The lengths you would go for your best friend.
Or, the breaking of bonds.
Drip, drip
Wilbur stared at the ceiling of the giant cave, flat on his back. He clutched a cool ceramic mug to his chest absently, feeling the warmth of his heartbeat underneath the gray trench coat.
Drip, drip
He turned his head weakly to glance at his crumpled L'Manburg uniform in the corner, L'Dog curled up and sleeping on it. It felt so weird to see it there, sitting dormant and stained. His fingers still felt cold in the black fingerless gloves.
Drip, drip
"I'm over it."
He whispered meaninglessly, words leaving chapped lips in short white puffs. His eyes were glazed as they stared into nothingness.
Drip, drip
A curly brown lock fell into his eyes, and he couldn't brush it away.
I should get up.....
Techno was out somewhere, probably getting food or mining. Wilbur knew he should probably join him and actually be useful, but he felt so...... tired.
He just didn't want to get up.
Drip, drip
He brought his thumb shakily across the mug in his hand, across the chunky, smooth lettering.
#1 Dad
Fundy had gotten it for him. It was a joke.
Hey Dad!
The mug rose and fell with his chest.
Could you sing that song again, Dad?
A tear slid down the side of his cheek as he let out a shaky gasp.
Dad!
The mug clattered out of his hand, the sound of sharp ceramic hitting the floor. Wilbur's hands scrambled around in panic as he felt around desperately like it was a lifeline. He clutched it in his hands, letting out a sigh of relief as he examined it.
It wasn't broken.
It was just chipped.
He laid his head back again, holding the mug tighter.
Drip, drip
Get up.
Wilbur's body felt like it was weighed down.
You're a leader.
Water continued to drip in the cave as Wilbur tried to force himself up. It was so hard.
You lead them.
He couldn't get up.
Tears spilled out the sides of his cheeks.
Why can't I get up?
He could only lay there on the cold stone floor, clinging on to the mug for dear life. It was the only thing left.
I'm no leader.
Suddenly, a warm buzzing shocked his wrist. He blinked his eyes blearily as he glanced over at the small text message scrolling across his communicator. It was from Tubbo.
YOU ARE READING
𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic
Fanfic"𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗, 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖊?" Tommy never thought everything would go so wrong. Wilbur never thought he would be banished by the nation he had created, betrayed by his son. And Tubbo never thought he would have to betray...
