Come And Get Me

Chapter Ten

Vil had gone back to Pogtopia again, angry and hurt after hearing Tubbo had gotten married while he was in exile.

Clearly, they don't want me back there anyway. This is my home.

He threw his coat to the ground and stomped back through the ravine, running his hands through his hair. Tearing through his old papers and plans for L'Manburg from before his exile and reading them over and over again, he took out a new book and quill and began to write. His handwriting was disjointed, scribbled, and messy, full of his anger and his insanity. He once again spoke out loud to no one but himself in the empty ravine, at almost a hushed whisper as if he would get caught - as if he didn't want someone to see him like this.

"I can't believe he would do this to me, fucking replace me while I was gone, while he sent me away. He'll fucking learning his lesson, they both will. That Snowchester place won't be left standing when I'm finished."

Alongside his plans for Snowchester, Vil had constructed a cross-body strap to hold dynamite, so that he could have it with him whenever he felt like he needed it. He put it on and threw his coat back on over top of it, and headed out towards Snowchester.

Vil spent a long time sneaking around Snowchester, planting his TNT, rigging up the redstone, and double-checking his plans. He managed to sneak a button onto the top of one of the buildings, even. Then, he snuck his way into Tubbo and Ranboo's house, knowing that they weren't home, to make sure that he could put a little extra there for them. When he walked in, however, he was met by a strange noise. A small piglin child ran up to him, excitedly oinking and reaching up at him.

"A- a kid? What the- what's your name, lad?"

It became clear the child only spoke piglin, and Vil scanned the room to find something with his name on it. He came across a small toy chest labeled "Michael" in the corner.

"Michael? Is that you?"

The child looked up excitedly at Vil and seemed to respond to the name.

Fuck, I can't leave a kid in here. What the hell do I do with this-

Vil looked down at Michael for a moment, and then reached into his bag and took out two pieces of TNT.

"Hey, lad, watch this."

He broke a block of the floor and placed the TNT underneath it. Then, he handed the other piece to Michael and pointed next to his. Michael looked up at Vil and happily copied him. Vil smiled to himself a bit. They continued placing pieces together for a bit, replacing the blocks of the floor above them, and then he looked down at Michael again.

"Hey lad, you wanna come to see my house? I can show you around, and I can even teach you Sign Language if you want, so you and I can talk to each other. You seem like a good kid, I'd hate for you to get hurt or anything."

Michael nodded at Vil, and he smiled back at the child and ruffled his hair. He then picked him up to keep him off the snow to head back to Pogtopia with his new little brother.

They don't deserve this kid. I'll take good care of him for 'em.