𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic

We Are Divided

      Emotions start to brew in a cave and in a nation.

      Or, we all have insecurities and faults and a feeling of what's right.

"So I heard you guys might need some assistance." 

Technoblade smirked, his long toothy underbite apparent. His nimble hand was outstretched towards Wilbur, a sign of peace. Wilbur ignored this, his eyebrows furrowing as he turned towards Tommy's smug grin. 

"You proud of me, big man?" Tommy puffed his chest out in pride, his grimy face shining. He caught Wilbur's eye and his face immediately fell. "What?" 

Wilbur grabbed his wrist, pulling him away forcefully. Tommy tried to struggle, but Wilbur kept a tight grip on his skinny arm, tugging him along like a little kid. Tommy turned back one last time, fear in his eyes as he smiled nervously. 

"We-we'll talk in a minute, Blade!" 

Techno watched as Tommy was pulled out of view by an angry Wilbur, disappearing under the stairsteps. His arm was still outstretched and he took it back, sighing. A dog entered his peripheral vision, and he turned quickly towards the movement, distracted. 

"Oh, dog." 

He watched as its tail wagged happily as it made its way towards him. It stopped at his feet, nuzzling into his red cape. He grinned, mesmerized. 

"Hey, dog." 

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"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did anyone see you? Tommy-" 

"I'm fine, Wilbur!" Tommy pushed Wilbur's worried hands examining his face. "I took Fundy's horse. Ponk saw us, but I took care of him. You should've seen me, Will-" 

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!" 

Tommy stumbled back a little at Wilbur's outburst, his smile disappearing. He rubbed his arm in shame, looking down at the floor. 

"You could've gotten killed! You could've gotten hurt Tommy- and for what? For this guy- this guy that we barely know-" 

"Wilbur, he's Technoblade! THE BLADE!" Tommy waved his arms around in excitement. "He's a legend! Wilbur, he's going to help us!" 

"HE'S AN AMERICAN, TOMMY!" Wilbur shook his small shoulders. "You know our history with Americans-" 

"Why should that matter?" Tommy pushed him away forcefully, clenching his fists by his sides. "Wilbur, we've got no one. We've gotta take allies when we get them. Why are you being so weird all of a sudden-" 

"BECAUSE I CAN'T TRUST ANYONE! AND NOW, APPARENTLY, I CAN'T TRUST YOU!" 

Wilbur immediately regretted it as soon as he said it. Tommy's eyes filled with sadness as Wilbur's words echoed around the cavern. 

"What happened to you?" 

Tommy's voice cracked sadly as he shook his head in shock. 

"Why don't you trust me?" 

Guilt pooled into Wilbur's stomach as Tommy stared at him with broken eyes. Suddenly, his voice rose in anger. 

"WHY DO YOU ACT LIKE I'M THIS FUCKING SHARD OF GLASS, WILBUR!" Now Wilbur felt like he was the child, anger filling Tommy's every movement. 

"HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF LATELY? YOU CAN'T TRUST ME, YOU CAN'T TRUST EVEN NIKI ALL BECAUSE OF THAT BASTARD FURRY! I GET THAT YOUR HEARTBROKEN AND SHIT BUT YOU NEED TO GET YOURSELF TOGETHER! L'MANBURG NEEDS YOU!"