Red-coon

why...

So angst.

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3rd person:

After the shock of the ghost blew over with the ghost dissapering Tommy started to fight. He ran at flame full speed with his axe drawn

He watched him power up, seeing his horns grow and light up with fire, same with his tail and claws "come at me Tommy! " he screamed as he got into a fighting position.

Tommy felt something in his hand. He gripped it realizing it was a glass bottle

It's a fire resistance pot

A voice in Tommys head rung before explaining how to use it.

Tommy took a small detour when going for flame to take out 404 which was pretty easy as his power doesn't work in Tommy anymore.

He quickly tied him up before throwing the fire res down and running at flame

He chuckled "you think a little bit of water will stop me? DID YOU FORGET YOURSELF?! " he screamed cocky as hell as Tommy ran towards him

Flame aimed his hands and it wasn't long before a circle of fire flew out and towards Tommy.

Tommy darted through it like a fucking champ with only a little bit of his hair burning off a bit "THANKS FOR THE HAIR CUT! " Tommy screamed as he jumped up using the bottom of the axe to hit flame and knock him out.

"That was easy.. " Tommy muttered as he looked at techno who's jaw was dropped " HOW-?! WHAT? - HEH??! " He studdered out with confusion

"Don't ask about it" Tommy said letting his eyes wander to the injured wilbur

"Wil! " Tommy cried out as he shot towards him and sliding down to be next to him.

"I'm fine" wilbur said wiping the blood dripping from his mouth making tears prick Tommys eyes "your not okay! What happened?! Did dream do that?! " he frantically shouted

"Mate... You did that.. " Phil said causing Tommys whole world to stop

"i hurt wilbur? i hurt my brother? i hurt a human? No way I did that! It and to be another raccoon hero named Tommy! It had to of!" Tommy thought out aloud

"No mate... You let dream get you and he made you stab wilbur.. "

. . . . . . .

Tommys whole word came crashing down in thoughts moments. He felt something sliky materialize in his hand.

It's my friendship bandana from tubbo, you can use it to apply pressure to his wound..

The voice in his head said with a shaky voice

Tommy waisted no time in setting the bandana on his wound and applying pressure on it as tears fell from his eyes.

"I'm sorry wil! " he cried out as he pressed the bandana around the olders abominable(??) "It's okay Tommy.. " he said cupping Tommys cheek with his hand and wiping the tears.

Phil was also crying he knew he wouldn't make it much longer " I'm tired.. " wil stated as his eyes started to close

"Don't close your eyes! We need you alive! " Phil said with his eyes widening "Phil it's cold.. " he muttered attempting to keep his eyes open

"I know, you just need to hang on a bit longer sweetie.. " Phil said brushing the hair from Wilbur's face

"I'll see you on the other side" Wilbur said letting g his eyes drop shut "no wil! Open your eyes! " Tommy cried out but got no response "wil?" He asked "Wilbur! " he repeated louder "he's g-gone Tommy.. " Phil said wiping the single tear that fell from Wilbur's eye

Suddenly it was all cold to Tommy, no warn feeling he felt around Wilbur "no! " he cried out letting all his tears fall "FUCK" he whailed out banging on Wilbur's chest trying to get him to wake up and it was all a prank... But to no avail

Wilbur's body was just icey cold with no warm feeling form before, just the man's corpse laying in the hands of his father and brother figure..

"WHY! " Tommy screamed with agony catching technos attention. He spun around and saw Tommy crying into Wilbur's chest, he looked at Wilbur to see no color in his face and no rising chest

"W-wil?" He muttered walking over to them. He looked at Wilbur's lifeless body and the voices exploded

BLOOD

KILL

NO SURVIVORS.

NOOO WILBURRRR

BLOOD.

BLOOD!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

KILL THEM!

He gave in, letting them take control as he saw the finilliar red and as if mind control he ran towards dream swinging his ace like crazy

"YOU MADE HIM DO IT!. "

"HE'S DEAD CUZ OF YOU! "

"YOU'LL ROT FOR THIS! " techno screamed at dream with the warm salty tear running down his cheeks leaving marks that will be there but just no visible

Dream was doing the best he could to make distance between him and techno but time was hard as techno just swung and swung and swung like he just was a puppet.

Dream finally managed to get a good enough foot distance between  the two before speaking in the most deadly tone known to all of lmanburg

"Was it me? Or was it the boy, it was him and the sword he wielded that killed him.. " He said and as the words reached technos ears he turned around with wide eyes and started at the blonde sobbing over Wilbur's body..

His.. Fault??

HIS FAULT!

HIS FAULT

HIS FAULT

HIS FAULT

They chanted and techno ran for Tommy