Technoblade's POV
TW: Swearing, mentions death, crying
I walked back into Wilbur's room. Phil decided to take a nap so it was my shift to stay with him.
When I stepped into the room I gasped.
Wilbur's bed was empty. Messy and unmade. His hospital gown was thrown on the floor. The box containing some of his clothes was pulled out from under the bed and the lid was thrown at the other side of the room.
Shit.
This looked really fucking bad.
I ran back out to get everyone.
"GUYS! SOMETHING HAPPENED!" I yelled.
"What happened?" Tubbo asked.
I beckoned for them all to follow me back to Will's room.
They all looked around panicked. When Tommy picked up a piece of paper I hadn't noticed.
"Read it out." I instructed.
"Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo. You guys are amazing! Especially you Ranboo. You've done so well! I'm sorry I caused you so much pain. But Phil and Technoblade... You two- I fucking hate you both so much. Phil you didn't save me. You let me fucking die. Bitch. Technoblade- I was finally happy and you took me away from them. I hate you for it. Not as much as I hate Phil. But still so damn much. If I see you I will attack on sight..."
I looked at Phil. He was understandably crying. Bad memories were just brought up again. But we needed to hear what else he said.
So I gestured for Tommy to continue.
"But Phil... from tomorrow at dawn I will be actively hunting for you."
"I suggest you run."
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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...
