Come And Get Me

Chapter Three

Tommy spent a long time alone in Pogtopia. He isolated himself in the ravine, for the most part, and didn't talk to anyone else other than out loud to himself or to "Wilbur." Sometimes it was hard to tell if he was imagining his brother there with him, or if he really thought he was talking to him. He would sneak out occasionally to see what the others were up to, though, since no one ever came to check in with him. He didn't much like what he found out there -- L'Manburg was being rebuilt under Tubbo's administration. 

Well, that defeats the whole purpose of everything Wil did, doesn't it?

He decided he'd finish what his brother had started. Clearly, they didn't get the message last time. It was never meant to be.

You'd think Tubbo would have gathered what he was trying to do, being in Pogtopia with us all that time. Maybe being alongside the Manburg administration tainted his views. He always was a yes-man, like Wil said. Maybe he'll figure it out this time, maybe he'll listen to me if not to Wilbur. He is my best friend, after all. 

He spent a lot of his time plotting and planning the fate of L'Manburg, but he also spent time thinking about himself. His style changed, more like his brother's now than before. He kept his shirt and bandana that he always wore, but he'd added fingerless gloves, tall black boots, and the coat of course. He'd stitched a L'Manburg patch to the collar of the coat as a way to honor and remember his brother as well. He let his hair get longer, messier. And he thought a bit about his name, as well, and who he was. 

Tommy. TommyInnit was an innocent child. A "hero". Someone who followed what others wanted even when he didn't agree. Someone who wanted what was "right". Someone who wanted to save everyone he could. That... isn't me. I'm not that person anymore. Who am I now?

He spent a while thinking about what he wanted, and who he wanted to be. 

I don't want what's "right" anymore. I want justice, I want things the way they should be, even if that means it hurts people. I want L'Manburg gone, I want them to understand what Wilbur wanted and what I've been through. And- well, I've decided I'm gonna be the bad guy this time 'round, right? A villain, I suppose. Maybe I can use that. Hm...

"Villain... Vil...Innit?"

As he said it aloud to himself, he smiled a bit. 

"VilInnit. Or Vil, for short, I guess. I like that. Tommy is gone now. Tommy died when Wilbur did. That's not who I am anymore. I can't be that anymore. So it's VilInnit from now on, then. That's who I am." 

He smiled to himself again, repeating the new name in his head as he worked on his plans for the destruction of the new L'Manburg, comfortable in his brother's coat that he considered his own now. 

VilInnit.