#i had. this thought. also. that when quackity starts leaving his coat in schlatt's house

[comfymoth]

you NEED to tell us anout the selkie q + schlatt lore i am so interested in those two ,, schlatt has qs selkie seal skin so that means he's trapped with him and Oughhhhfhhghhhhghhz zzz Need more lore PLS!!!!!

i feel like i'm going to have to put this under a readmore because i just KNOW i'm gonna ramble, but selkie q and human schlatt is a dynamic that can just be sooo. wow. horrific!

see, all quackity wants to do is explore the mainland, and that's how he meets schlatt initially! he's too close to the shore, and maybe he runs into a net, maybe he just gets caught sneaking around like a dork, but either way-- schlatt's the first human to find him. and he's the first human that quackity's ever met! of course q's heard all the staries, all the warnings, and he starts off baring his teeth, but... schlatt seems to just find it funny. and quackity kind of likes his jokes, and his flattery, and before he knows it he's admitting all his little-mermaid-ass dreams of being where the people are out loud. and schlatt agrees to show him!

so, that's their deal, for a little while. every day, quackity meets up with schlatt at the beach, and schlatt plays tour guide for him on land. he also teaches q how to blend in while he's up there, shows him what humans eat, how they act, how they dress-- after all, he can't just walk around in that coat. why not borrow schlatt's clothes instead? he can leave the coat in his closet. and of course, that's the concession quackity's the most hesitant to make, insisting at first on keeping it on him at all times, but-- schlatt's a nice guy. right? they've been meeting like this for a while, and he's never been anything but trustworthy. if he wanted his coat, he would have taken it already, surely. so... eventually. quackity gives in. decides to just, hang it up in schlatt's closet while they spend the day out. and at the end of the day, sure enough-- he gets it back!

they keep up this arrangement for a while, until quackity's spending days, weeks, months at a time with schlatt, just hanging around his house. and it's fun! he's having fun, he swears, but there are... occasional fights. small ones. turns out schlatt drinks more than he thought. he's moodier, when quackity's observing him for these long stretches of time. and maybe it's one of these days, when the tensions are a bit higher, and nerves wearing a bit thinner, that quackity decides he's just going out for a quick swim, just to clear his head-- only to find his coat isn't in the closet. and that fight is probably the only part of this au i ever pictured fully clearly, maybe one day i'll actually write it down, but point is that's when it goes to hell. that's when quackity realizes he's fucked.

it takes a while longer to really reach this point, but with a bit of convincing from an old friend, wilbur, quackity will eventually decide he has one way out of here. if he can't steal his coat back without getting caught, then he's just going to have to kill his husband.

[mioakem]

anyone else ever think abt pre revival ctntduo? cause i do. like just think abt it. cq and cwil have always had their eyes on the other, but due to political rivalries and cschlatt, they never got to act upon their feelings. but then cq joins pogtopia and ya, they’re both a little bit fucked up, but they find solace in eachother. quackity sees it as love, maybe it’s cause he just got out of a shitty and abuse relationship, but he truly loves wil. Wilbur sees it as casual, right? he’s not planning on living past november 16th, so no use in falling in love now, right? wilbur begins to trust q, he trusts him enough to show him his plans. q is mortified, he tries his best to stop him. after that, q is more hesitant towards wil. they stop spending the nights together, and q starts avoiding him all together. it’s fine, ofc, it was casual, just like wil had thought. the nights are so much colder. when november 16th comes around, q is scared, mainly for wil. he doesn’t want to lose him, even though he already did. but, it doesn’t matter, wilbur dies.

quackity grieves, but only in the late hours of the night. no one knew about him and wil, and no one ever will. it was casual, no matter how much q didn’t want to believe that. q doesn’t let himself grieve forever, he picks himself up, he works with tubbo and tommy to rebuild what wilbur had destroyed. he tries to forget about the man he loved, but there’s always that lingering feeling. he starts seeing karl and sapnap, they’re good to him, they love him. he loves them as well, of course, why wouldn’t he? there’s no lingering smells of cigarettes, no grimy trench-coats, no matted curly hair. but there’s also no adrenaline to it, no stolen glances and secret meetings in the dark corners of the ravine. but he ignores it, and he stays with them, because they’re good to him, and he needs to learn that that kind of love is good for him.

