Wilbur Soot Oneshots

Eret x Wilbur- Rubble and Limes (Part one)

I knew something was wrong when Wilbur disappeared. It was just after the fight, and Tubbo was crowned king when he saw Wilbur walk away. Frowning, I followed Wilbur at a distance watching him disappear into a tunnel. After a bit of walking, my eyes widen at the sight of a faux control room, with psychotic writing on signs hug around the room, and a wooden button on the wall. Wilbur is muttering to himself, unfocused, suddenly flinging himself onto the floor and screaming. He's obviously unhinged. I pauses , then talks. "Wilbur...Are you okay?"

His body stiffens, and he must be biting his lip. "Eret, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I saw you wander off, and I wanted to make sure you're okay." I pause for a moment. "Clearly, you're not." 

"I'm fine, traitor."

"Wilbur, I know you're hanging on to the past, but you need to let go. It's unhealthy."

"D-Do you know what this button does!?"

"No, I don't..."

"It's rigged to TNT, it'll make this whole place explode!" Wilbur stands up shakily, and laughs manically. "What once was mine shall be no one's!"

I gasped a bit, imagining the destruction. "Wilbur, no! Philza would be so angry at you!"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT PHILZA!" He yelled. "HE'S HATED ME SINCE I WAS BORN! MY BROTHERS WERE HIS PRIDE AND JOY, AND HE NEVER NOTICED ME!"

"Wilbur...please.... It's meant to be."

Wilbur's eyes widen, seemingly confused. "Meant to be?"

"Yes Wilbur. You finally have L'manburg back! There's no reason to blow this place up." I'm pleading, wanting the Wilbur that I always admired, that I loved, back. Him with his soft smiles, wavy hair, and glasses in his uniform. Not this disturbed man in the trenchcoat, with manic eyes and calloused hands. "Please Wilbur, stand down."

He pauses, before chuckling. The laugh gets louder and louder, almost evil in nature. "Nice try Eret! I almost believed you for a second! Too bad it was never meant to be!" He pressed the button.

A hiss is heard.

I scream and dive for Wilbur, knocking him down as the blast rings out.

The light is burning, my hand on the soft, bloodsoaked curls. Wilbur is beneath me, a piece of shrapnel through his heart. I can feel the life slipping out of my body with the blood, but I need to do this first. I swipe the hair away and give Wilbur a light kiss before collapsing and letting the world go dark.

Holy shitttttt

I love this idea. Don't worry, part two is coming soon

Huge thanks to the twitter gang for helping me with this idea