In which Wilbur lets go of the last things keeping him sane, and lets himself fall, dragging Tommy down with him.
Or, Tommy clings on to something that Wilbur lets go of.
Wilbur tore through his large brown sack, scouring, searching like an addict for gunpowder, for sand. He had TNT, but it wasn't enough.
It was never enough.
He searched, adding red to the ever-growing pile, more, more, more.
He needed more.
Suddenly his hand flashed with cold as it collided with a ceramic mug. His eyes widened.
Dad!
He gasped, breath filling his lungs cold and sharp.
Hey, Dad!
The mug shook in his hand as he stared at it.
"What am I doing?" Tears gathered in his eyes as the angry high stopped, leaving him tired.
He sunk to the cold stone floor, cradling the mug in his hands.
"What am I doing?"
He looked at the pile of red, overtaking everything. He suddenly was scared of it, his breathing small and shallow. His mind cleared for a second, leaving everything shaky and dangerous.
"What am I doing what am I doing what am I doing-"
He was nothing to me
The dark words flashed across his mind, echoing in his brain. He pounded his skull, trying to get them out, but they became louder and louder and louder.
"NO!"
The static blared in his head, ringing out, breaking his brain.
You were nothing to me.
"NO!"
A loud crash filled the air, silencing the ringing in his brain.
Ceramic pieces scattered around, sharp and deadly.
"YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME!"
He shouted at the shards, tears stinging in his eyes.
"You don't have to worry about getting rid of me. Everyone can leave me, everyone already has. Everyone leaves in the end."
Wilbur stood up, his vision hazy and red. He gathered the TNT in his arms, setting off, his boots thumping against the ground.
"Once I'm done, everything will be gone."
"If I can't have you no one can."
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Tubbo felt the soft wool in his hands as he placed it down gently, smiling softly. His bee meandered next to him, sniffing the flowers he had placed down.
He enjoyed decorating.
The colors clashed together pleasantly as he hung them up, his hard work finally hung up and done.
He enjoyed building.
He didn't quite know why, but he liked it.
Maybe it was because it was one of the few memories that wasn't tied at the neck to Schlatt.
He didn't like destroying though.
He hated destroying.
He could pretend he was helping something good!
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𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic
Fanfic"𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗, 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖊?" Tommy never thought everything would go so wrong. Wilbur never thought he would be banished by the nation he had created, betrayed by his son. And Tubbo never thought he would have to betray...