then he shows up. at first, he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him, but no, he was face to face with wilbur’s ghost. quackity doesn’t know what to feel, so he doesn’t. he tries to ignore the ghost, but he’s a persistent one. quackity quickly learns that ghostbur’s memory isn’t the best. he learns that ghostbur remembers nothing of their time together. quackity pretends like it wasn’t a knife to the gut. of course he wouldn’t remember, just meant nothing, it was casual. it shouldn’t bother him anyways, he wasn’t in love with wilbur! and even if he was, it shouldn’t matter, he has karl and sapnap after all.

then everything falls apart. tommy burnt down george’s house, dream put up walls, tommy was exiled. quackity pushes everything personal aside, his country is what’s most important to him. he plans the hog hunt, he doesn’t think about wilbur for even a second, entirely focused on killing technoblade.

he fails, he loses his first life, he learns that tommy’s dead, and now he wants to kill dream. his injuries heal within weeks, but he refuses to take off the bandages, terrified of what lies underneath. he ignores ghostbur entirely, he doesn’t want the ghost to see him like this. he doesn’t want wilbur to see what’s become of him.

tommy is alive, tommy leaves his partnership with technoblade, l’manburg is destroyed, and ghostbur wants to be revived. quackity is mortified by the idea, he doesn’t want wilbur back, right? why would he, the man clearly doesn’t give two shits about him. ghostbur is nice, ghostbur is kind, he’s the better version of wilbur. quackity should’ve fallen in love with this version of wilbur instead. but why is he thinking like that? he has his fiancés, he’s happy in his romantic life.

dream is in prison, quackity creates las nevadas as a place for him, karl, and sapnap to live, they create a nation without him. He doesn’t care, it was never that serious anyways. quackity ignores ghostbur entirely, he’s too busy to think about the dead man, especially when there’s another one on his mind.

tommy dies, tommy is revived, schlatt wants to be revived. once upon a time, he was in love with schlatt, he was head over heals, one could say. once your in love, you never truly fall out of it, so quackity agrees to help schlatt. ghostbur begins to forget about quackity, and q is alright with that. what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. it was never ghostbur that was on his mind anyways. at night time, quackity dreams of a ravine.

quackity begins visiting dream. he needs that book, he needs to make the man pay for what he’s done, he needs to avenge tommy. so many reasons for torturing the masked man, so why doesn’t it feel justifiable. he knows deep down he stopped being the good guy a long time ago, he just doesn’t remember when he became the bad guy

quackity leaves a note for his dead…rival? lover? fling? he doesn’t know what to call him, so he settles with dearest friend. he lets him know he was right. and then quackity lets him go. he moves on, he’s ready to let the smoke clear from his memory.

quackity had told tommy he was always welcome in las nevadas, so he was expecting his arrival sooner or later. quackity had wanted tommy to join las nevadas for a while, not just because he would be a viable asset but also because, well sue him, he actually cares for the kid.

he goes over to greet him, he wants to show him around, considering it would be his first time in the golden city.

he just hadn’t expected to see a fully saturated wilbur soot standing next to him, dawning a matching white streak in his hair

[theonlygamergost]

He didn’t hesitate - Dream-ing SMP au

I was one of the people who wanted to see Wilbur blow everything up at the festival, and I also want to see Phil on the Dream SMP, but since he isn’t on the server... what if I mixed these two things that didn’t happen? 

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The Dream-ing SMP au is an au where Wilbur, Techno, Tommy and Tubbo join Phil’s Minecraft hardcore world, right after they joined, Wilbur gets a mysterious fever that makes him sleep for three days, while asleep, he dreams about the Dream SMP. So now, Wilbur will have to deal with the feelings and events that happened in the Dream SMP knowing that he dreamt them himself, All while living in Phil’s peaceful hardcore world.

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Cw// Jschlatt, Dream SMP festival - Tw// Swearing, TNT, (almost) Drowning, Angst, lots of angst, mention of nightmares?

This is very angsty, just saying, be ready to cry.

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Enjoy!

“Let the festival begin!” Tubbo exclaimed, everyone wondered why he had said such a line when the festival of Manburg had been going on for almost an hour now, but the line wasn’t meant for them.

