Igniting a darkened flame. // SBI

It's like you needed me.

"I love you Tommy." 

It had been said by Purpled when he was only seven years old after they had run on to the streets together.

"I love you Toms I'm so proud of you!" 

It had been said by Ranboo when he was 10 years old and had first gotten his powers.

"But I love you." 

Tubbo had said it some desperate plea when he was visiting him at jail.

"Toms, you know I love you right?"

Wilbur.

Wilbur had whispered it too him when he has cried about Purpled's death.

Wilbur was meant to be his brother through out all of this, his anchor.

And he left him to sink.

"Hey kid." A soothing voice called to him.

He looked up to see the now unmasked Jester with a hand on his door frame. 

"Wilbur left if it makes you feel better."

"It doesn't." He murmured quietly.

He heard a sigh and heard footsteps approach the bed he was sitting on. Jester had given him to Karl at first, telling the man to keep him safe and then he was guided to a plain looking bed room. 

He felt the bed dip as someone sat next to him. A warm hand landed on his shoulders, rubbing circles into his back. It didn't feel the same, it wasn't Wilbur.

The memory of the man pained him. Some gut wrenching grief at the loss of another. But Wilbur wasn't dead, he was alive and that was a problem. As long as he lived Tommy could never stop loving Wilbur. No matter who he killed.

"How'd you meet Wilbur kid?" The question caught Tommy off guard causing him to just simply blink at the man.

"I can tell my story first if you want." He continued.

He still stared at Jester dumbfoundedly, not believing the man was so willing to share such private things with him.

"Kid?" There man said tilting his head slightly. 

"Oh uh." He paused, Jester was willingly here, no one was forcing him. And he seemed to have a history with Mus- Wilbur. "I'll tell mine."

Jester shot him a comforting smile.

"It was a while ago now maybe two months ago, I was visiting a friend whose.. sick at the hospital, apparently Wilbur was friends with her as well and exchanged numbers and ever since we've been- I mean we were friends."

Jester shuffled over to him slightly, humming in thought for a second.

"Prometheus have you ever noticed strange things about Wilbur?"

"Yeah he's a villain." He said it sarcastically but he pulled his knees to chest tighter.

Jester let out a dry laugh before continuing.

"No I mean before all this. When you guys were ordinary friends, did he ever act strange? At all?"

Tommy frowned slightly, Wilbur was always a great friend to him. He was kind, gentle,  he knew how to comfort Tommy and he reminded him regularly how much he meant to him.

The pain in his chest where Wilbur had stepped on him spiked in pain, as if it was questioning if he truly believed that.

"No, Wilbur was nice to me." He frowned harder.

"Did he ever keep you from seeing other people? Or get angry when you were busy? Did he ever try keeping you too himself." The villain asks again and this time..