Wilbur was better.
It took 2 years but finally the world around him had colour. The sun shone gold on his face, The green of the trees was vibrant and the white of the snow under his feet glowed a pearly light.
He spent a long time seeing the world in noir but now he was better.
He barely thought of L'manburg.
He never thought of the misery and the pain that was brought upon him and the people he cared about.
He headed downstairs with his usual pep in his step.
The smell of bacon attacked.
"Phil, I can't believe you're cooking Techno's brethren." He said with a smirk. His eyes locked on his brother who sat reading on the couch.
Wilbur heard a chuckle come from his father.
"It's not like he doesn't deserve it after that run in with the orphan" Phil responded , also staring at the Piglin.
"No, that was your fault Phil." Techno started, his eyes not leaving his book "You know my thoughts on orphans"
It was like this every morning now. Bit of light banter to start the morning was all the motivation he needed for the long day of farming and trading.
2 years ago when Wilbur would enter the room both adults would fall silent, The worry would turn the air to smoke and clog Wilbur's lungs. Now they didn't have to worry. He had no more thoughts of death.
But that doesn't mean he was fully okay. His thoughts only consisted of the missing brother.
He missed Tommy, He knew Tommy was better off without him.
He hadn't heard anything about L'manburg but Wilbur knew that Tommy would be standing by Tubbo's side. He knew his brother would be okay.
It didn't lift the guilt he felt for leaving him behind. Even if he knew that Tommy wouldn't leave Tubbo behind.
"That doesn't mean you get to scare the shit out of the poor kid, He was just looking to sell newspapers" Phil's words brought Wilbur back from his thoughts. His tone wasn't lecturing but more soft.
Techno let out a small huff that Wilbur knew was his version of a laugh.
"it's fine. What's he going to do, tell his parents?" He said "And plus i thought we don't want ot know any news from the Dream SMP, I did us a favor. Maybe now they will stop annoying us"
Phil dropped it and turned back to his cooking.
Wilbur sat on the couch and pulled out his journal. He called it his journal but mainly just wrote letters for Tommy that he would never send.
He didn't know how to start. He never did. What would he say?
'Hey Tommy, hope you're doing well because i am'
He could already imagine the cussing out he would receive.
That's if Tommy would even want to talk to Wilbur. He wouldn't blame him if he didn't. After everything he did to his little brother.
Wilbur was snapped out his thoughts again by a caw.
He turned to see a crow sat at the open window sill.
a letter sticking out of his mouth. Phil smiled at the bird and made his way over to it. He gave it a pet before it flew away.
His smile faded as he read through it. He looked up with a face of a fear.
"We need to go now" he said, his voice was bitter.
Techno turned around at that and squinted at Phil while Wilbur burst up from the couch and quickly made his way over to Phil.
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Chained by Blood and War
FanfictionTommy was like Icarus. He was soaring ever closer to the sun. He didn't notice his wings melting. He didn't care until he came plummeting to the earth. The air filled his lungs one more time as he hit the ground. He opened his eyes to find that ever...
