Traitor {a dsmp story!}

1; The Fight

Emmm im totally not gonna murder wilbur shit
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how
It all started at Technoblade's funeral. It was a rainy day and everyone in the DSMP gathered around.

"We lost a worthy soilder recently. His brave, confident and trustworthy spirit will be with us forever. He won't be forgotten as he made a true mark in our smp." Dream stated, kneeling down to his grave.  He put his hand on the gravestone and held back his sobs.

Cries and sniffles could be heard from the audience due to the loss of their beloved recruiter.

Tommy stood up when dream sat. He stepped over to the stone, the mud squelching under his boots. He was wearing a certain sword in his belt. Techno's sword.

As funny as it sounds, his sword, "The Orphan Obliterator", was placed next to his grave in the ground. His royal cape, dressed on his tomb.

"As much as you wanted to fight me, you cared about me. About all of us. You really cared about us all. I'll miss you, I'm sure we all will." Tommy sobbed. His friend, the person he looked up to, gone. But he will always be there. For everyone. For the Dream SMP.

When the funeral ended, everyone was a mix of upset, stuffy and just worked up. George and Dream met up outside of the DSMP. The area in which they forbid anybody from going to. It was out of boundaries since it was out of range of the whole area.

"George, you know how important of a role you take in the DSMP. We made it together, I'm sure we can find a solution for everyone's sorrow. As I'm also upset, we can't just live in sadness because of a death. Techno was a huge rolemodel but.." Dream stopped. He stared around into the woods across the river, a baby fox sleeping on a fallen log.

"Dream?" George waved his hand in front of dream's face. "You know it's not all over. It's not like we killed him? You know Technoblade died worthy and he didn't deserve his death. You know that Dream." George stared up at Dream, his eyes filled with anger.

"I know, George. It's just hard. We've had two deaths this month." Dream urged. "It's hard to concentrate when we've had people upset."

"We were only upset the first tim-" George started until interrupted.

"You do not talk about him." Dream grabbed george's arm. "Come in we're going back." He dragged George by his arm and threw him onto the grass next to a well.

"Sorry, George. I'll see you tomorrow at the meeting." Dream marched away, around a corner not to be seen.

George sat on the grass, scrunching bunches of grass into his hands in anger. He couldn't be rude to him though, he brung the SMP with Dream. He couldn't sabotage him like that. He stood up, took a heavy sigh and sat on the side of the well. He got his sunglasses and put them on his head.

Tommy

Tommy was asleep, having a nightmare or more so a flashback. He tossed and turned in his bed, sweating and groaning, on the verge of tears.

flashback

"Tommy, don't!" Wilbur shouted, falling backwards.

"I won't listen to a worthless pathetic person like you! You don't deserve the glory you get! I hate you!" Tommy screamed, It was night and Dream put soundproof doors on every building, so nobody heard their fight. "Pathetic! You're just pathetic! All you are is a bitchy joke!"

"Tom stop! You don't have to hurt me, there's another way for this!" Wilbur stumbled backwards, travelling closer to the ledge. He fell again.

"No! I'll kill you! I don't care what I have to do! I'll beat you down under my shoe!" Tommy singed his sword out of its scabbard.

"Tommy! Just listen to me!"

The night suddenly got darker, gloomy clouds surrounding the SMP. Rain started to pour, bouncing violently off the pebble filled path. Tom gripped onto the handle of his sword, lifted it above his head and sliced across Wilbur's cheek. The blood of the unworthy dripped off the tip of his toledo.

Wilbur, panicky, scurried further back, reaching the ledge.

"Fuck you, bastard!" Tommy screamed, crying angrily, blood boiling. He kicked wilbur, causing him to fall off the ledge, he stomped on Wilbur's leg, catching him.

"Tommy! Please..." Wilbur shakily begged.

"Fuck you!" Tommy grabbed Wilbur's leg and pulled him onto the ground. He held his sword high. "You're a pathetic man. Or can I even call you a man. You're a monster!" Tommy didn't think about how his actions would come back for him. Wilbur was like an older brother for Tommy, but he did disgusting things.

He slashed through Wilburs chest. Tears poured from his eyes as if it was a never ending waterfall. His eyes piercing into Wilbur's. "You. Stupid. Bitch!" He stabbed until his arms went numb. he lifted his sword and slashed further down his chest, picking it up and stabbing his throat.

He took a shaky deep breath. Blood splattered on his face. He stared at Wilbur's lifeless body. He forced his sword out of Wilbur's chest and singed through his legs and arms. He picked up his sword for the final time, and slashed through Wilbur's eye, taking it out as if a spear.

He kicked Wilbur's foot and he hit the rocks and boulders and drifted off into the river. His soaking blood, trailing behind him being filtered by the intense waterfall.

Flashback over
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LOL CLIFFHANGER BITCH‼️

angsty ahhh mf?