Duchenne (DSMP Superhero AU)

Chapter 39

Wilbur sat in his room, watching the television.

He watched Jack's funeral on the TV. It was kinda sad, but Wilbur didn't regret what he did. Magma had been disposable anyway. Of course, Niki had quit and gone back to her life after the incident, but they didn't need her to function.

He watched the Syndicate doing their patrols on the TV. The syndicate now was really just Icarus and Thanatos. Wilbur was in his room, Jack was dead and Niki had left. Phil was really overworking himself. Wilbur believed that Ranboo was deemed a member by Techno, due to the amount of Void sightings in his patrol areas.

He watched Theseus becoming a beloved Vigilante that no one could touch. Separate from the Syndicate, since he had helped buy Wilbur enough time to kill Jack. Tommy never visited the house anymore. Wilbur would have recognized his stomping footsteps by now, but he assumed Tommy and him were being kept separate for a reason. The string attached to his back kept giving him love though, so Wilbur wasn't too worried about him. Tommy was doing so well. Theseus was doing so well. Everyone loved him.

He watched it all happen.

One month turned into two, and people moved on. They forgot about Jack and kept going on with their lives. They fought over meaningless things, like the time Theseus fought Jester because he was taking cotton candy away from kids and giving them apples instead. Or the time Spore fought void and lost miserably while trying to capture him.

Wilbur watched the news talking more and moore about how amazing Theseus was, and less about the heroes. That made Wilbur chuckle the first time he saw that. His little brother made it. His little brother was a hero. A real hero, not whatever Spore, Warden, Crystalize and all the other lawful heroes thought they were. Well... Bad was nice. Wilbur could admit that. Sitting, watching the TV.

Over the months plenty of people visited him, but they couldn't snap him out of his weird state. Wilbur knew why. He could feel the pages turning. Every moment of every day, he felt it. He felt it's words caressing his mind, he felt the book being handed from one person to another. Either Dream had given away the book, or he was going to use it. And Wilbur knew for a fact that it was the latter.

Wilbur woke up.

He blinked, looking down at his dishevelled, stinky clothing. His hand flew up to his chin, feeling the beard growing there. He really hadn't moved in two months. Empty dishes surrounded him though, so he assumed either Techno or Phil had fed him. That was good.

He slowly stood, leaning on the bed. The news droned on in the background as Wilbur carefully made his way to the door.

He was going to need so much training. He leaned on the toor, turning the handle and stumbling forward into the hallway. He regained his balance on the opposite wall from his bedroom, slowly making his way to the stairs.

He stopped at the top of the stairs, glaring down them. Ah well, may as well take a tumble. He let himself fall down the stairs, wincing as he hit every step.

Wilbur laid at the bottom of the stairs, regaining the feeling in his limbs as Techno rushed up to him, coming from the lounge. Wilbur realised with a start that he could actually hear Techno.

"Wilbur! Why are you down here? Did someone drag you?"

Wilbur shook his head. He tried to speak but it just came out croaky and scratchy. Techno waited, patiently letting his brother figure out a way to communicate. Eventually, Wilbur remembered that Phil had taught them both sign language when they were kids. He signed to Techno.

Walked downstairs.

Techno sighed with relief, hugging Wilbur.

"It's good to have you back. Do you want help getting to the kitchen?"

Wilbur nodded, so Techno picked him up. He carried his brother to the kitchen, putting him down in a seat and looking in the pantry.

"Phil is currently out on patrol, I'll tell him that you're aware of us again when he gets back. What do you want to eat?"

Techno looked back at Wilbur, waiting to see if he would sign anything. Wilbur shrugged, then signed to him.

Something soft please

Techno nodded, grabbing some fruits and the blender. A smoothie would probably be best for Wilbur's throat. Wilbur watched him, leaning his head on his arms. He felt so tired. Techno poured some milk in with the fruits, pressing blend.

"You just seemed to wake up, watch the tv, eat a little bit of food, then go back to sleep ever since The Meeting. Sorry for not snapping you out of it, Phil said you needed time to heal."

Wilbur nodded. He didn't blame Techno for what had happened. He wasn't the one who was being a dick to Tommy. Techno watched the fruit for a while as it blended with the milk and became a smoothie. The atmosphere was a lot more relaxed than he thought it would be when Wilbur came out of his depressive state. Brotherly bond he supposed. He glanced back at WIlbur.

"You gonna be okay?"

Wilbur nodded mutely. Techno waited to see if he wanted to sign anything, then turned back to the blender, turning it off and pouring the smoothie into a cup. He gave it to Wilbur, who drank it relatively fast considering his state. He smiled at Techno, showing him his hand with his fingers splayed other than his middle and ring fingers, that were folded close to his palm. Techno smiled back at him, sending the sign back before turning away to do the dishes.