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Wilbur stood behind the sole chair in the room; his knuckles turned white as he gasped at the wood. A simple chair in front of a simple button. A button that could change everything that he and many others had worked for. But the lives of others no longer concerned him. Seeing in his eyes, they have already died along with this nation.
He felt like the walls mocked him, his staggered writing yelling back. "A special place". That special place did exist many moons ago. However, he could no longer see it come back into fruition through Tubbo's administration.
The brunette walked purposely towards the wall between him and hundreds of sticks of dynamite. Nevertheless, as he tried to reach for the button, his hand shook as if the room had dropped a couple of degrees.
Wilbur threw his hands in the hair, starting to grow frustrated at his inability to draw the final straw. "THE THING THAT I'VE BUILT THIS NATION FOR..." he stopped taking a step back, "doesn't exist anymore! The- The thing I worked towards!... doesn't exist anymore... it's OVER!"
"Wil?"
The air was still, but Iris didn't want to do anything but breathe. The room was laced with explosives, and she could only think how Dream had supplied most of them.
Wilbur went stiff, tensing at his breach of privacy, now hesitant with a person in the small room.
"Iris?"
Wil muttered in a barely audible breath, his back facing Iris for a moment before turning in a fluid motion. The brunette's tattered trench coat ripped around in his sudden movement.
They eyed each other, the gears silently turning in their minds. One person trying to figure out how to de-escalate the situation. The other wanted to try and take as many lives as he could with him.
Iris did not know what to do. She felt nauseous at the sight of her best friend. Crazed eyes and a haunting smile accompanied his unruly hair. He held the lighter in his right hand, his left hovering over a small wooden button—who knows how many lines of TNT it was connected to.
Even with one lighter flick, this room could go up in explosive flame, no doubt triggering the next ones beyond the wall.
"Wilbur..." she stammered, "step away from the button." She took small steps towards him, wanting to get between him and the trigger.
He laughed, throwing his head back, "this little thing!" He slammed his fist against the wall next to the button, nearly causing Iris to be sick. "This little thing is gonna trigger packs of dynamite laid beneath L'Manburg!"
Iris swallowed thickly, not wanting to stop her approach. She did not dare to break eye contact either, hoping that she could convince him to step away. "Wilbur, think this through. You've fought for this land, for its people! And you want to just blow it up?
