sbi (mostly Tommy centric) oneshots

Limbo

Tw: suicidal type talk (keep your self safe)

Tommy sat by the fire. A little to close but Wilbur didn't mention it. They sat there, like they have every night ever since Wil had been revived. It took time for this tradition of sorts to form, mostly just Tommy coming to terms that his once dead brother would be joining him by a fire he started ever since exile (what can he say, he missed the warmth of the nether.) An event he blames himself for just as much as the kind blue ghost forced into the after life by his own incompetence.

They both sat in the silence they find themselves in quite often, an uncomfortable aura always present when the two saw eachother. One guilt the other anger. Not twords the other per se, but just how things played out. Wilbur looked up at the sky as the smoke from his ciggerate disappeared within the stars above. He took another long draw and pulled the thing from his lips, holding it as he leaned back into his other hand.

He would never tell the older, but Tommy hated when he smoked around him. He always thought about the smoke from the countless explosions from his past and the heaviness the smell brought with it. He just wished that Wil would do it alone but was always to tired or to scared to tell him his thoughts. If this was years before everything he definitely would, but this wasn't those times. And that wasn't him anymore. Looking back on it he kinda missed that loud part of him, he had many more friends back there then he did now. Now it's just him, his zombie of a brother (who Tommy swears hasn't washed his clothes since he came back), the smell of ciggerates, and a sad fire to keep him company.

As Tommy rests his head on his arms, he looks at the silver steak thats always in the way of his vision. He makes no attempt to move it as he remembers how he got it in the first place. His last cannon life wasted on a man gone insane in a cell with nobody to comfort him in his final moments. Can't say he blames anyone though, he wouldn't be there for himself if he didn't have to be either.

Wilbur looks down from the sky to his little brother, someone he had to raise because of a father who abonded them for a "long time friend". He knew what Phil really meant though, he knew that Phil just liked Techno as a child better then the two. It hurt but Wil had long since stopped caring. He noticed the way those blue eyes didn't shine as much as they used to, and how his once proud presence that could fill a whole ball room has gone to something that was barely there.

It pained him to look at the kid like this but he also knew that he helped cause this. He knew that his past self would look at this scene and laugh at the misery of his younger brother. But thats just how he was. Always finding some way to bring himself up in the worst ways possible. They haven't said a word and he half expected it to stay that way, each of them thinking of different things.

"You know... I kind of miss limbo" that's the last thing Wil expected and the last thing he wanted to hear.

"What? Why?" Was all he could come up with as the ashes of his ciggerates added to those of the lowly dying fire infront of them. None of them made a move to add to it.

"I know that it was dark and cold there but it's no better then here" he said quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the crackling and the sounds of wildlife around them. Wilbur was at a loss of words. His little man just said that he missed being dead! Thats a hard thing to cope with if he's being honest.

"Well what made it better?" he tried his best to keep the slight annoyance out of his voice that always crept it's way in. For once he wasn't annoyed with anything, the only thing there being concern maybe fear? Wil wasn't entirely sure himself anymore. Tommy seemed anything but bothered by the words spoken, only focusing on the silvery strands and the warmth.

"There, people were talking to me more then here. And there was more to do except stare at the ceiling and wonder where you went wrong." Tommy lifted up his head and unfolded his legs, Wil didn't like how close he was getting to the fire.

"What about tubbo?"

"He's gone Wil." Tommy looked at the older dead in the eyes, the ice in them almost chilling. "Went and married Ranboo while I was gone..." He looked down and Wilbur could see the glassy look of tears about to fall. Tommy blinked and went on "Jack took over my hotel, and nobody visites me. It's almost as bad as exile. No... It's worse"

Wilbur knew what happened in exile, dream had informed him upon his return to the mortal plain. He responded with punching his several times in the face and leaving before he did something worse. Hearing Tommy, his beloved Tommy, say that he was more miserable here then anytime before hurt. Why had the people in the god forsaken place left a child to rot. He knew that nobody visited his grave, but hearing Tommy acknowledge how he felt felt wrong in a sence. He couldn't quite figure out how but it just did.

"I'm to lonely Wil... At least I had people to talk to in the void. People who didn't mind if I was loud or rude. Now if I even open my mouth theres at least 5 different death stares" people had hurt his little brother and he knew there was no repair. No way to make people realize just how fucked the boy infront of him had become all because of their actions.

"I'm here right?" Wil asked smiling slightly just hoping to get a small one in return. Only to be met with a completely blank expression and then a mop of unwashed blonde curls as Tommy folded in on himself again. Tucking his face into his knees. He didn't say anything about the small puddle of tears forming as they dripped from a face that more resembled a corpse then an actual human child. That right, Tommy's just a child that got in involved in one to many wars and experienced far more death then anyone should. Only being realized to be torn back from what was thought to be his new home a safe place of sorts. Wil went back to staring at the stars.

When the fire has long gone out and all that remains is the ash and stack of unused wood does Wil take Tommy home. The rest of the night only filled with crackling and the wild life waking up as the sun paints the sky a nice violet colour.