An eye for vengeance

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January 30. (125 days since)

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Finally, Wilbur had managed to get some food down him, and go back home. Technoblade was releived. It wasn't easy, having such a lost cause as a brother, he understood it wasn't Wilbur's fault but, this whole quackity thing was getting silly.

Tommy cracked open a can of coke and plopped himself on technos bed. "Watcha doinn?"

Techno sighed and lifted his head from his desk slightly, "Trying to work out how to please Wilbur."

"Tch. Good luck with that, you'd have to bring, you know who, back."

"Exactly Tommy. Exactly." He dragged his finger down the pages of a book, reading the lines quietly out loud to himself.

"Soo your gonna revive Big Q? Doesn't that have like- MAJORRR consequences? Tubbo said you have to-" the blond rambled.

Techno leant back in his chair, clicking his back, "Yes Tommy, it does have major consequences. And what Toby said probably isn't true, you guys are both like , fourteen." he pulled his long pink hair into a plait and scrawled something down into an empty notepad.

Tommy wasn't letting the subject go. "Seventeen, actually. But won't Big Q loose his memory? There's basically no point, itll be like him and Wil were never together anyway."

"Only 5 years of it, but let's just leave that for Wilbur to figure out, okay? I'm halfway through the process. I've gotten rid of the ghost, now Quackity should just be in limbo waiting."

"So, you're actually going through with it?"
Tommy sounded hesitant, like all this wasn't a good idea. In his opinion, it's probably safer not to mess with life and death. Dead people are probably dead for a reason. He wasn't superstitious or anything , something about the dead being brought back alive just- freaked him out.

"Tom, I know you don't like the concept of revival, but, I don't think Wilbur's going to get any better. This is the least I can do for him."

"That's not true! This is the most you could do ! And it's dangerous- if it goes wrong and Big Q turns out to be some psycho - living - dead killer, then what?!"

"Then I'll handle it, but that's not going to happen. He doesn't even have the heart to kill an enemy, let alone his friends."

Tommy sighed in defeat and fell back into the mattress. "When will it be done?"

"I've finalised the plan, I'll collect him from his grave tomorrow evening, and bring him here. Don't tell Wilbur, I have that sorted."

"Great so we'll just have Big Q in our house on his own? Where's he gonna sleep?"

"Oh, about that. Dad told me to tell you that you have to clear out all your junk from Wilbur's room."

Tommy groaned and rolled off the bed before dragging himself to do said chore. Bags full of clothes, broken weapons, and previously loved toys sat around what once was his older brothers room. The walls were chipped in places, and one had cracks from where Phil had re-sealed the plaster, after Wilbur had punched it.

Wills things were still there. There was photos everywhere, hes a sentimental person. Anything that had the slightest sentimental value to him was messily stuck onto a wall or balanced on a shelf or drawer top.

There was several photos of Tommy and him, him and techno, even some of techno, Tommy, and Phil , he probably took them. There was loads of him and Quackity.

He also had lots of mini models, trinkets, books, and figurines.

After all, it was their childhood home. Phil had owned the house for years, but just hadn't lived there for a while. All of Wilbur's things were completely how he'd left them, besides the photos of him and Q, not that he'd remember.