Killing Random Dream SMP Characters

You truly are your father's son... - Wilbur

A/N so this death was actually canon as Wilbur DID die in the finale. OBVIOUSLY I HAD TO WRITE THIS! Enjoy!

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Wilbur had gone to the river the day before the slaughter.

The sun had just started to set, it's bright yellow rays dimming into orange with each minute. The light still sparkled at his eyes, shining from the surface of the clear water.

Dread was filling him. He didn't want it to be tomorrow. No, any day but tomorrow. Any day where he did not have to blow up L'manberg.

But he had to. He had to do this. He had made his decision. And deep down, he had known it was the right thing to do.

And thus, he had walked to the river to talk to Fundy's mother. They barely ever spoke, only when there was an emergency. But Wilbur felt it was only prudent to tell her of his plans before he passed.

But what about Fundy?

"Fundy will be fine," Wilbur insisted to the fish.

He will be devastated.

"No he won't," Wilbur retorted, "he hates me."

He doesn't hate you. You're the one putting up the walls, Wilbur. You're forgetting love, you've been betrayed so much that you're forgetting that others do indeed love you...

Wilbur sighed, "this is why I divorced you."

I was the one that did it first!

"I'm not talking to you anymore. Go lay some eggs or something. Give birth to real fish, not some stupid, unreliable fox that no one can trust-"

Wilbur, you're human. I'm supposed to be the one that dies first, I'm the one with a shorter lifespan. 

"I said, I'm leaving!"

With that, Wilbur had stomped out of the water, drying himself off with his old L'manberg uniform. He thought for a minute, the rage consuming him, and he threw the outfit into the water, his heart pounding in anger. He wouldn't need it anyway. Then he marched away, preparing for battle and his inevitable death. 

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"Kill me, Phil."

Wilbur's voice was small as he looked in shock at what he had done. He had destroyed their home. H-he had destroyed-

He glanced at Tubbo, whose devastated eyes stared back at them from across the crater that he had created. It wasn't often he saw Tubbo anything but happy, and it broke his heart.

He had done this.

"W-what, no-"

"Kill me!" Wilbur swiveled back to him maniacally, his eyes wide, "DO IT! D-do you think anyone here wants me alive? After I- After I did this? PHIL!"

"Wilbur, death is permanent, what if you regret this later?"

"PHILZA MINECRAFT, KILL ME RIGHT NOW!" 

The two men stared at each other, their eyes both full of regret, asking for forgiveness. For Wilbur, he was so filled with remorse that he wanted to die for his actions; for Philza, it was the guilt he knew that he would feel once his son was dead.

"Wilbur-"

"Do it."

"Wil-"

"PHIL, EVERYTHING I'VE WORKED FOR IS GONE! KILL ME NOW!"

Wilbur looked in pain, even if he wasn't dying. He screamed in the agony of guilt, of the dread that he knew would come if he were to survive. Tommy would surely never speak to him again, and where would he go then? Dream would never accept him. Fundy had already proclaimed that he was nothing to him. Niki wouldn't forgive him, not after this.