From the top of the building he was standing on, he jumped down in broad daylight, running for the back of the hill, “WILBUR SOOT?” Quackity noticed his brown coat instantly, moving the attention of the president to him.

Both Niki’s and Fundy’s screams of his name were drowned by the adrenaline pumping through his blood, he jumped over the fence and dug the dirt covering the room with the button, he looked once more at the sign singing the L’Manburg anthem, sighed, and pressed the button, bolting outside once again, climbing over the hill to get a better view, he yelled “TUBBO, TECHNO, TOMMY RUN!!!” On cue, Techno started up his elytra meanwhile Tommy jumped off the same building Wilbur did.

Tubbo was about to jump off the stage to run towards him, to run in the woods, and finally join him in Pogtopia, but Jschlatt grabbed his arm,” Where are you going Tubbo? Are you following orders from that guy instead of mine?” Tubbo stuttered, Schlatt giggled, “Of course you would, traitor” To the sight of the president of MAnburg grabbing Tubbo’s arm, Tommy turned around and loaded his crossbow, ready to shoot at Schlatt and free his friend, but it was too late.

Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong in that exact moment.

Techno’s wings got shot, making him fall, Niki kneeled down to help him, the explosions had already made the blackstone stage and the seats in front of it disappear and Tommy, at the sight of his friend disappearing in a cloud of dust, froze still, “TOMMY RUN!!!” Wilbur shouted, running back towards a TNT-danger zone, but the blonde boy had also disappeared in the explosion by now, a cloud of dust engulfed the British boy in the brown coat.

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Wilbur sat up, sweat, tears, and heavy breathing clouded his mind and plagued his body, looking around frantically, the sober pattern of smooth stone, cobblestone, and oak fences welcomed him to the simple house, purple shulker boxes disposed in a line pointed at a pair of wings and a striped bucket hat, “P-Phil?”.

By the wall of chests, Phil was grabbing materials and mumbling to himself, his name being cried out by Wilbur made him turn around, “Will! Mate! You finally woke- Are you… ok?” The bright smile turned into a more preoccupied expression. Leaving the lists of things he needed on a shulker and sitting next to Wilbur on the red bed, Phil touched his forehead to find out it was boiling and covered in sweat, “You have a fever… that explains it” he mumbled to himself, making Wilbur even more confused.

“Explains what? And why are you here? Why am I here? I’m supposed to be in the Dream SMP Phil!” It was Phil’s turn to stare blankly at Wilbur, “Dream SMP? What are you talking about? Also, why wouldn’t you be here? You came here with Tubbo, Techno, and Tommy a couple of weeks ago now, did you forget about it?” At the sound of the names of his fellow Pogtopians, he asked where they were, to which Phil simply pointed outside.

The two young boys were playing happily with some of the dogs, giggling and running in the morning’s bright sun, a glass building with bees, and a fence full of cows could be seen in the distance.

“Techno left to mine some more netherite for you all, he won’t be back for a while”.

Knowing that everyone was safe made his heart rest a bit, only to get preoccupied with the fact that the older man didn’t know about the SMP “But what about the war? The election?” Phil sighed, getting up from Will’s bed “The fever must be getting to you Wilbur, you are speaking nonsense” Wilbur tried to complain, telling him about Schlatt and how he needed to get L’Manburg back, but Phil simply brought a hand up in a sign for him to stop rambling.

He took a cloth, dipping it into the cauldron and wringing it, going back to the bed, he gently pushed Wilbur down on his back and placed the damp cloth on his steaming forehead, “You slept for three days straight with a fever mate, it’s normal that your mind can get a bit delirious, I’m sure it must have been a pretty intense dream too, you kept shifting and whimpering, I think you cried a couple of times too.” Phil moved away from the bed again

A… dream? The Dream SMP was all… a dream?”

“Here, drink this” he helped Wilbur sit up-right again, giving him a glass of water, he started gulping down the liquid.

But it was all so detailed… he could feel the heat of the sun and the warmth of the other players…  he could feel the pain with each arrow and fall… everything looked and felt so real!

“Not to be a dick Will, but the sweat is starting to dry, if you don’t go wash you’ll start stinking soon” Phil interrupted his train of thoughts, “Plus, the water today isn’t cold, just a bit chilly, it’ll do you good, collecting your thoughts and waking you up… you might want to consider” Wilbur nodded, giving the blonde man back the glass after murmuring out a thanks for the water and the suggestion.

