Chapter Text
He groaned, a bright light flashing into his ocean blue eyes. He wanted to scream, unable to. Where was he? Muffled voices made their way to his ears, making him want to cover his ears and drown the voices away. He wants Wilbur, is Wilbur here? No, Wilbur is dead. A voice reminded him, making the teen curl into himself, a small whine escaping his lips.
Someone looks over to the teen, their eyes widening. Giving them a concerned face until looking over to the person next to them. “What do we do?” They ask, their voice leaking concern as the other stares at the teen. “I don’t know.”
-
He wasn’t supposed to be here. Where was he, again? He opened his eyes slightly, his vision blurry as he spotted a figure in the dark room with him. Anxiety pricked onto his arms, tears flying to his eyes as he let out a choked sound, shutting his eyes tightly.
It’s Dream, it has to be Dream.
Please don’t be Dream, he can’t stand being in a room alone with him. He’s his friend, though? Where is Tubbo?
-
He’s awake again, his entire body aching. Is he in the same place as before? He hoped he wasn’t. Was Dream still here?
Groaning, he opened his eyes again. His vision was still blurry, but he was able to make out that he was in a room, familiarity hitting him like a truck. Squinting his eyes, he turned his head to the side, seeing someone sitting in a chair at the wall. He just let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes again.
-
Where’s Phil? Oh, yeah. He’s with Techno. He wanted to cry, curl up in the bed he was in and just cry. His body ached, and he wanted to get up and run. He didn’t bother to open his eyes again, not wanting to see if anyone was in the room again, or to see if he had possibly changed rooms.
Am I dead?
-
He misses his family. They were always there for him before. Before Wilbur went insane, before Techno and Phil left for the empire. He misses when they were all together, happy. Like a real family.
At least he has Dream now,
right?
-
He sat outside of the van, his brown hair being brushed by the wind. It’s been a week or so since.. He showed up out of nowhere. He was found by Niki, who had called out for him immediately to come over and check it out.
His heart stopped the moment he saw him. His baby brother, Tommy, laying on the ground looking the worst he’s ever been. His hair was longer, his eye bags were darker. He had bandages around his arms and legs, his clothing ripped up and torn. He looked so.. lifeless. Wilbur immediately ran over to him, picking him up and almost cried at how light he was. This couldn’t be his brother. His brother was loud, ruthless, loyal, so filled with life and love. The boy he was holding now seemed to be drained of everything that made him Tommy, the only clue showing it was Tommy was his appearance.
Wilbur ran to the medical tent they had up, not stopping for anything or anyone. Eret was in the tent, and had stopped at the sight of Wilbur holding the fragile boy. He helped him clean up his wounds, eventually calling in BadBoyHalo to help them.
Wilbur couldn’t stand seeing him like that. It confused him, since he had seen Tommy and Tubbo running around with the bees not too long before he showed up. When he found the.. Older and less alive version of his brother, he had thought that his Tommy would still be home. He had thought that he would still be with Tubbo.
That was until Tubbo ran to him, crying about how Tommy was gone. He was sobbing, and Wilbur wasn’t able to make out what the teen was saying. He had tried calming him down, only being able to calm him down to the point where Tubbo had managed to say to him ‘Tommy’s gone’.
Wilbur had frozen in place at the words. His little brother was gone, and replaced by an older, less alive version of him. He bit his lip, telling Tubbo to go to his house and rest and they’ll figure out what was happening soon.
Wilbur didn’t sleep that night. He sat by the fake Tommy’s side all night, wanting to see if he would just wake up. He wanted to know what happened, and he wanted his brother back. He heard the teen mumbling to himself in his sleep, saying a few things that Wilbur wasn’t able to catch.
Niki had walked into the room early in the morning to check on the boy, seeing Wilbur was still awake. She sat beside him, hugging the brunette as he began crying, telling her that he had no idea what to do, telling her that their Tommy was gone.
Tubbo had walked into the room an hour after, his hair pointing up in random places and eyes puffed up and red. It was obvious he hadn’t slept. He sat beside Niki, staring at the boy that laid in the bed in front of him.
The three sat there, small conversation on what they should do being the only thing that they could talk about. They all froze at the sound of the boy laying in the bed having a small whine escape their lips, Tubbo’s eyes widening as he stares at the teen, wanting to rush to his side and tell him everything will be alright. Except he couldn’t, this isn’t his best friend.. Right?
He looked over at Wilbur, concern and worry painted on his face. “What do we do?” He asked, his voice raspy and quiet. Wilbur stares at the figure in the bed, not looking over at the brunette as he continues to stare at them. “I don’t know.” He admits quietly, Niki giving him a sympathetic look.
That was a week ago. A week with his little brother being gone, and a week with someone that has the same face as him laying in a bed which was now in a building. He stared out to the walls built around their country to keep them safe, wanting to run past them and look for his brother.
L’Manburg was so quiet, so dead without him. He missed him so much.
Wilbur didn’t notice someone running up to him until they were right in front of them, leaning against the van for support as they catched their breath. Fundy, his son, was in front of him, trying to get the words to slip out of his mouth. Wilbur gave him a confused look as he stood up, placing a hand on the fox’s shoulder. “What’s up, son?” He asked, waiting for the fox to catch his breath.
When he did, he looked up at Wilbur with a frantic look.
“He’s awake.”