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"Tommy?" The Prince gently knocked on his younger brother's door, listening.

"Go away, Wil!" Tommy cried out.

Wilbur froze, was Tommy crying? "You have three seconds to open this goddamn door, or I'm coming in." The brunette spoke firmly, ensuring that his brother knew that he was not joking around this time. He was done playing those damn games.

"One."

He could hear soft sniffles.

"Two."

He placed his hand on the doorknob.

"Two and a half."

He slowly turned it.

"Three."

Wilbur pushed the door open, his eyes widening at the sight of the younger Prince. His heart dropped as he rushed over to him, kneeling down beside him. "No, no, Tommy. Tommy, fucking look at me." He grabbed his shoulders gently but firmly, making him lift his head. "What the hell happened to you, Toms?" His voice cracked, tears welling up in his eyes as he took in the condition of his brother.

There were cuts and bruises galore, decorating his skin in various places. Wilbur could hardly count them all. He wanted to throw up. "Hey, Toms...please tell me what happened..." Wilbur urged softly, trying to maintain eye contact with the blonde.

"Dream..." Tommy finally got out, making Wilbur freeze.

"Wha—" Wilbur nearly choked. "What?"

"Dream did it..." Silent tears rolled down his little brothers face.

"That bastard." The Prince sneered lowly, quickly but gently wiping away the tears from Tommy's face. "It's gonna be okay, Tommy. I promise." He pulled him into a gentle hug, and Tommy accepted it.

"I promise."

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Wilbur marched through the town, Quackity by his side. The crown Prince looked like a man on a mission, and by the gods he would finish it. He ignored the stares of the townspeople, he knew they were curious. After all, they thought he was dead or confined to the castle. But they were wrong. So incredibly wrong.

"Where the fuck is he?" Wilbur threw the bar doors open, knowing he would find that piece of shit in there. "Dream, where the hell are you?" He looked around, spotting the dirty blonde hiding out in the corner. He was most definitely drunk.

He hadn't pushed Tommy to say exactly what happened, all he needed to know was right in front of him. The bruises and wounds were evidence enough. He could have the man executed, or tortured. But he wanted to handle it by himself this time. He wouldn't fail at this task. Not like he had failed everything else.

Wilbur marched over to him, jerking him out of his chair by his collar, making him cry out in surprise. "You hurt my little brother, now I'm going to hurt you." He sneered menacingly, dragging him out of the building. He could hear the people chittering and gasping in surprise. It thrilled him. He had power over these people.

"Wait! Wait, I didn't do a single thing!" Dream slurred out, struggling to get away. Wilbur ignored his cries, dragging him out to the town square. There were still blood stains on the concrete, and Wilbur was about to make more.

"Will you shut the hell up!?" The brunette threw him down onto the concrete, stomping down onto his arm to pin him there. Quackity's presence was calm and reassuring, it gave him confidence. Satisfaction coursed through him as he heard Dream groan in agony, watching as he feebly tried to pull away again.

Wilbur gazed around at the crowd that had gathered, some were horrified at the sight, others were surprised, but some enjoyed it. "People of L'Manburg!" Wilbur's voice rang out cold and clear. "This man has committed treason of the highest order by brutally harming your young Prince, Tommy Innit Craft!" The brunette was determined to turn all against this man. He had one goal in mind.

Break him and make him pay.

"So, I must ask you all," Wilbur continued. "Death?" He gazed around at them. "Or torture?" And to his surprise...torture was the popular answer.

"Wait- Wait! Please!" Dream begged. His emerald eyes were wide, filled with absolute dread and fear.

Pure terror.

"Torture it is! Now, who likes a good show?" The Prince grinned darkly, gesturing for Quackity to chain Dream's hands to the post. The same post that Wilbur had nearly died on. The same one that he was chained to as his wings were nearly ripped from his back.

Wilbur watched intensely as Quackity got to work, giving a nod of approval. "All good, Wilbur." The golden-winged Prince stepped back to Wilbur's side again as he spoke, giving a small grin.

"Fantastic, thank you my dear Quackity." Wilbur clasped his hands together and looked around. "Now then!" He gave a bright smile, it was almost sadistic. "Children, cover your eyes and ears." He cooed sweetly. "It's about to get messy!"

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Wilbur watched the blood drip down onto the white porcelain, painting it crimson. "I do hope the maids don't mind the stains on our clothing, I'm sure it's awful hard to get out." He looked over at Quackity who was already cleaned and dressed in stain-free clothing. Casual.

"I'm sure they'll just toss it out if it's too difficult," Quackity shrugged.

"What a waste..." He sighed, relaxing. He was exhausted after putting on a front for the townspeople and convincing himself that torturing the drunk bastard was the right thing to do. Public torture, a rarity for his liking. Why do something to someone else that he had done to him? Because the prick deserved it.

Wilbur dried his hands off, wetting the towel to wipe down his face. He would be surprised if the poor fool survived the hell that Wilbur had drug him through.

"Do you think Tommy would really be okay with what I've done?" The Prince questioned, worried that his younger brother would think worse of him now. Killed one brother and tortured an old friend. Who's next? He thought wearily.

"Why tell him?" The ravenette shook his head, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "If he asks, just tell him that he's locked up."

"But what if he—"

"Shh..." Quackity placed a finger on his lips, effectively silencing him. "Stop worrying." He whispered, pulling Wilbur down for a gentle kiss. "You're gonna start getting grey hairs, Mi pájaro cantor. So just relax."

Wilbur's face was flushed, his eyes widening a bit at the kiss. But he didn't hesitate to kiss back when Quackity pulled him in for another.

He wished they could stay like this forever. Together and relaxed. And though they would both deny it...

This was love.

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