Wilbur's POV
TW: needles
I woke up. Alone. In a plain white room. All hat was in here were some medical devices, my bed and a chair. I ripped out the nasogastric tube that had been feeding me and got out of bed and felt the chair.
Still warm.
Someone had been here and left me. After all they'd done to me.
Phil hadn't saved me. He was the cause of my death.
Technoblade brought me back! I was finally happy! With my friends Oliver and Frankie and my adorable little niece- or rather godchild.
He took me away from them.
First Phil killed me. And then Techno brought me back. They would pay.
But I couldn't get revenge in a stupid hospital gown. That would be ridiculous.So I began searching around the room for some clothes I could wear.
"Here we go." I muttered, pulling a box out from under my bed.
A yellow sweater, dark brown trench coat and black jeans. A pair of my favourite sneakers and some socks were also in the box.
(A/N I left this chapter for two hours to read trans MCYT stuff and I started in the living room sitting normally and I'm now sitting upside down on my bed with my legs up the wall, screaming into a pillow because CUTE)
I quickly pulled all the clothes on and then opened the door, glancing around cautiously.
When suddenly an idea came to me. I decided to write a letter to them.
I grabbed a random piece of paper and a pen that was in the room and scribbled down what I wanted to say. I jogged towards the exit.And I left.
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Revived - Wilbur Angst
Fanfiction"White streak in my hair but no stress now!" After Wilbur passes away Technoblade and Phil get desperate to have their amazing son and brother back. They will go to the ends of the earth to have him back, even for a moment. But what if there was a w...
