𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕓𝕦𝕣 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕥 ~ ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖

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MCYT: Wilbur Soot

Minecraft or Irl: In Minecraft

Type: Angst

Pronouns: She/Her

Notes: Y/N= Your name

Premise: Pogtopia AU. You were banished from L'manberg with Wilbur and Tommy, but Schlatt hunted down and killed you. Without you, Wilbur spiralled to insanity

Trigger warnings: Swearing and mentions of murder and explosives

Wilbur's POV

We had nothing. Absolutely nothing. We were losers in every sense. Even if we were to win, we'd still lose. There was no escape. Every single thing reminded me how weak I was.

The river next to Pogtopia.

Y/N loved to swim in it.

The wall of the ravine we'd all carved our names into.

Y/N L/N+ Wilbur Soot + Tommy Innit

The birds chirping.

She'd love to sing melodies based around their songs.

I couldn't save her. I'd cried and cried as she died in agony, Schlatt pushing his sword into her with a wicked smile. We couldn't even bury the body.

I couldn't save her.

Tommy constantly told me it wasn't my fault, and I'd come to accept it wasn't. It was his fault. Schlatt's. He sent George to hunt her down, and when he couldn't kill her, the President did it himself. He took everything from me. He took my power. My citizenship. My hope. My love. I would never forget that.

"Wilbur! Are you even listening to me? I said I could have taken my shot." Tommy's voice interrupted me. We were on our way back from Schlatt's latest address, the impulsive boy had thought it a good idea to aim his bow at the man. Sure, I wanted Schlatt dead for what he did, but there was a better way for me to do that. To take everyone and everything down with him.

"Tommy, killing Schlatt won't solve anything. If you did that, then Quackity would become President and George Vice President and then if you killed Quackity it still wouldn't change anything." I replied quietly, mulling over my options. The blonde boy made no response.

"Tommy I have a question for you. Because this doesn't seem like a bad thing. Schlatt's organising a festival... That sounds like a nice thing, that isn't tyrannical. Tommy?"

"Yes?" The teen answered.

"Are we the bad guys? Am I a villain?" The silence was heavier than the weight of the entire world upon our shoulders.

"N-no." I noted the uncertainty in his voice.

"But it, Schlatt was elected into power, with a coalition government, which was allowed. We were banished, and now we're trying to take over again."

"Wilbur, we're not villains." Tommy repeated, though he seemed unsure.

"Maybe it doesn't matter if we are." I stopped outside the concealed entrance to Pogtopia, picking at my nails.

"What?!" Tommy seemed alarmed.

"No matter what happens we lose. We kill Schlatt, the others won't respect us, we lose. We stay quiet and exiled, we lose. So... Let's do it. Let's be the bad guys!" The idea of revenge was fueling me.

"Are you thinking straight-"

"Tommy, we have a man on our side who rigged our nation with TNT. We can do the same to them. We can blow it up, we can destroy it all!" It was though I were seeing clearly for the first time.

"Wilbur, are you insane? We can't do that. You promised Y/N we'd stay hopeful. Keep your promise!" Of course he'd pull her into this to convince me.

"Y/N always said to be hopeful. Look where her hope got her. Dead. I say we burn the place to the fucking ground. Blow the motherfuckers to smithereens. No survivors. I want them all dead." The more I talked, the better it sounded, until I was laughing manically. Why hadn't I thought of this from. The beginning? The ultimate way to solve our problem. Destroy it.

"Wilbur, no! It's not too far gone. I believe we can get Manberg back. It's only a matter of time, I promise you-"

"Tommy, you promised me we'd all make it through. We didn't. Y/N is gone. And who's fault is it? Schlatt's. Don't you want to make him pay?" I bore my eyes into him.

"Yes, but this isn't the right way to do it!" Oh, how wrong he was.

"Tommy, I say if we can't have Manberg, no one... NO ONE, CAN HAVE MANBERG! Don't you see? This time, we need to be the villains." I smiled widely.

"No, we were never villains. We can't be now... Y/N wouldn't want this. Don't you see? If this is about her, then just think about how she'd react to you doing this." The blonde teen pleaded. I chuckled softly.

"What she would want doesn't matter. Was does matter, is that Schlatt burns in hell for all he's done to us. He's the one who killed Y/N. He's the only reason we're having this conversation. This is our chance to right the wrongs of the world."

"Who are we to judge what the rights and wrongs are? That's the sort of behaviour I'd expect of Dream. You're not like him, Wilbur. I know you're not! She wouldn't want this!" Tommy insisted.

"Tommy, has it not crossed your mind everyone we trusted is lying to us? Eret said he'd fight by us in revolution. He betrayed us. My son swore his loyalty to me, and now goes around with Schlatt. Y/N said as long as we kept faith, we'd survive. She's dead. Tubbo? He's lying to you, man! Schlatt has him in his pocket-"

"STOP IT!" Tommy screamed. I felt a fist connect with my face and I reeled backwards, wiping blood from my nose. The teen's eyes widened, as if not quite believing what he'd done. I laughed slightly.

"I know why you're doing this. I can see in in your eyes, I can hear it in your voice! Tommy Innit... You're scared. Scared the same fate the befell Y/N will befall you. Death doesn't matter. Manberg does. And it's temporary. This festival, will be, as Schlatt says, a night to remember... But not for the reasons he hopes. It will be remembered as the night I avenged the woman I loved. The woman Schlatt slaughtered before my eyes. The woman who died, screaming my name! She will not die in vain. They'll pay. Are you with me?" I raised an eyebrow, tears of passion brimming in my eyes from my outburst. Tommy looked numb.

"You've changed. If Y/N could see you now, I don't think she'd love you at all." His voice was broken, eyes empty. Despite the nagging feeling that he might be right, I ignored the words.

"I will have my revenge."

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