Mcyt Oneshots

November 16th; Wilbur/angst

I know it's late but writers block and like brain go brrrrrrr
Anyway enjoy another oneshot
it's angsty
Sorry
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Cw: blood imagery, death
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Wilburs POV

I stood watching, waiting. Someone would've noticed by now wouldn't they?
They would've seen I was gone.
Would've noticed.
Right?
Maybe they're too focused on Schlatt and Tubbo and Tommy to remember I exist.
I don't really matter to anyone.
The room is dark around me.
Random words and phrases scrawled onto the walls. Some etched into the rock, others drawn on...
The red substance staining the walls. Nothing and no one could remove it. It would be there permanently. For ever.
A memory
Of who I am.
Who I was
What I created.
What I left unfinished.

*click click*

Finally I hear the sound of shoes on stone floors.
The sound growing louder accompanied by a voice.
'Wil? Wil! Are you down here?'
I would recognise that voice anywhere.
I watch as the blond man strides into the room green kimono trailing and wings tucked in.
I watch as his eyes widen and dart around the room before landing on me. A look of concern etched onto his face.
'Wil?
I stare back
'Son?'
Silence
'Wilbur? Are you ok?'
Phil goes to hug me but I step back. I look him straight in the eye silently telling him to get the fuck out of this room before I accidentally hurt him.
I don't want him to get hurt.
'Phil'
I let out a choked sob
Phil tried to wrap his arms around me but I push him away.
'Please leave. Go! Before you get hurt.'
I tried to pour all my pain and love for him into my words but he doesn't seem to pay attention.
'Wilbur please tell me what's wrong.' His voice cracked. He sounded so sad. I didn't want to disappoint him. As if he read my mind he answered, 'Wil, you know you can tell me anything. I'll never be disappointed or angry at you.'
I wanted to hug him. Let him embrace me. I missed being a child. Missed being innocent.
Innocent to the cruelty that this world possessed.
'Wil come on. You don't have to do this.'
No, I had to do this. I couldn't live like this. L'manberg was already dead. Dead to me. it wasn't my symphony anymore.
I looked up and smiled at the ceiling the tears running down my face.
'Phil...'
'There was a saying by a traitor.'
Phils eyes began to widen
'It was never meant to be.'
Those final words and Phils screams were drowned out by the explosion. The world around me turned white.

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I woke to ringing in my ears. The world vignetting into my vision. I heard screams and cries. I heard yelling and the clash of steel against steel. I heard the pain of many, enemies and friends.
'Wil, Wil!'
It's now that I realise that I'm in Phil's arms. His wings wrapped around both of us to protect us from the explosion. I look up into his blurred face and see behind that one of his wings has been damaged. Beyond even what a healing potion could fix. I tear up. Why didn't he leave? His wings were his freedom. They were a sign of his power and his heritage. Why did he give them up for me? I feel something boil in my stomach, it begins to move up my throat. It's anger. And rage. And sadness. And grief. I did everything for this nation and Phil did everything for me. I gave my heart and soul to this country and Phil gave up everything that was a part of him to protect me. This was my country, my nation. My symphony! I made it for Tommy, and Tubbo and Fundy and Niki! For Phil. Everything I had been feeling and thinking over the past months. Everything I'd suppressed to maintain the figure of cold and madness. It all poured out in these simple words.
'My L'manberg Phil! My unfinished symphony! Forever unfinished!
I stared at him. Before collapsing in his arms again.
I didn't want to live in this cruel world anymore.
'Phil... kill me.'
I feel his arms tense around me.
'Kill. Me'
'Wilbur.'
I hear his voice die as he says that. It cracks. The power and strength being broken by the pure sadness and grief he faces.
He supports my head in his arms. I'm sitting up against him.
'I'm so sorry Wil.'
And thats when I see the world die around me. And I finally feel free.

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Jfjfnkdkdjdkd sadge.
Again I'm sorry it's late. November 16th was a few days ago but I got writers block ok!
Anyway I hope you somewhat enjoyed this sadge oneshot. Very sad Wilbur die 😢
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