wilbur soot x y/n

Chapter Thirty-Six

Suddenly we were all packing up. And we were leaving. And the meetup was ending.

"Did you grab my 'Worlds Best President' mug from the kitchen?" Wilbur called out, grabbing things from the bathroom and doing a last check to make sure we hadn't forgotten anything.

"Uh, no. I think I packed it in my bag, though. You can check." I called from the closet, grabbing some clothes and packing them up in a separate bag. I sighed gently as I took a look around the room. I wouldn't pick up the blanket I had left next to my Techno plushy until we were about to leave. But the thought of leaving made my stomach sink.

"Alright!" Wilbur replied, waking me from my thoughts. I threw my remaining clothes into my bag and sighed. Wilbur looked up as I sat on the bed and looked around. "Everything okay?" He asked gently.

I nodded, but I was still annoyed that it came to an end too quickly. 

"Just.. sad." I murmured before zipping up my bag with my clothes and stuff before zipping up my other bag that has all my streaming stuff and Wilbur's president cup.

Wilbur nodded, clearly understanding. He hugged me and pressed a kiss against my forehead.

"Everybody ready?" Phil yelled from the front door, a backpack on each shoulder and dragging around a suitcase.

I sighed and grabbed my bags. I still had my pride flag in my backpack as well as two hoodies- one of which is Techno's that I stole before he can do anything.

"When the story's good, the ending comes far too soon." I murmured to Wilbur, looking at him with sad eyes. "Right?"

He nodded and hugged me one last time before we looked around and left. Left to a whole new world. A whole new beginning. A beginning where I was horrified and absolutely thrilled at the same time.

We piled into a van far too early in the morning. Skeppy and Bad were yawning and leaning against each other. Puffy and Niki were giggling gently as they listened to music. Apparently Puffy wanted to stay behind with Niki for a few more weeks. Her excuse was 'We never see each other and I miss her' but it was so obvious it was much deeper than that. The thought alone made my heart pound and tears well up.

Why? I don't know. I had my own amazing boyfriend. I think it was really fear. Fear that our friend group will split apart the moment the Dream SMP ends. I'm not in the slightest ready for that, but I suppose I can stay in contact with my own true friends form here.

I turned and looked to George who sat down and was watching a video of Dream. He had obviously been devastated that he had been so hateful. He sighed gently and looked around again, maybe looking for him.

Karlnapity were all leaning on each other, Sapnap and Karl smiling and leaning against each other, Quackity asleep between them. They looked so happy. And now I was more scared. This entire friend group had so much to loose if we split apart. I suppose that's life, though. The thought that I nearly lost this maybe three or four weeks ago because a random fit of anger made my heart pound.

I sighed softly, watching as Mumza scrolled through her phone and pressed a kiss on Dadza's forehead as he fell asleep against her.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Wilbur whispered, looking down at me again. I shrugged gently, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"I'm kinda scared, I'm not gonna lie." I replied, knowing he knows exactly what I mean. We've talked about this before. The fear now runs deep in him as well.

He nodded and ran his fingers through my hair. I smiled gently at the thought, but couldn't sleep. It was practically impossible. In fact, I heard his breath grow slower and his hand relax not five minutes later.

I decided to start playing some music over my earbuds and try to absorb all of the energy and love from this one van alone. But it was impossible for me. There was so much of it that I simply couldn't take all of it in.

About an hour later, we reached the dreaded airport and I sighed gently before waking Wilbur.

"Love, we're leaving." I whispered after putting my earbuds up. Puffy was now trying to gently wake Niki by giving her a small kiss on the forehead. It worked. She woke with a pink face that was similar to her hair.

Wil woke up a moment later and grabbed his bag, not wanting to keep the driver waiting. Everybody climbed out and started inside. We were able to check in our luggage and go through security together, but after that we were forced to separate.

It was horrible.

It ended with teary goodbyes and hugs. Smiles and gentle kisses from long-distance lovers were shared. It was overall devastating.

I ran into Techno and gave him a huge hug, trying to not sob. He rubbed my back gently in an attempt to soothe me. It hardly worked, but we had to go. The UK group were needing to go.

"Goodbye." I murmured and waved to Techno one last time. He waved back with a sad smile and I broke into tears as we walked to the gate. Wilbur tried to soothe me as we waited for ten or fifteen minutes for everybody else to get on.

I finally got control of myself and wiped the tears before the flight attendants questioned why I was sobbing.

We got into the plane, onto our seats, and now we're off. The flight wasn't the worst flight in the world. It was still an overall four hours of torture, but I spent the time sleeping, listening to music, and writing. And editing, of course, but I didn't spend much time on that. I mainly wrote while listening to music. It was nice and relaxing to listen to music and write about the adventures of the SMP. It was great.

And then we landed. When we landed, we all had to say goodbye. Eret had to take another flight. Fundy had to take another flight. George was driving back to London. It was all falling down, but then again, when was it not?

Wilbur, Niki, Puffy, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and I were all making our way back to Brighton. Ranboo would be leaving the UK in three weeks, but he was still stuck with us. Which was amazing.

We eventually reached home and I threw my bags on the floor, glad to be back. I jumped into our bed, Wilbur teasing me gently before he began to put everything up for me.

And it ended simply. All friends were safe. All relationships were happy. Life was amazing. Perhaps some parts were sad, but we're all safe. We're all okay. It may have been difficult saying goodbye to Techno for the last time. It may have been sad when I tried to end it. But overall, it was amazing. Overall, I'm happy.

Something that I've learned a painful amount of times is that good story's often come to an end painfully soon. But wasn't it a good story while it lasted?