Behind the Mask (Dream SMP fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - injured

Wilbur walked up the hill and turned around. He looked at his country, his beautiful country. He remembered how it came to be, he remembered how he fought, how they all fought for it, for the independence from the world, for freedom. He was proud of what he and his friends accomplished, he was proud of what was yet to come. He wanted to see his country grow, new bonds to form, maybe even love. He was glad they were free from the tyranny of the others, especially Dream.

Even thou the war was over and they had won, they got what they wanted, he still could not forgive Dream for what he had done. All the unnecesary destruction, wasted time, wasted resources, and the worst of it, the betrayal. When Eret had betrayed them Wilbut felt nothing but emptiness, as if all hope was lost, his heart was nothing but an empty void.

Wilbur sighed heavily at all the memories, he looked at the L'Manburg flag as the wind gently played with the fabric it was made of. The moon gently illuminating the country he lived for, the country he was the leader of, he would not let anyone or anything take it from him.

He turned around into the wilderness, the wild, unexplored forest, full of mysteries. He wandered into the unknown. The wind gently blowing on his face as he walked through the unexplored part of the forest. It was so peaceful here, one of the places he loved to go when he wanted to take his mind off of things or just generaly relax.

His peace didn't last for too long as he heard the rustling of bones and geowling of zombies. He wasn't really surprised by thisz it was night after all, but what shocked him the most is that there was also heard slashing of the sword. Weird, he knew everyone at L'Manburg was alseep, so this could be someone from the enemy, not really enemy anymore, but still the enemy of L'Manburg. He rushed to see what was going on and what he saw surprised him way too much to his own liking.

He saw his greatest enemy, Dream, trying to fight off a few mobs. That task shouldn't be difficult for one of the gods when it comes to fighting, right? But Wilbur noticed one little detail, Dream was holding his side with one hand and fighting with the other, after taking a closer look he noticed that the blonde was bleeding. No wonder his moves were slow. Wilbur silently cursed, the other wasn't even wearing any armour, wich was even weirder, considering the fact that he always was wearing his signature netherite armour.

Wilbur got up and unsheathed his iron sword that he always carried during his night walks, just in case he had to fight, and now he was glad he did. He jumped to where the otherwas and fought his way through the mobs that seemed to be coming out of nowhere. Dream turned to look at Wilbur, exhaustion clearly written on his face, he was trembling as if he would collapse any second and his grip on his side had loosened.
-just hold on for a sec!-Wilbur called out to him as he fought the remaining mobs.

After a lot of sword swinging no monster was left around, all reduved to nothing more but a smoke. Wilbur turned around to the tired and injured Dream, man looked like a living corpse. Wilbur sheathed his sword and walked closer to Dream, inspecting the wound from afar, not wanting to agitate his enemy and accidentaly cause a war. But the plan to stay a safe distance was soon compeletly destroyed by Dream collapsing. Wilbur acted quickly and caught him, his skin was cold, but he was still breathing and his heart was still beating. Wilbur would have never actually admitted but he was glad that the other was alive.

Wilbur somehow managed to drag Dream to L'Manburg and put him on one of the beds in their newly built infirmary. The infirmary was built only because Tommy liked to do risky things and got hurt a lot, sometimes dragging Tubbo into his plans.

Wilbur looked at the unconcious Dream and sighed, this will be a lot of explaining and work.