One Normal Night

Chapter 16;; The Death of Suto (COMFORT ENDING NOT CANON!! 🎉🎉)

Wilbur pulled the journal out of Suto's hand, and immediately moved back. Away from her. 

He huffs, getting up on his feet and opening the journal.

 

Suto didn't plan for this, she wasn't planning for her puppet, her character to rebel against her.

 

He opens to where a pen was, and looks over at the writing. Suto could only watch in horror, as a glint of something sinister is seen in his eyes.

 

“Well, Suto, what's a fair punishment for everything you caused me?” he says, looking up to her.

 

“You know nothing of what you're doing! Nothing, Wilbur! You can't just erase me or fucking anything like that!! I am your god, your creator! You would be nothing without me!” Suto snapped back.

 

Wilbur just shrugged, and started writing in the journal.

“I'd like to beg to differ.” he says, as he eventually finished writing. Suto moved back a little, as a hole formed under her. She fell, falling down a pitch black hole. The only thing she saw up was the white void.

 

The very void where she had control, suddenly was under new management.

And she hit the bottom, where she was impailed by several shards that were sticking it. Her eyes widen, as she immediately died. Crimson blood trickled down the shards, as Wilbur looked down.

 

In another life, he would've felt bad. But, she made him so null to that, that it didn't phase him.

 

He just smiled in satisfaction.

 

He moved back, looking in the journal at the writing.

How much of his life was fake, he wondered.

 

He immediately shakes it off, flipping to where he was written to be with the Narrator. Most seemed scripted out, but others like where he went into Minecraft with Tommy or where the Narrator was nice in general wasn't scripted out.

 

He couldn't help, but to feel a pull to return back.

 

“I'm coming home, Tommy” he says to himself in the empty, white void. He sits on the ground and begins to write.

 

Writing out how he was going back to Tommy, and the Narrator. Writing out how he'll keep his memories, and that he'll live on with or without the journal.

 

Eventually, he feels himself slowly fade away, his vision shifting a little.

He starts to see the white void slowly fade into the office.

 

He was back.

He held the journal in his hand, getting up and walking around.

 

It felt oddly silent. He wasn't used to it.

 

And then,

 

“Narrator, is he going to be back?” Tommy asked. His voice raspy as he sniffled.

“I, don't know Tommy,.” the Narrator says.

 

Both haven't realized he was not too far, watching. His body wasn't there, but it broke him to see Tommy so broken.

He choked up on a tear, before clearing his throat.

The room goes silent, and the atmosphere seem to shift rapidly.

 

Tommy looks over to Wilbur, and his eyes widen.

 

“Wilbah!!” Tommy says, running up to him. Wilbur could burst into tears, tears of so many emotions. He puts the journal down and picks up Tommy in a hug. Tommy sobbed in his shoulders, hugging him tightly.

 

“Oh my goodness, Wilbur, you're back!” the Narrator says, in an upbeat tone. He sounded like he was crying a little earlier.

 

Wilbur could only smile, hugging Tommy and patting his head. 

 

“I was scared Wilby, I...I..” Tommy tried to say. But he couldn't speak over his tears. Wilbur comforts him, rocking back and forth to comfort Tommy. 

 

“Deep breaths Tommy, I'm here okay? I'm here for you now.” he says softly, as Tommy slowly calms down.

 

“What a marvelous comeback Wilbur, this should have its own day, it's own celebration. A reunion party.” the Narrator says, chuckling lightly. Wilbur laughs a little. 

 

Wilbur never felt much more welcomed here, in utter bliss at the moment. 

 

He felt, at peace.

 

Peace at last, free from the clutches of unfair watchers. Unpleased gods.

 

He was free, finally.

He had his brother, and both had the Narrator.

Wilbur didn't have to feel like he was forced to be a stuckup president of a nation, now he can feel more like himself.

 

Something he hasn't done, in a long time. Be himself, and happy.

 

They did so much afterwards, making the game their home, enjoying the Narrator's rambles and stories, going to different games.

 

Tommy grew n the game, aging. And each year it would be a blast of a birthday, sponsored by Wilbur and the Narrator.

 

Wilbur eventually explained everything to the Narrator and Tommy, so they'd understand what had happened before. The Narrator then took the journal to store it away, to never let it be used by anyone ever again. Good or bad, but no one would use it again.

 

And that's how it ends. Wilbur has a good life with a good family he not only already had but grew close to. He was safe and free, and made sure no one else would be a puppet to Suto.

 

No matter what.

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And Wilbur wonders to himself at times, of what would've happened if he never defeated Suto.