My Son {Mcyt, Alt. Traitor Au}

It Cannot be Enough

No one spoke at dinner. The only thing that could heard was the clicking of utensils. Fundy picked at the pork, his fork stabbing the dry meat repeatedly. Looking away from his unappetizing dinner, he scanned the dinning hall.

The walls had cracked, the cannons, tnt, and arrows penetrated the walls many times over the past few months. Fundy stared at the cracks, stared at the world that was falling apart around him. His hopes down and his head down. He could feel the eyes of the people around him on him. Fundy felt his shoulders go rigged, his body stiff in a hunched form as he bent over the food he had not touched with other than his fork.

Slowly, he raised his head to see who had been boring holes into his head. Fundy glared, his gaze drifting to Wilbur's, who gazed worriedly at the boy he had grown to call a son.

"Fundy? How are you feeling?" The sound of Wilbur's voice shattered the silence that had clogged the dinning hall.

Fundy did not respond.

Tommy snorted as he rolled his eyes, "C'mon mate, you've got no reason to sulk around like this."

Fundy stood up abruptly, his chair slamming into the ground, "I've had enough! God, you act like nothing is going on! We have a war to fight and look at all of us, we're sitting around a table and asking each other about our feelings!"

"Fundy-" Niki slowly rose as she reached a hand out for the man who had thrown his chair to the floor.

"I'm going to bed," Fundy did not turn around at the sounds of voices calling him to sit back down. He only did stop once a hand yanked him back by his shoulder. "What-"

"We're in this together," Tubbo whirled Fundy around to face him, he held Fundy still, "Please, Fundy, do not give up. We're going to win, we can do this."

"That isn't the problem Tubbo, it's the fact that we haven't done anything to get there," Fundy tried tearing Tubbo's hands from his shoulders, though unsuccessful, "Tubbo-"

"We've just started!" Tubbo felt his heart ache, suddenly breaking down due to the fading hope in the man infront of him. "Fundy please, we'll move forwards, I promise! I know we can't just stand here for any longer, and we won't!" Tubbo put on a smile as he reached for a hug, Fundy let the younger boy engross him in a hug. He let out a sigh.

The eyes of L'manberg rest on the men who stood my the large door that led to the hallways of their growing, almost independent country. Fundy ignored the sour faces of the people he had considered family. He hugged Tubbo tighter. Guilt flooded his senses as he pressed Tubbo closer, nearly whispering an apology to the young boy who would feel the burn of his fire. Fundy gazed upwards, looking at the contorted face of Wilbur. The face of a Man who lied through his teeth whenever he could, would it be infront of Fundy and his friends, or nobody at all. The lies helped light the growing flame, the growing flame he would soon hold and Wilbur had no idea it was coming. And Fundy will keep falling for the lies. It can never be enough. He'd rather watch this world Wilbur was building burn instead of letting it thrive. And that would never be enough to satisfy the aching pain in his heart.