(DISCONTINUED) DreamSMP x reader one-shots

Rescue (Part 2) (Ph1LzA) [Platonic]

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Angst warning: mentions of death, injuries, blood, and just angst in general. not gonna lie, I cried writing this.

~~~~One week after the explosion

You were sitting in the makeshift living room of Phil's base. Your arms and legs were bandaged up from the cuts that the debris and rubble had caused. Wilbur was continuously slipping in and out of consciousness. Phil said he had internal bleeding and 3 broken ribs. The outlook wasn't so bright.

You had your hands in your hair, your leg bouncing with your eyes trained on the ground. You were worried. Wilbur, the person who was there with you since the start could die at any moment a few rooms over. Wilbur, the person who helped you with so much could die, and there was nothing you could do. Wilbur had helped you so much, and now you couldn't even help him. 

Phil soon walked out of the room where Wilbur was. Looking around the corner, he saw you there in your anxious state. He hated seeing you like this, and the series of events that had just happened made it even worse.

"Phil," Wilbur said, looking up at Phil. He was bandaged up because of the explosion he had caused. He wanted to forget it had ever done that. And he hated the plan he had in his head, but he had to. "Phil, I need you to kill me," Wilbur said, looking over at his father. "What?! No! You're my son! You're going to be ok, you hear me? You have to be ok." Phil said. "No, you don't understand. I need you too. To keep everyone safe. To stop me from letting this happen." He said with a weak smile. "But- But what about (Y/N)? They need you here, Wil!" Phil said in protest. "Phil, listen to me," Wilbur said in a serious tone. "I need you to take care of them for me, ok? They need someone to look up to. That needs to be you." Wilbur said with a small smile, handing Phil a small Pocket knife.

Phil still had tears running down his face. He remembered Wilburs words. He needed to take care of you and make sure you were going to be ok. It was his duty now. Phil walked into the room and watched as your head raised, your face had a small glint of hope in it. When Phil looked at the ground, tears welling in his eyes, you knew what had happened.

Wilbur was Dead.

You stood up and ran over to Phil, the Two of you crying. Phil was trying his best to be strong for you, but it was difficult. His son was dead, and it was by his hands. He knew what he had to do now. He needed to give you, and probably himself, some closure.

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The view was beautiful from the top of the hill. It was a good distance away from the SMP, anyone looking at it from there wouldn't be able to tell it had been blown up. You had been there before. Wilbur had taken you there to show you the Sunset. The last time the two of you had been there was months ago, way before any of this had happened. But that was then, and this was now.

Wilbur had been Buried under a tree that grew on the hill. You had put down some flowers you thought he would like, and some stones. You were stood beside Phil who had Wrapped his arm around you in a side hug. "It's-" he started, looking down at you. "It's going to be hard to let go, I know. But your gonna be ok. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm here for you, ok kid?" he said. You Wrapped your other arm around him in a hug. "Let's go back, ok?" he asked walking along. 

You looked back one last time, knowing it may be a while before you came back. And you saw it. You saw Him. The White silhouette of Wilbur sat there at the top of the hill, guitar in hand. He looked back seeing you, and smiled, giving a small wave. You waved back as you saw him turn around. He was finally at peace. And maybe one day, you would be too.

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