Through It All ~ Dream Team SMP ✅

->Nine<-

The plan was simple. Or at least that's what Wilbur said. And bearing in mind the curly-haired revolutionary had escaped from multiple prisons and had the experience I did not, I wasn't so sure. This stuff was like second nature to him. But to me, it was like being told what to do in a foreign language and being expected to execute every action perfectly, as if my life depended on it. Because, well, it does. If I fuck this up, that's it. I'm dead and gone. And probably Wilbur too. I'd asked him why he hadn't escaped sooner if he already had an amazing plan, and he'd surprised me by saying it was to test if it was worth bringing me with him. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel mildly honoured that the tall man actually cared about my wellbeing. It was a feeling I'd been lacking since I got to L'Manberg, and with my experience without it, I now knew to cherish every second.

Right now, we were waiting. That's all we'd been doing. Waiting. To say I was terrified was an understatement. The next time a guard came to deliver us food, Wilbur planned to knock him out and sneakily get out. It sounded like a weak plan to me, but he assured me it would work. I was too scared to contribute anything of my own, so I just went along with it. Will would be doing all the actual physical fighting, I just had to follow him. Seemed easy enough.

"You alright, Tommy?" I raised my head, not expecting the question.

"Huh? Oh, I... It's just what happens when we're out? Where do I go? Wilbur, I'm homeless and broke. I'll be dead in a gutter in a few days out there..." I sighed. Honestly, at least in prison, I was getting food regularly, unlike before Skeppy and The Blade found me and I was starving in an alleyway.

"You can stay with me." I stared at Wilbur in disbelief.

"W-with you?"

"Yeah, I have space in my house. Fundy, that's my little brother, he won't mind sharing a room. We could make it work. You don't have to make a living stealing ever again." I was shocked to hear how sincere he was. Will was serious. He was going to look after me? I was speechless and still processing, I merely thanked him by smiling incredibly wildly, my brain too occupied with trying to comprehend his kindness to form words.

Distant footsteps drew my attention and mine and Wilbur's eyes snapped to the bars of our cell. The brunette glanced back at me with a steely gaze, nodding subtly. It was time.

"Alright boys, it's feeding time." I took a deep breath, barely hearing the guard calling to us. I watched him approach our cell. Wilbur shifted slightly, ready to spring up at any given moment. I heard the groan of the lock being undone. This was it.

I was amazed by Wilbur's agility, thinking his height would hinder him. But no. He sprang forwards like a cat, wrapping his arm around the guard's neck, and placing his other hand over his mouth. My eyes widened as he proceeded to twist viciously. I only needed to hear the sickening crunch of bone to know what had happened. The revolutionary smirked, taking the keys from the lifeless man's hand and twirling around his fingers, cockily. The body slipped to the floor. I gaped.

"You didn't say we were killing anyone!" I whispered urgently.

"An eye for an eye," He shrugged, "These fuckers have killed many of my friends, people I considered family. I have no sympathy for them." He slid the dead guard's eyes shut, bending over to do so. At least he wasn't a complete psychopath. I think. He chuckled dryly, giving the dead man the finger before flying down the corridor in a whirl of blue coats.

I was stood frozen in shock at the body in front of me. I tried to quell my shaking hands to no avail, unable to look away. His neck was overly flexible and there were inklings of a bone showing through the taut skin. I tried not to throw up, as I hurried after my new friend, who is now also a murderer.