𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 {Wilbur Soot x Reader}

IX

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮
𝖞/𝖓'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛

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Technoblade and I sat together in front of the fire for hours, sharing stories, laughing, just talking. Technoblade had told me of his travels across the worlds, he spoke of wars, kingdoms, villages; but he never mentioned where he had started his journeys. I understood, of course. I still hadn't told anyone of my family, though I couldn't remember them.

"We had both better get going," Techno said softly as he stood up, watching the sky. The pitch black was slowly turning light blue. I'd been here for a while.

"Yeah," I agreed, standing with my eyes glued to the sky. The stars were slowly fading away as the sun rose. "You got something to put this out?" I asked Techno as I looked down at the fire. But I heard no response. I looked up to where Techno had been standing, only to see he was gone. Not even a footprint to hint at where he'd gone.

I didn't think much of it. Technoblade had said that he was still traveling, so I assumed he just wanted to get as far as he could in the daylight. It was a little sad that he didn't say goodbye though. I rolled my eyes at myself.

He doesn't care about you.

Shut up, I just met him, why would he care about me?

I set off back to L'Manberg, axe in my hand and brawl in my head. I had made sure the fire was out before leaving of course, as it was too close to L'Manberg to risk it. I walked back in silence, wondering what exactly had happened last night. I couldn't remember how I ended up in that burning village, or how I had gotten so much blood all over me. No, really, it was all over me.

The dark red liquid had stained my uniform, my face, it was in my hair, it was all over my boots. My boots were black, though, so it didn't really show on them, just made them shiny. I remembered walking through the forest, but I couldn't remember anything from after that until I met Technoblade. I vaguely remembered Technoblade grabbing my axe and me trying to swing at him, but before that there's nothing.

My trek to L'Manberg was silent from then on, except for the cracking of twigs and dry leaves under my feet. I hummed a melody as I walked, picking up wild flowers I found growing around the trees' trunks. The sun was shining down through the trees in patches, making the forest floor look like a piece of art.

But my daydreams faded away as I came up to the black and yellow walls of L'Manberg. This was my home now I guess.

I continued humming my little tune as I entered the small country. I couldn't see anyone around, which confused me, but I didn't worry too much about it. I walked up over to the van, where I just kind of assumed I'd be alone, and opened up the door. I leaned my axe up against a wall and put the flowers down on the wooden table . Bobbing my head to the beat in my head, I searched through the cabinets for a vase. I eventually found a glass jug at the back of one of the cupboards. As I filled it with water, I looked back over my shoulder to check on my axe.

I had a habit of checking on my belongings; you can never be too careful. I mean, I thought Dream was my friend and then he killed me so . . .

I turned off the water and placed the jug in the center of the table, gently handling the blue, white and yellow flowers and putting them in the water. Sighing quietly to myself in exhaustion, I relaxed my body for the first time in days.

But of course, I tended up again as I heard a creek in another room. Slowly, I tiptoed over to my axe and picked it up, readying to strike as I inched closer to the door to the other room. Gathering all my confidence, I swiftly opened the door with one hand, quickly raising my axe to be in front of me.

But I didn't see Dream or Sapnap or Punz in that room, waiting to kill me. It was Wilbur, whose face was inches away from being sliced open by me. His dark eyes widened in fear and surprise, his hands were raised, showing surrender. I could see the concern in his eyes.

"Sorry," I muttered out, taking my axe away from his face. His eyes seemed to follow the axe, fear still present in his expression.

"Is that blood?" Wilbur asked quietly, his eyes still glued to the weapon. I glanced down at the axe for a second before looking back up at Will and meeting his gaze.

"Uhm . . . no, I was chopping down trees and there was a shit ton of sap," I lied. I watched his brown eyes examine my face, watched as he noticed the dried blood on my cheeks and uniform.

"Right. . ." he said hesitantly, still looking at all the blood. I knew he knew it was blood, but I wasn't about to just tell him that I wondered through the woods and blacked out and woke up in a burning village with dead bodies everywhere —

"Anyway, what's in here?" I changed the topic, peeking through the door into the mysterious room. Wilbur put his arm out quickly to stop me from getting inside, closing the door behind him as he stepped closer to me with a nervous smile.

"Nothing."

"C'mon, what is it? It can't be that bad, it's not like you're cooking drugs or something," I joked with a small laugh.

Will's eyes widened a little and he kept looking back at the door with that nervous little grin.

"Right?" I questioned cautiously, furrowing my brows as I stepped closer to him.

"Hehe, well. . ."