza paled at this, wings ruffling in horror. Quackity though was pleased, smiling brightly as he walked over to the younger. The duck hybrid walked over, grabbing the compass out of his hands and seeing Techno's name etched into the back.

"Hey, that's mine!" Phil yelled, fists balling in anger.

"Yes, it is yours. And we'll be confiscating it!" Quackity cheerfully said, stuffing it into one of his pockets. "And, you're under house arrest, Philza Minecraft."

"What?" Phil was ready to lose it.

"You might try and stop us, we can't have you getting in the way." Tubbo eventually says, smiling sadly at the other. It didn't take long for them to leave his house again, leaving an angry Philza in their wake. Fundy, though, stayed back and looked at his grandfather with a small smile.

"I still love you, grandpa." Phil was seeing red, teeth clenched, and blue eyes probably looking crazy.

"You're about to kill your uncle, Fundy. My son is going to die because of this and you're involved." Fundy's ears drooped at his tone. "You are not my grandson, you are not my blood. Not anymore, I disown you." With that he shut the door, leaving a saddened fox hybrid behind.