Why Wilbur

Nihachu's L'manberg

Nihachu's POV

Sometimes I still smell the blood and the fire and I can still hear people's screams and their terror.  I can still hear the cries of the wither. I can still hear Tommy screaming as he sees the ashes and the craters  that was once our home.  I can hear Dream's sick, horrifying laugh as he watches the fall of our home, our safe place get exploded by bombs.   I can see Wilbur Soot's dead eyes and the blood pouring out of him, stabbed by his own father who is crying and vomiting on the ground after what he just done.  My Wilbur Soot.

Wilbur Soot was my closest friend. We were platonic soulmates. We were not dating like people thought we were, but we were  a team.  It's how things were supposed to be.  I was his in our own way and he was mine in our own way.  Not romantic, but still eternally bound and happy. At night I can see the Wilbur Soot that was my platonic soulmate comforting me and talking with me and the next moment I see the stranger, the villainous stranger that blew up everything dear to all of us. I don't know if I ever knew Soot truly or what happened to him.

I can't get it out of my mind. I still see the horror even in the new reconstruction, even in my new home and the new pretty lanterns of L'manberg. The pretty lanterns remind me of the bright  fire and the smoke and the blood.  I see it in my dreams, and the faces of those around us.  We all have our own scars from after the bombing, and it burns deeply.

Being so close to someone who blew up a nation makes people tense around me, even if they don't say anything at all.  I think they worry about me.  I  wonder if they think I knew before it happened.   Maybe they think I could have tried to stop him? Nothing could stop him. Soot became a complete stranger and wouldn't answer to me.

Will wasn't who he was normally.

Still, I feel responsible somehow.

I walk to the graveyard, holding a few roses and cornflowers I picked from a field near Tommy's house.  The graveyard was pretty empty, a few graves belonging to various pets.  These graves were nicely taken care of and had flowers that weren't wilted.  Two graves in the graveyard however, were damaged.

Jschlatt's grave, the second president of L'manberg and a bad guy, was buried at the top of the hill.  His grave was cracked as people kicked on it.  People vandalized on top of it and wrote mean things on his stone.  There was no nice flowers left for him.

Wilbur's grave was just the same.  He was buried next to Schlatt and his plot was in a similar state.  It's hard to see, as he was once a good person and a good leader. He used to have good intentions.

When did Wilbur become the villain? Why did he? Why did he do this to me, to us.  I walked up to the disheveled grave and placed down the roses by the gravestone in a vase. 

"Wilbur," I said, looking down at the stone.

I didn't know what to say. I felt like I heard someone in the trees behind me, but there was nothing.  It felt like Wilbur was with me now, keeping an eye on me and looking at the flowers I left him.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked loudly.

There was no response, only the rustling of the wind and the leaves.

"I hate you, Wilbur Soot," I screamed and stormed out of the graveyard, still feeling the horror of everything as I ran back into the new L'manberg.

"I love you, Wilbur Soot," I whispered as the pain washed over me and I cried on the grounds of a ashy L'manberg.