Forbode the Vagabond for I am thee Forsaken

Revival

Waking up in a giant hole on a blue and gold memorial of himself hadn't really been on Wilbur's bucket list of things to do before he died, but in this case it would be things to do after he died and had just been revived.

He looked around realizing that this was the remains of L'Manburg and started laughing when he felt something moving on his back and realized he still had his wings. He was so happy to still have them that he started laughing harder, toppling over to kneel on the ground clutching his stomach.He heard some movement off to the side "Oh" he mumbled, "Oh no" he heard someone whisper and he stopped laughing and turned his head to look and saw Tommy, Tubbo, a stranger and a Blue Sheep? "Hello again?" He said turning his body to them as he stood up tommy glared at him and looked away "You fuck" Tommy said through clenched teeth clenching his fists, "is this, is this real?" He asked, "Yeah it's real" Tommy said walking closer leading the sheep with him "hey I feel so numb, I feel so, who, wha, what are you. Who the fuck, who the fucks friend?" He asked as he came closer to see the sheep was wearing a tag with the name friend on it.

"Here take your stuff" Tommy said as he started handing him his things "here take some blue, have some blue calm yourself" Tommy said trying to hand him some blue stones "I'm sorry, I'm just, I can't, No no no don't give me that stuff, I've obviously missed a beat!" He said getting agitated trying to keep his wings in check so they wouldn't move and bring attention to themselves from under the Trench coat and bandages. "Obviously I missed a beat why is this happening why and I here" he asked backing away from Tommy, "Your in L'Manburg" Tommy said confirming what he had already suspected "Oh fuck did I, did I do that?" He asked as he turned to look at the massive hole in the ground "I mean" Tommy began before being interrupted by him "Oh that's not a, that's not a good look for me" he said as he jumped down onto the glass that covered the pit "let me have a look, oh, oh no. Oh I really did a number on this place huh?" He started to laugh again not hearing Tommy saying something about him not taking the Blue stone.

"Oh boy oh dear oh no I really did a number here." He said still laughing hearing Tommy come up behind him and give a warning about the glass and the sheep "oh my god Tubbo, Tubbo my man you've been running this place?" He said walking away from Tommy and the sheep and towards tubbo. "Yeah, uh?" Tubbo said looking uncomfortable, "It's like, how are you not dressed like a president, man I thought I gave you a suit? What's up with this" he said motioning towards Tubbo's clothes "uh like you said um, you've missed a beat" Tubbo said with some amusement in his voice backing away from him. "This is" he started before stopping to realize the one true piece of reality in that moment, Tommy walked up to him "Wilbur come here man" Tommy said before he suddenly had a burst of energy "Hahaha Im Fuck, Im alive Tommy I'm alive!" He said laughing with a bright smile on his face before realizing he was acting like a child and quickly stopped and got serious again. "Yea your alive" Tommy said solemnly "I have spent 13 and a half years in the fucking, ugh haha what is this, what is this, what have you are making art? Geometric art on the roof?" He asked as he turned his head towards the sky seeing an obsidian square grid over the entirety of the pit.

"Ah fuck you didn't do this Wil, it was Dream and Techno" Tommy said with a shaky voice, "oh" He said with a drawn out voice "Come back here, come back here right now" Tommy said with a strict voice he wanted to listen Tommy was older than him so shouldnt he listen to him but his mind was 28 almost 29 while he himself in his physical body was 15, he decided he didn't want to listen and he held down the urge to start chirping at him not wanting Tommy to start questioning him, "Tommy" he said looking at him until Tommy shouted "Come here right now man!" Tommy drew his Axe out of its sheath and held it up threateningly. "Oh Tommy" he said in a shaky voice walking over to him seeing Tommy put the ax away "Don't you oh tommy me man, you need to go alright you're not welcome here" as Tommy was speaking he saw the sun start to come up "oh my god the sunrise where is the sunrise, I need to watch the sunrise" he looked for the highest point he could get to at the moment and scrambled up a small rock formation and just stood there not caring that Tommy was coming up there with him.

"Tommy I've waited so fucking long, Tommy I have been waiting for over a decade in near darkness" he said and as the sun came into view he had a thought "This is my sunrise, this is my sunrise, This is mine, This is mine Tubbo!" He yelled looking at the two boys "This isn't fucking yours Wil" Tommy said glaring at him "and, and, and Ranboe?" He said questioningly as he read the Namepin on the the guys shirt "Pull yourself together Wil, and it's Ranboo to you, you fucking asshole" Tommy muttered as he stepped down off of the rock, he started laughing again "Some new faces, ok ok, some new faces. Tommy's got a pet sheep now oh that's interesting" he said as he got off of the rock and started to make his way out of the pit "No Wil, no this is your sheep '' Tommy called after him but he ignored it.

His wings twitched wanting to be let out of their bandaged confines, he sighed as he headed towards a little shack that he built during the first L'Manburg war, it was far from the main server but not to far that it would take 7 hours to get there, it only took 2 and a half at best. When he got there he was surprised to see it still standing as no one had grieved it and stole from it, he went inside and sighed as he took his coat and shirt off unraveling the bandages on his chest revealing his small Fluff and Down covered Feathered wings, at the moment they were a pale gray looking like nothing but two balls of fluff on his back but when he turns 18 he'll get his adult feathers being the colors of a dark black and blue with speckles of white along the feathers. He stretched his torso, arms, legs and wings as his body had been stiff since waking in the pit. He shook his wings out and went to grab some food from the kitchen and again was surprised when the food was still in good condition, he grabbed some bread and threw himself on the couch, some may wonder why a 15 year old was all by himself taking care of himself, fighting in wars, becoming presidents, Dying and then being revived. And all in all looking like he was 23, well to those questions he has simply replied with Fuck off and flipping them off for good measure because in truth he didn't know why he looked older but he knows he's 15 maybe it was the type of owl he was, he has the wings of a greater sooty owl.

He would have asked all of these questions to his parents but there is a problem with that he doesn't have any, when his tiny feeble brain started to gain memory function he had been alone so that's all he knew. Yes he could have told somebody but by the time he was 15 they would have thought he was telling a joke or lying, or worse they would have believed him and then hence would have given him a look of pity and offer him things or a family or a home, he didn't need pity he didn't want pity.He has been doing this on his own since he could remember and walk. That's the only good thing his so-called parents had done. They fought him to walk. He himself had to learn how to read and write. It wasn't that hard if you knew where to look for things to help you.

He sighed as he finished the bread and laid back on the cushions of the couch, closing his eyes. Today was eventful and he was exhausted. Who knew being revived took so much energy out of a person.