The Embrace Of Vengeance

🍃Chapter 13🍃

Tommy gasped for breath as he slumped against the wall he laid on, watery blue eyes blurry from the impact. His head was dizzy, his side begging to be healed. “Why do you think you run things around here?” Tommy lazily looked up, eyes finally focusing enough to see a very angry Wilbur above him. The older brother looked pissed, fists balled, and a scowl laced on his face. Tommy backed up into the wall at the sight, too afraid to say anything to the other.

Another kick to his side had the raccoon whimpering as he fell over, the teen curling in on himself as his ears flattened against his head and tail curled around him as if a shield of protection. 

“I’m sorry, Wilbur. I-I-” Before Tommy knew what was happening, the older brother grabbed the other's curls, pulling the other hybrid up to his feet, shoving his angry face into his terrified one. The man's wings were bristled, only showing farther how pissed he was at his little brother. He looked ready to kill the raccoon right there, his grip on Tommyś hair growing tighter by the second. 

“Don’t. Make excuses.” The raccoon hybrid clamped his mouth shut trying to get his whimpers to leave his throat, shaking in fear that if he moved he’d get a punch to the face next. “What I say goes around here, understand? You don’t have a say in whether we team up with Dream or not. That’s my call, not yours.” Tommy remembered when he was a team with the other, making decisions together. The man before him wasn’t that Wilbur, his older brother that looked out for him. He was broken, shattered and only looking for something to take his anger out on. 

And Tommy was ok with that, if he was that thing that got smacked around when the older brother got angry. He’d happily help the other through this troubling time, so with a shaky posture, he slowly nodded to appease the other. Wilbur softly smiled, some of the anger on his face disappearing. He let go of Tommy’s hair, letting the raccoon fall against the wall behind him for support. “I don’t understand why you always fight with me.” A hand softly caressed his cheek, and the hybrid couldn’t help but lean into the soft affection. “I love you Tommy, don’t forget that.” Tommy teared up, shoving back sniffles he’d release when the unstable man before him left. 

“I-I love you too, Wilby.” 

One Day Later. . .

 Tommy sat in front of the living room fireplace, plate of eggs and bacon in his hands as he slowly ate. Bur sat on the couch, braiding the youngers hair as he ate. Technoblade was off helping Philza finish up his house, which Tommy was grateful for. He didn’t like Philza being here, the bird hybrid always hovering over the raccoon when he was in the house.

When Philza is here, he’s not allowed to touch anything sharp, or move really. He usually ends up in the living room sitting on the couch alone. “You know dad just cares, right?” Tommy paused, blind eyes blinking at Bur’s random question. The raccoon never understood how Ghostbur seemed to know what to say, It was almost like the older brother knew what he was thinking. 

He did it to everyone, randomly asking questions about unspoken sentences, or answering questions no one had answered but had thought. Tomm Was almost convinced it was some sort of hidden superpower the older brother never told anyone else. “He just doesn’t know how to help.” 
   
“Well, he should stop.” A light laugh came from behind him, meaning Ghostbur was laughing at him. 
   
“I know why you're angry at him, but you have to remember, Wilbur asked for dad to kill him.” Tommy’s hands tightened at the other's words. He knew he was only speaking the truth, that Wilbur had asked to die by his hand. But it didn’t do much to see the other blond in a different light. He still killed Wilbur, he could have easily thrown that sword to the side, let Wilbur live or let the brownette end his own life by his own hands.

As Ghostbur finished his hair, Tommy couldn’t help but let his mind wander. What would have happened if Wilbur hadn’t blown up L’manburg? Would his older brother be president right now? Would Tommy be his right-hand man, helping the other in presidency after overthrowing Schlatt? The blond would never know, but part of him was ok with that. 

If Wilbur hadn't died, he wouldn’t have Ghostbur and he wouldn’t have gained some independence. He wouldn’t have fixed his relationship with Techno either, he was sure that if Wilbur was alive, and he was still in L’manburg, he’d never sought out the other. A gentle kiss was pressed to the top of his head, making the blind teen smile slightly. “Now, why don’t we finish breakfast and then get to some chores, didn’t Technoblade want us to take care of the potato farm today?” The younger nodded, a fond smile forming on his lips from when they were younger, the eldest brother just getting into farming, and potatoes. How much he wished little Tommy knew that this would be a lifelong obsession. 

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Wilbur sat on his bed, hands in his hair as he thought. He had come up with no plan for the other, too busy thinking about his broken family. His little brother was dead, the one he basically raised from a young age. He'd never see the other again, get to apologize for what he had done to the other. He had let Tommy suffer and only batted an eye at it. He had forced Tommy to fight in the first L’manburg war when he was only nine, he had put Tommy through torture during their exile in Pogtopia, often taking his anger out on the other.

He knew he messed up, but until the rest of his family, he wanted to avenge the other. He wished he was dead now, so then he could see his little brother and apologise for his horrible mistakes. He wants to hold the raccoon close again, wishing it could go back to the way it was before this server. 

But, no matter how much he wished, begged even, he knew the other was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. His family was broken, he’s known that for a very long time. But did his family really not care about each other anymore to the extent his eldest twin wouldn’t help with the destruction of such an evil country? It sickened him, made the male want to yell at the other, lash out on the piglin hybrid like he had so many years ago. How could Technoblade really not care enough about Tommy to destroy something that destroyed their little brother. It confused him, angered Wilbur even. 

His fingers tightened in his hair, brown eyes watching the floor as he thought. He had to know why, it was eating him up inside. Wilbur needed to see his twin brother. He stood up, teeth gritted together as he made his way to the few chests he had in his possession, grabbing some things he may need on his journey. A sword, axe, some apples, meat, the basics. He remembered Dream mentioning the other lived in a snowy biome, that gave the other something to work with. Maybe he would find the other quicker knowing the other biome he lived in. 

He walked to the window, knowing very well Dream wouldn’t let him leave willingly. He was determined to keep Wilbur’s revival a secret from everyone. His wings spread as he opened the window, taking in a deep breath before letting himself glide down to the ground below him. When he landed, he made quick work to head to the community nether portal.

He could find his way from there, since Dream gave vague descriptions of where the twin was. The nether had paths to everything, he was sure he’d find the right one eventually.  He'll be talking with the older twin soon, that’s something Wilbur was sure of.