(TW: graphic description of torture)
Wilbur had a few complaints for the guards. He wasn't a fan on how they shoved him into the cold cell.
He didn't know who he would hand his complaint to though. Considering it's most likely Tommy is never going to talk to him again.
He hated that.
He hated what had just happened.
Wilbur thought back in the events. He thought back to the animalistic smile on Tommy's face as a man lost his life.
He thought back to the uncontrollable rage in his eyes when they made eye contact.
It reminded him of himself at Pogtopia. His worst fears were coming true. Tommy was becoming Wilbur.
The thought gripped on Wilbur's heart and yanked it from his body.
He paced around the cell. He didn't have the brain capacity to look around him. His mind was taken over by Tommy.
He saw Phil and Techno had the same reaction. No one had any energy to speak or let alone think of anything other than the alien that was inhabiting Tommy.
Phil was slumped up against the bars of the cell. His head fell between the open space between the bars. While Techno was sat against the cold concrete wall.
Silence engulfed them. It was spreading throughout the cell like poisonous gas.
None of them knew what to say.
It felt like an hour before anyone said anything.
"I'd say that went better than expected" Techno groaned, rubbing his face.
Both Wilbur and Phil glared at him.
"What do you mean? We got thrown into jail" Wilbur growled.
Techno's hand dropped from his face and met Wilbur's glare with defeated eyes.
"Well I thought he might execute us or feed us to that hideous spider"
Wilbur crashed down on the single bed that sat in the corner. Dust spewed up as he made contact with it.
"Well I'm glad someone is optimistic about all this." He said, his anger still lingering through his words.
He failed. He failed his brother. He failed everyone.
The reminder swam in his mind as he swept his eyes over the broken remains of his family.
The crushed feeling radiated from all of them making the dark room feel a bit more dark.
Wilbur couldn't stop the thoughts of failure. They cursed him.
He thought back to the bright eyed boy who followed him around. He used to joke about how clingy his brother was but if Wilbur had to be honest. He enjoyed it.
He enjoyed spending time with Tommy. He enjoyed the warm presence his brother had.
In Pogtopia it was overwhelming but now, he would kill for that warmth.
Now when he looked at his brother he only saw the cold.
His brother was always a storm. Uncontrollable and unpredictable, but now Tommy was a full blown hurricane. Hell bent on causing destruction.
"We can save him" Phil whispered. His voice was broken.
Techno and Wilbur cast sad eyes on him.
"Can we? You saw him in there, he doesn't want to be saved" Wilbur's time echoed Phil's.
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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...
