DSMP/MCYT oneshots

Fuck This Bullshit (fuck this pt. 2)

Fuck this bullshit. Wilbur knew it was his fault Tommy was gone. If he hadn't left the room, if he had hurried, if he hadn't let Tommy go out in the first place, he would be fine. He would still have his baby brother. It was his fault.

Why had he left Tommy alone??

Wilbur had finally allowed Philza and Techno to take Tommy away from him, his legs now soaked with Tommy's blood. Wilbur weakly got up, wandering to his room, his mind blank, his eyes unseeing.

He pulled off his bloody pants, dropping them in the bathroom and cleaned the rest of the blood off of his bare legs before grabbing a new pair of pants. He sat on the end of his bed, no longer crying because he couldn't feel anything anymore.

Fuck this bullshit.

Techno came in without knocking, sitting on the bed next to Wilbur, looking over at him. Wilbur refused to look back, his eyes glued to his legs.

"Are you ok?" Techno asked.

Wilbur didn't respond. If he spoke, he would start crying again. Better to feel numb than to feel anything else.

"Wilbur..."

"Stop, Tech, please?" Wilbur managed, his breath catching in his throat.

Techno sighed slightly and stood up. "I'm sorry, I miss him too."

A tear dropped off the end of Wilbur's nose as he looked down, his hair falling in his eyes.

Techno left, closing the door quietly behind him.

This was his fault, it was all Wilbur's fault. He shouldn't have left. If he had stayed with Tommy, everything would be fine. This was preventable, Wilbur was sure.

Fuck this bullshit.

The burst of agony Wilbur felt faded into numbness again as he pictured Tommy over and over again. Flashes of him bleeding out mixed in with other memories.

Playing outside in the woods when Tommy was still really small, him and Tubbo tripping over one another while Wilbur watched, giggling.

Tommy, curled up in Phil's arms, sobbing in pain as the arrow stuck out of his chest.

Tiny Tommy jumping on Techno's back at Wilbur's instruction while their older brother tried to garden with their dad.

Tommy's shallow breath as his pierced lungs failed.

Wilbur sneaking into Tommy's room late at night and climbing into his baby brother's bed as they giggled, hiding under the covers together while their dad pretended to not know about their mini sleepover.

Wilbur shook with suppressed sobs, just realizing he wasn't breathing. He sucked in a breath of air, gasping around his tears as he struggled to breathe. He wanted Tommy back.

He didn't want comfort, he didn't want anything, all he wanted was his brother back.

Fuck this bullshit. Wilbur was going to find who had killed Tommy, and he was going to rip them limb from limb until they begged for death, and even then Wilbur wasn't going to let them die.

He would do anything for his brother.

Including murder.

Maybe if he had murdered someone in a ritual sacrifice it would have given Tommy more time.

Obviously that was a fantasy, but the violent thoughts helped Wilbur cope a little.

He would do anything for his brother.

Including following him into death.

But first he was going to find who had hurt his brother. And they were going to pay.