One Normal Night

Chapter 12;; Hiraeth

As Wilbur continued to walk around, he couldn't help but to usually pay closer attention when the Narrator was going on one of his rambles about the code, or how he could make anything happen in this game.

It was, promising almost, to him.

“So, hypothetically, can you bring back my brother?”
Wilbur asked, almost with a hint of hope in his tone.

“Well, I can try” the Narrator said. Wilbur thought he was going to burst into tears. Tears of something he longed for so long. His brother. Tommy.

Someone who's seen him rise, someone who's seen his hurt. Someone who's been there in the good, the bad, the ugly, and until death separated both into their own afterlives.

Tommy, his hireath.
Something he longed for, the home he longed for.

“Yes, please” Wilbur said. Holding back so many emotions. If this worked, he at least could share this hell with Tommy, who for sure would make it better. He always does, being loud and bubbly.

He always had.

The Narrator shuffled through papers, looking for something. He cleared his throat. “I make no promises, but maybe if I could change the code, I could do it” he says, to himself mainly but it was audible enough for Wilbur to hear.

Silence for a few minutes.

“Ah-ha! That should work! Now, Wilbur, describe your brother to me, I should be able to do it now” the Narrator says. Wilbur couldn't contain his smile.

“He's 7, he had blonde hair and blue eyes, fair skin and white wings. He always liked this one red sweater and he would cherish it” Wilbur starts, making sure each thing was as detailed as possible. Describing from height to even personality, Wilbur was saying it all.

If Tommy was going to be back, it has to be his one. His brother. His Tommy. He missed him so dearly, it was fair.

The Narrator gives a hum, of acknowledgement. Once Wilbur was done, he was gasping for air. He didn't stop until he was done, and he felt faint.

“Well, let me just” the Narrator says, sighing as he gets to work.
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Silence.

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The silence was killing Wilbur. It was unbearable, eerie and it had the atmosphere tense and still. Like it too, knew what was happening.

Then, footsteps.
Against the carpet floor, running to him.
Wilbur's heart stopped, as he hoped it was who he think it was. He peers behind him to see someone.
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Tommy.
Who was standing not to far from Wilbur.
It was him.
Actually him, in the flesh.
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It wasn't a dream, it wasn't fake.
It was him.
He was alive, real.
Wilbur turns around completely, feeling his heart squeeze.
Like it could burst with joy.
He was tearing up, as a smile quivered onto his face.

“Tommy?” he says, his voice cracking. A smile on his face.

“Wilbah!!” Tommy says, running up to Wilbur. It was him. It was him. Wilbur gets on his knees to give Tommy a hug.

It was him.
The Tommy that he remembers.
His brother.
He was back, alive.

Tommy hugged Wilbur, smiling happily. Wilbur hugged Tommy back, sniffling. Softly crying as he held onto Tommy, like this was a dream. He needed to know that this was real, he wanted to make sure.

He looked at Tommy, tears rolling down his cheek. A smile was quivering on his face, as his lips seem to want to move to say something. Anything. Life was in his eyes as he looked up to Tommy, who looked at him with a smile. He wiped Wilbur's tears away.

“Wilby, why are you crying? What's wrong?" Tommy asked, concerned for his brother. “No, nothing, you're here. I'm happy. Happy to see you again” Wilbur says. He gave Tommy another hug, saying softly a thank you to the Narrator. Tommy hugs back.

The atmosphere was still, but no longer tense. It felt more welcoming now, as two brother reunite. Reunited after death, parted them. After fate was so harsh on them.
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Fate couldn't be so much harsher, and now it seems to have mercy.
Mercy on the two of them.
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“Wilbah, where are we” Tommy asked, looking around. “We're somewhere alright? We'll be out soon, I promise” Wilbur says, clearing his throat as he gets up. He picks Tommy up in his arms, smiling.
This was real.
Tommy was here.

Alive, safe and sound.
Like he always wanted it.
Like he promised himself, Tommy and Phil.
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“Such a cute kid, Wilbur” the Narrator says, content. Pleased. Tommy looked around for the source of the voice. “Wilbah who was that, and how does he know your name?” Tommy asked. Wilbur smiles, as the Narrator chuckled lightly.

“I'm the Narrator of this story, Tommy. I was the one to bring you here to Wilbur” the Narrator says warmly. Tommy seemed to gasp in awe.

“You brought me here?! Wow that's so cool, you're like a god! Like a really nice god not the watchers, they're mean” Tommy says. The Narrator laughed lightly. “I'm glad you see me as a 'nice god', but I'm not a god” the Narrator says.

“Well you are now Big Narra” Tommy says.
The Narrator couldn't help but to smile, liking the nickname.

“Narra” he repeats back softly, a nickname that'll stick to him for the rest of his life.
One that came from a child, one he seems to like.

He cherished that nickname in his heart.

“Right, where was I? Oh yes, ahem, well as I was saying I can change reality to how it is, as long as it runs in the code that is” the Narrator says. Tommy's eyes seem to light up, with a spark of curiosity.

“Like, games too?!” Tommy asked happily. Wilbur laughed a little, ruffling Tommy's hair.

“Yes! Do you have a recommendation of one perhaps, Tommy?” the Narrator asked. Tommy nods happily.

“Do you know the game Minecraft?! It's my favorite game! Can we go there?” Tommy asked overjoyed. The Narrator laughed. “Of course Tommy, give me a moment!” he says, humming softly. Tommy looks at Wilbur with a smile.

“Wilbah do you hear this, we can go into a game! This is so cool! Please stay friends with him Wilby, or I don't know what you have with him, don't lose him” Tommy says, smiling rather mischievously. Like he knows he could score a free life. Wilbur bursts into laughter.

“Tommy are you implying that I'm gay?” Wilbur asked, through his laughter. “You said it, not me!” Tommy teased back, smiling.

“What was that of me?” the Narrator says, as Wilbur's face went red. Not really knowing if he heard everything or the fact that Tommy just called him gay basically. “Nothing!-” “Wilbah thinks you're cute!” Tommy shouts. Wilbur bursts into laughter. “Well, I'm. I'm flattered to hear, this is new” the Narrator says, chucking. Wilbur went red, laughing. “Well, ahem apart from this, are you both ready?” the Narrator says, in a rather upbeat tone.

Tommy seemed so happy, like he couldn't actually believe his ears. He was wanting this for so long, to be in a game he loved. To be in a game he longed for to even play. He was happy. “Yes yes!” he says happily.

“Alright, here goes nothing!!” the Narrator says happily.