Come And Get Me

Chapter Twelve

VilInnit had returned to Snowchester and stood atop the building. People who he used to consider his friends gathered around below him, concerned and frightened for what might be happening as he had called them there. A small breeze blew through his trench coat as he stood high above everyone and laughed to himself a bit. He scanned the crowd and locked eyes with Technoblade for a moment, smiled, and then began.

"You know, you were right, Techno. I should have died like the hero I was. Little late for that, ain't it?"

He scoffed a little and turned his head, pacing the roof.

" "Let's be the bad guys", oh I'm really taking after big brother now aren't I? Does that scare you all? I am a danger after all. I think Wilbur would love seeing this, don't you?"

People began yelling below him, talking over each other. He could hear enough to make out the obvious, though: they were of course trying to get him to stop whatever he was doing up there. He laughed at them with a lack of sanity to his voice that brought a hush over the crowd.

"It's gonna take a lot more than talking to get all this to stop, big men. Come and get me."

And with that, a scramble began to try and figure out how to stop Vil. Though he hadn't directly told them what his plan was, they could make enough of an educated guess, and they didn't particularly want another blown up nation, especially while they were all still there. Vil watched everyone panicking below him and cackled. He picked up his boot from the roof and hovered it over the button, ready to take everything down with him.

"Tommy. Don't."

He froze over the button, then moved his foot back and turned around, his coat catching in the wind. Behind him stood Tubbo, holding something in his hand. A bright red button.

Is that a detonator-? What the fuck-

Vil blinked as he looked at the button in his friend's hand, maintaining his demeanor.

"Well, what do we have here, Tubster? What's that lovely thing go to?" 

"Nukes." 

"Nukes? After you kicked me out for rigging L'Manburg with TNT, you have nukes? I never thought you'd be such a hypocrite, Tubs. Honestly, it's a bit ridiculous."

Tubbo shook his head and ignored Vil's comment.

"You don't press yours and I won't press mine, Tommy."
"I spent all this time making and rigging up my own stuff here and you're telling me all I had to do was take yours?"

Vil reached his hand out towards the detonator, and Tubbo pulled away quickly, glaring at him.

"Alright, alright. I'll take the button and the redstone. But if you're keeping your fucking nukes, I'm leaving the TNT."

As Vil turned to leave the rooftop, Tubbo grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards him. Vil stumbled a bit and he was tugged across the roof towards Tubbo, who leaned in to whisper angrily to him. 

"And I want my fucking son back, Tommy." 

Tubbo let go of Vil's collar, and Vil leaned back and scoffed before smiling and flipping him off, walking backward away from him. 

"He deserves better, Tubs!" he shouted as he leaped from the roof, taking off back to Pogtopia, and back to Michael.