Always The Villian (Disc Duo Switch Role AU) || Tommy & Dream [Dream SMP]

Symphony || Chapter 14

Wilbur walked on the prime path, taking in the devastating scenery around him, buildings and creations rise and fall and finally abandoned from the events that decayed the wills of the citizen of this very ghost town. Until Wilbur stopped halfway on his tracks. He looked next to him, a dirt home. "Tommy's Enterprise" as it scribbled aggressively on the wooden plank stapled on top of the door. Looking at the inside, its a bit messy now. Too empty. Never once was this empty.

He felt a sharp sting on his palm as crimson red liquid seeps from his left hand. Pieces. Remnants. Fragments of the disc still happened to be in his hand. He hadn't notice how hard he gripped them. Small white crescent shapes appeared on his palm as well, some looking too red for comfort. So, he shoved them down into his trench pocket. Wilbur didn't get why Tommy destroyed his disc. His most prized possession. Something that he'll fight tooth and nail over and over again. The only thing that he took pride for. Then, he remembered the rage in his voice and his eyes. Those eyes that devoid of emotion but with an goal so drastic in mind. He know those kinds. He knew them too well. He remembered picking the fragments without a thought after both parties left. He didn't know why. Maybe its just the fact his friend, his brother, his Tommy that he knew was gone. No.

He stopped that train of thought right there and then. So, he looked around the dirt home, waiting something to happen. Tommy lives here. Well, he lived here. This is one of the places that Wilbur knows he's here. Actually, those were during the L'manburg and Pogtopia era. He has no idea where he is now. He sighed and rummaged through the chest, looking for something. There's a lot of resources here, 'hell there's some decent kept armor here too.', he thought.

He swiped his finger onto the armor. Dust. A thick layer of it. This place is long abandoned. This confirms it. This place is too quiet now. Tommy's home is never quiet. Anything Tommy owns never felt quiet. He decides to look more until the door creaked quietly. He froze. Wilbur wouldn't have noticed it if a big stupid shadow loomed over him as the sun sets behind him by the entrance. He stands up and he heard the person spoke.

"Wilbur? What the hell are you doing here?" It was Tommy, he stood with his hand holding against the door. It was odd seeing Wilbur here, in his own home where he left. Silence fills the atmosphere between them, none spoke a word. Wilbur stood at his place gripping both of his hands tightly as a soft few mumbled words, "..Tommy."

"Wilbur, what the hell are you doing in here." Tommy ask again but he seem normal, he seem fine. Wilbur saw how he reacted towards Dream, was it all just a trick or was he just pretending? Wilbur shook off the thought and look at Tommy, staring at him. Tommy find it quite odd and weird to find Wilbur here, in his old home. What is he doing here for? Tommy let out a soft sigh of frustration, "Oi, big man. Are you deaf or did you glue yourself to the ground?"

Wilbur snapped out from reality, "Oh, sorry. I uh- spaced out a bit."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, answer my question." Tommy leaned against the doorway with his arms cross, looking at Wilbur. 'Why isn't he coming in?', he thought. Is it because he doesn't want to look at his old home or was it because he is here? Wilbur rub the back of his neck as he look at Tommy,

"Just..- looking around! Ya' know? And your place is quite dusty. Don't you ever clean your home?" He glanced around still his hand behind his neck.

"You fu- HEY! I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR AWHILE ALRIGHT! AND WHAT ARE YOU BITCH, A CLEANING INSPECTOR?" Tommy yelled out angrily as he walked away leaving Wilbur inside but it wasn't that type of aggressive anger yell, it was more of.. a pout.

Wilbur smile a bit; chuckling following after Tommy as he step out, "Sure, gremlin." Tommy glare at Wilbur only to make him laugh more as in return Tommy tried to shut him up but instead he fell down on the ground as Wilbur look down on him, still laughing but slowly a smile form on his face.

"I was just checking around, that's all." He remarked, putting out his hand towards Tommy.

"Yeah, right." He grumbled softly, taking Wilbur's hand as he stood up and dust himself off before sticking his tongue out towards him.

"You're welcome." Wilbur smiled as he earned a middle finger from Tommy, typical old Tommy but was it really the old him? Wilbur wasn't sure if he was just pretending or was it just really him? If it was, what had he saw? What had he heard back there? Was it all just a trick to fool Dream so he could escape? It couldn't be, Tommy wouldn't hurt anyone, not even a fly.

Wilbur examined Tommy up and down, not a scar. Except for the faded scar mark on his face, by Dream. It was obvious. Wilbur sigh, finding it weird but it was more of Tommy. He look at Tommy for a bit before asking him; "Tommy, is there something wrong?"

Then Tommy stood still, silent. He kept quiet, not moving nor a word. 'Does he know?', he thought. Not knowing that Wilbur was there during that 'lovely' conversation of him with Dream. He can act all innocent and nice but one thing, one thing. He's not innocent, he's not nice. Best to put the act on for awhile. Tommy chuckled softly, "I am fine, why?"

Wilbur look at Tommy, eyeing an eyebrow at him, he was unsure if he was really was 'fine'. But he couldn't just be straightforward to him as a simple nod came from him, "Just asking." Wilbur smile in respond. "I am perfectly fine, Will. Don't have to fucking worry too much."

But it was a lie, Tommy lied. All the things he said. The words. It was all just a lie. He did not want Wilbur to suspect him, he doesn't want anyone to find out what he's doing. If someone did, Tommy had no choice but to eliminate them. No one must know. No one.

"Wilbur, what's the actual reason you came here." Tommy asked as he stare at Wilbur with a blank expression.

"I was just checking around, like I said earlier." Wilbur responded back earning a soft few muttered words 'yeah, right' from Tommy. Tommy then looked over at Wilbur, eyeing him up and down; examining him. 'He really did change. But I see nothing in him.', he thought. Seeing Wilbur very strange odd behaviour, 'he' did change but what for? Perhaps the revival did do something to him or perhaps it was just himself. Him, Wilbur. Maybe it was him who change himself. Tommy remember the time during the election, he remember clearly on how it all started.

How he started. Wilbur Soot, formal president of L'manburg. He blew up his own country and in result, getting killed by his own flesh and blood; his father. Philza Minecraft. Tommy knew right here and then, Wilbur did somehow change but he knew that Wilbur is hiding something to himself that no one should know. Or perhaps everything he thought or think about Wilbur was all wrong.

His unfinished 'Symphony'. How.. unfinished.

"Hey, Wilbur."

"Yeah?" Wilbur looked at Tommy, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you believe in miracles?" Tommy asked as he slowly turn his head towards Wilbur. Wilbur was surprise by the sudden question but as a soft smile form on his face, "Mayhaps, maybe. What about you?" Then, Tommy kept silent. He look at Wilbur for a bit before slowly turning his gaze down to the ground as a smile also form on his face.

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"Me? Miracles are just..- 'hopeless' to me."