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

Why Did You Do That To Him?

      In which Tommy is faced with growing up.

      Or, the taking away of childhood.

"Wilbur?"

Tommy peeked into the small, stone room, mug and potatoes gripped in his hands. The gray lump didn't move, Wilbur staring at the wall silently. Tommy stepped in as quietly as possible.

"I have food."

He placed down the items gently at Wilbur's side. He didn't move.

Tommy didn't expect him to.

He sat down softly next to the lump, soaking in the silence. He suddenly stood up, reaching out to get something.

Wilbur had been like this for the past few days, retreating back into himself, nothing like the nervous wreck he had been just days before, worrying about everything.

Tommy didn't know if it was good or bad.

But he missed his brother.

"Do you wanna play a song?"

The wooden base of the guitar scraped against the stone floor as Tommy scooched it towards Wilbur. "I liked the E-Girl one. It was about women."

"Phil used to sing songs to me."

Wilbur finally spoke, his voice quiet. Tommy tilted his head, expecting him to say more, but he didn't.

"You mean, before he...." Tommy cleared his throat awkwardly. It was a touchy subject for both of them. "Before he left. For Hardcore."

"Yeah." Wilbur watched as an ant skittered across the floor as fast as it could. "He left us, didn't he?"

Philza Minecraft, skilled swordsman and builder.

Mentor to Tommy and Wilbur. Some even say that he trained the legendary Technoblade.

And their father.

A guiding voice, and a role model for Wilbur.

And vanished at 31, off to compete in the hardest challenge there was.

Hardcore.

But the real challenge was left to Wilbur when he was left with nothing but his wits, a guitar, and Tommy.

But he only had fond memories of Phil and not one ounce of spite.

How could he?

So they found their way to the Dream SMP and convinced Dream to let them in.

And of course, they couldn't leave without Tubbo. Tommy made sure of that.

And the rest of it was history.

"But don't you wanna play a song?" Tommy strummed half-heartedly on the strings, a strange twanging sound emerging as he tried to grin. Wilbur never let him touch his guitar, but still, he didn't turn around.

"Wilbur?"

"HEY TOMMY!"

Techno's deep voice drifted up to the small room. "DO YA WANNA GO EXPLORIN'?"

Tommy glanced over at Wilbur's figure, waiting for him to say something, to make him stay.

Nothing at all.

He sighed, setting down the guitar. "Yeah, I'll be down in a sec!"

Wilbur felt him leave, and a draft blew into the room once he was gone, making him cold.