Replay || Minecraft Youtubers AU

Chapter 24

Wilbur POV
"Wake up, Princess!"

A rough, yet familiar voice startled me awake. I sprang up in a pool of cold sweat.

"Good, you're up," it called again.

Before me, there was a man facing toward a large window. He held an expensive wine glass in his hand.

"Schlatt," I said curtly.

The man turned and smirked, "Good, you remember me. You were the traveler after all."

"What do you want from me?" I spat, giving my most venomous tone.

He just raised a brow, "what makes you think I want something?"

Flashing a deadpan look, I scoffed, "because I'm not dead yet."

He laughed humorlessly before walking over. I shuffled backwards in response. He followed my movement, leaning closer to my face.

"Maybe I do want something. But more importantly, what do you want?" he asked, flashing an inquiring gaze. I felt myself tense up, remembering a vivid scene.

"You're angry right now, but once its gone, it'll leave you empty and alone."

"Shut up! I don't care! Just send me back!"

"What's it to you?" I responded sharply. He began smirking, before leaning close to my ear.

"You're angry, pal," he murmured, "I know you are."

I shoved him away forcefully. He stumbled for a second, before regaining balance. Straightening up, he started talking again.

"Just because you spent a couple weeks with him, doesn't mean anything, Wilbur. You only did because Deo wiped some of your memory. He's still the same guy. And he's bound to remember everything soon."

I began pressing my ears shut, "Shut up! You know nothing!"

He laughed darkly, "Do I know nothing? I know how Tommy died! I know why Techno went mad! How Phil disappeared!"

Tears began running down my face. I began remembering everything. Techno in a straitjacket, Tommy's funeral, Phil's mourning. My only friends. My family was torn apart, and he ran away to restart.

"You came here by yourself, looking for vengeance. You threatened Deo, not me. You have all your memories back now, yes?"

I didn't respond. My body felt impossibly numb.

"Skeppy isn't your friend. He's the guy who ruined everything and ran away."

Tommy POV:
I had already blinked hundreds of times before I realized my eyes were already opened. There was not a single trickle of light here. It was pitch black.

Worse, the ground was hard and clammy. The beds at camp weren't even this bad, and they were horrible! Not to mention, they had tied my hands up, so I couldn't even scratch the itch on my leg.

"The service here is horrible!" I yelled into the darkness. I hadn't expected to hear a response, but I did.

"Tell me about it. It gets worse on your 2nd week," a dry timbre rang back. It seemed to be coming from a small hole behind me.

"Woah! I thought this was soundproof," I responded. The guy chuckled.

"It was, but I made a hole. So not anymore,"

I didn't know what to make of that, but all I knew was I now had company.

"What's your ability?" the guy asked. I tensed up at the question.

On one hand, I wanted to lie that I had a cool ability, but I also wanted to be honest. Reluctantly, I told the truth.

"I'm not a project. Just an ordinary guy," I said, "and you?"

He was quiet for a moment, before responding,

"I think I lost my ability, to be honest. Another me used it already. It's hard to explain."

I had no idea what he meant, but I pretended to understand anyways.

"I see..."

"What's your name?" he asked, clearly trying to change the subject. I decided to humor him.

"Tommy," I answered, "you?"

"Deo."

Techno's POV:
At times like this, having high hopes is a bad idea. Sure, you're happy now and motivated to do better, but when you lose, you'll plummet to deeper depths than you'll ever anticipate. Bad argued that it's pessimism, but I think it's just being realistic.

While everyone else told George, "Dream will be okay!" and "He's doing better already," I said, "Don't get your hopes up." It was the truth. His survival chances are still super slim. I didn't want to see him sad later.

Despite my good intentions, I got kicked out of the room anyways. Skeppy shooed me out with a, "Begone negative Nancy." So, here I am, sitting alone in the parlor. It's not like I care though. I'm used to being alone.

I sat in silence for a couple more moments, beginning to fidget and twitch in my seat. My ADHD was acting up.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my shattered phone.

I wonder if it still works.

I know I just said high hopes is a bad idea, but I couldn't help it right now. With a deep inhale, I turned it on. The screen glowed for a couple seconds, revealing my most recent messages. Then, it snapped back off.

"Flight delayed! Probably be home tomorrow! Tell Tommy not to stay up late! -Phil :)"

At that message, my breath hitched, tears began welling up, I was about to cry. A flurry of emotions coursed through me. Loneliness, sadness, anger, frustration. I wanted to scream.

Just then, someone called out, piercing the silence,

"DREAM IS AWAKE!!"