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

And Then You Took Away The One Thing He Loved

      In which Tommy and Tubbo are faced with how human they are.

      Or, Wilbur tries to catch on to ledges as he falls.

"Somethings missing....... somethings missing, something's missing...." 

Wilbur paced, muttering to himself. "Missing, missing, missing." 

"But I'm happy!" Wilbur stopped, waiting to feel a smile come to his face. But he didn't feel anything. 

He was just numb. 

"I'm not happy...." 

His stomach spiraled down again, a cloud settling over his mind. 

"But I will be once this is over."

Wilbur looked at his reflection in the cool, small water pool in the ravine. It wavered back at him, a deranged skeleton. He didn't recognize it. Bags dug under his eyes, sinking in. 

"I just want it to be over." He reached out shakily, sending ripples across the surface. He remembered moonlight shimmering, and it flashed in his mind like a little light. 

But then it vanished again, the light overtaken by the dark, swamped and extinguished. 

"Please," He felt that pit in his stomach again, and it hurt, and he wanted to cry. "Just let it be over." 

Tommy took a deep breath, trying to calm his fast-beating heart as he stepped timidly into sight. 

"Wilbur?" 

"Tommy?" 

Wilbur looked up from his spot, a forced grin spreading across his face. "Have you finally decided to come home?" 

"I-" Tommy's eyes darted around on Wilbur's face, trying to find something, anything that was still there. 

He wanted to believe it wasn't all gone. 

Just a sliver, a sliver of the brown eyes that protected him and kept him safe were still there, there had to be. 

There had to be. 

"I'm not insane, Tommy." 

"Please, you have to listen to me." Tommy shook a little as Wilbur brought him into a hug, crushing him. 

He wanted to believe it made him feel better like it always had. 

But something about it felt poisonous, like a snake about to strike. 

"We've been through this together, Tommy. You and me. You and me against the world, Tommy." 

"I know." Tommy pushed his head into his chest, hugging him back comfortingly. 

He sounded so broken and desperate. 

Maybe he could still fix him. 

"I'm with you, Wilbur." Tommy closed his eyes, trying to let himself go, to not be afraid. To pretend he was safe. 

But it still felt like a trap. 

"Really?" 

Tommy's bones felt violated. "Yes...."

Wilbur pulled away, ecstatic. "HERE'S THE PLAN TOMMYINNIT!"

Wilbur grinned, rapidly explaining his plan that he had worked so hard on to perfect. "Tubbo's going to say a code phrase, 'Let the Festival begin,' he's going to run the fuck away-" 

"Tubbo's with us? Tubbo wants to do this?" Tommy's voice turned insistent and firm. This was one thing he would not bend to. "Because I'm not doing anything that he doesn't want to do."