Eret was too scared to move. The blonde person at the bottom of the tree wasn't moving and it had been about 15 minutes now. The blonde seemed to be having a conversation with… themself? But despite trying to ignore them, Eret couldn't help but listen to them."Bullshit. Just because Wilbur has an argument with Schlatt that means we all have to fight in this stupid fucking war. Phil and Techno don't but that's because they're 'Anarchists and don't want to fight in a political war'." They complained, throwing a rock at a nearby tree. Eret could only pity them, wanting to climb out of the tree and speak to them, but before they could begin to slip off of the branch they were sitting on, another person came through the trees, a brunette this time. Another hybrid, this time goat horns coming from the sides of their head along with their ears being fluffy and similar to a goat's.
Despite really wanting to climb out of the tree, they waited to watch what happened.
The smaller hybrid sat with the blonde, sighing before speaking, "Tommy, you need to come back home. Wilbur's worried as hell for you man. C'mon, before Wilbur gets here and ends up dragging us back."
‘Tommy? Must be Wilbur’s younger brother or something. But where’ve I heard that name before? It seems familiar. Whatever. Doesn’t matter.’ Eret thought to themself as they once again seated themself on the branch they had previously been seated on. They looked down again, looking at Tommy and the goat hybrid again, almost desperate for them to leave so they could get down. But no, they just continued the conversation again.
“Oh for fuck’s sake Tubbo! I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m done with worrying about this war, all of this because of an argument between Wilbur and Schlatt! Are you not fucking tired living a double life as my best friend and then as Schlatt’s son? I’ll tell you something Tubbo, I’ve had fucking enough of fighting in this war all because I’m Wilbur’s younger brother when he’s refusing to get much help from Technoblade or Philza when they’re trained fighters and fought in tons of wars before this. But no. Wilbur wants this to be a ‘fair fight’. So now he’s putting us at risk so he can win this stupid fucking war. Philza and Technoblade are helping I know that, but they won’t fucking die! They’re immortal. So why didn’t we just get them to assassinate Schlatt? Because Wilbur’s a fucking idiot who wants there to be a war for his own entertainment. Bullshit, the lot of it.” Tommy complained to Tubbo, tears of anger forming in his eyes, but never falling. Tubbo placed his hand on Tommy’s shoulder and pulled the taller one into a hug, and when Tommy finally sat up, there was a reassuring smile on Tubbo’s face.
“Oh come on. You know that we got this. Wilbur, Techno and Phil won’t let any harm come to us!” Tubbo laughed slightly, making Tommy smile and nod. ‘Technoblade? Like, the Technoblade I know?’ Eret questioned in their head, starting to bite the bullet and began climbing down from the tree, only for someone to shout out Tommy and Tubbo, making Eret jolt and miss the lower branch with their foot. They fell with a scream, hitting off of branches and even into the tree trunk once, making them go dizzy from the impact on their head, screams of pain left their body as they fell, and when their body finally crashed to the ground, a blinding pain shot through their body. They had landed on one of the tree roots, their back taking the whole of the impact, an audible crack coming from their body as they landed.
“Holy shit! Wilbur quick help!” Someone shouted, Eret couldn’t tell, they were slipping from consciousness, and quickly, their eyesight going blurry and their body shutting down, filling them with a desperate hope they hadn’t broken anything. Some fell to their knees next to them, grabbing their hand with one of their own and checking for a pulse with the other. Their other hand was grabbed and they were shaken. Only a pained groan left their mouth as they tried to move, only to remain in the same position.
“What the fuck happened here? Who the fuck are they?” Someone shouted, assumingly the same person who had shouted approached them and instead of them checking for a pulse, they picked Eret up bridal style and started running through the forest the same way they ran in.
Time passed before they finally passed out, body going limp in the arms of the stranger. The last thing they remembered was seeing a mess of brunette hair, and something that felt like a jacket being pulled around their body, sheltering them from the cold that they had only just managed to realise before passing out.
Wilbur kept running, the random person in his arms and his jacket around their freezing body. Luckily it wasn’t a long distance to his house, so he kept up the quick pace with Tommy and Tubbo close behind him.
When they got to the house Wilbur ran straight to his room and laid the person on top of the sheets, checking their body for any breaks but from what he could tell there wasn’t anything but a few deep cuts and bruises across their body. The door opened, Wilbur looking back to find Philza stood in the doorway, bandages and healing potions in hand. He ran into the room and started pouring the potions onto the bandages so they would heal quicker. After a minute or two Phil had covered the whole of the stranger’s body in bandages, his crystal blue eyes focused on cleaning the blood from their body and hands quickly wrapping bandages and applying potions where necessary. Wilbur stayed in the room the whole time, helping where he could but mostly staying to the side of the bed with his hand on theirs in an attempt to maybe comfort them despite knowing their body was in the same state as being dead, unable to feel any kind of touch and unable to move. And Wilbur probably would’ve thought this if it wasn’t for the constant noise of their shaky breaths and pained noises that came from them every time Phil would accidentally put too much pressure on a deep wound.
“I know them from somewhere. I don’t know where but they’re familiar.” Phil sighed after he finished bandaging, brushing his hair back and pulling it into a messy bun at the back of his head. He sat at the end of the bed, trying to remember who the person was. But he couldn't so instead he left Wilbur alone in the room, a quick note of, 'Going to get something I'll be back.'
A minute or two after Phil left, a groan left the person's mouth, their eyes slightly opening and their hand gripping Wilbur’s. The brunette stoid quickly, making sure not to hurt them and slightly tightening the grip on their hand. Upon realising they were slightly hyperventilating, Wilbur started to try to comfort them. "Hey, it's alright. You're okay, I'm here." His voice went noticeably softer, helping the person to sit up and smile at them. "Look at me, focus on me, it's alright." Wilbur softly whispered to them, moving their head slightly to be looking at him.
"Wait, your eyes! Are they normally like that?" Wilbur gasped, meeting eyes with the person only to find they were fully white, no other colour in them at all. The person nodded, wiping the tears from their eyes and breathing in deeply, their breath shaky and panicked.
"Where am I? And who are you?" They asked, going to move back only to wince in pain and sigh out a small breath of pain. Wilbur couldn't deny, they were pretty, the way their hair curled perfectly and framed their face, and the simple way they grasped his hand when they started to get scared. But Wilbur couldn't stay and think of a stranger this way, especially not when they were almost having a panic attack and had fallen down a few feet from a tree earlier.
"You're in Pogtopia, and I'm Wilbur. It's alright you have nothing to panic about, alright."
They nodded in response and pulled their hand from Wilbur's. For the next few minutes the two stayed there and talked about random things, Wilbur learning the stranger’s name to be Eret. He was sure he had heard the name, pushing it to the back of his head and continuing to talk with Eret.
Phil came back through the door about 10 minutes after Eret had woken, meeting eyes with them before falling to one knee, almost bowing to them. Eret laughed at this before they spoke, "Please Phil, I know I'm royalty of the Nether but that's not needed, you know I'm not like my dad."
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In Love With My Guard's Brother
Fanfiction"What do you mean you love him? He's my brother!" "I know but- I really love him!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After a war broke out on the over-world, youngest child of Herobrine, Eret has...