Getting up, the world started spinning, forcing him to sit back down. He waited a minute or so before slowly standing up again and leaning on the wall for support, his body did feel like he had been asleep for three days, his legs were holding him but they shook. As he looked down at them he realized that he was wearing his old skin: white tee, black jacket, and black trousers, it was definitely more comfortable than the L’Manburg and the Pogtopia skin.

Clicking the button to open the iron door, the bright sunlight blinded him briefly, while his eyes adjusted, some cheers in the distance brought him back to when it was just them, right after Eret betrayed them, Tommy, Tubbo, and himself, rebuilding the blown up L’Manburg while goofing around… the sunlight was just as warm.

The ocean surrounding most of Phil’s house was clear, you could see the bottom, the fishes and the sea lanterns.

Thank god in Minecraft you didn’t have to worry about your clothes getting wet, you could just jump in, feel the water on your skin, and be completely dry a few seconds after getting out.

So he did just that, taking a deep breath and inhaling as much oxygen as he could, he let his trembling legs give out and fall into the water.

In a second, everything went quiet, the cool water washed over him, getting rid of stress, sweat, and the effects of the fever, he felt reborn.

Just as he did when Dream gave him the TNT.

His forehead wrinkled, how was it all a dream? Tommy and Tubbo looked so peaceful while playing earlier, there is no way that they would have looked like that if the SMP happened, and Phil didn’t know anything about it? At this point, it had to have been a dream…

So if… hypothetically speaking… the Dream SMP… the wars… the betrayals… the election… the festival… If they were all a dream…

Did he create all of those situations? Did he think about Eret betrayal, all of those explosions, Schlatt winning, him and Tommy running into the woods…

Did he think about killing his friends? About making them fight in combat?

He made them suffer… he dreamt about making his friends suffer!

What kind of person does that?! What kind of friend dreams about those things?!

A faint voice called out his name, but his vision started to get darker… he was out of oxygen, but he was too occupied calling himself a monster… he was terrified of his mind… he was…

“WILBUR!!!”

In the last moment of consciousness, a shadow covered the few rays of sun filtered by the water while warm arms wrapped around him, pulling him upwards, then everything faded.

“WERE YOU NOT LOOKING OVER HIM??” “No- I didn’t think he would have just sunk to the bottom like a rock! He looked fine!” “Is he breathing?” “If-... He-... doesn’t-... soon-!”

As if a rock fell on his chest, Wilbur gasped for air as water rose up his throat, using his elbow as support as he coughed out the water that ended up in his lungs. He could feel the presence of people next to him, but he was too tired to turn and see who they were.

As he started breathing air again, he collapsed back on his back, the lights shined on the worried faces of Tommy, Phil, and Tubbo who where standing behind the man that was sitting on his knees in front of him, he was also panting and his clothes were also wet, after focusing on his face harder, he was able to see that it was Technoblade.

He gave him cpr...

“Will? Can you-... hear me? See me?” He nodded, Techno sighed in relief, using his hands to help himself up straight, he allowed Phil to kneel down next to Wilbur, sitting next to him up and cupping his face, “What the fuck crossed your mind, Wilbur?! Why would you not swim up to breathe?!”

He wasn’t paying too much attention to Phil, his eyes were focused on Tubbo that was holding his mouth, and Tommy who was hugging him, eyes clearly puffy from crying.

Then, behind the two teens, Technoblade emerged back from the water, with his royal red cape in a hand, and his shiny crown in the other.

Techno jumped in the water without taking his cape off…

The voice he heard calling his name in fear was Techno’s…

Techno saw Wilbur in the water and jumped in without taking his cape and crown off…

At that point, Wilbur started crying, gripping on Phil’s shoulder as hard as he could.

In the Dream SMP Techno did not hesitate to agree on helping Wilbur in his maniacal plan, without fear of his reputation getting damaged or getting his hands dirty…

… Just like he didn’t hesitate to jump in the water, even with the risk of damaging his cape and losing his crown.

[hermits-that-craft]

Staying With The Traitor - Chapter One

A Reluctant Agreement

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26695042/chapters/65115157

“Gentlemen I believe I could provide you sanctuary.” Eret says quietly, appearing around the corner. Wilbur moves in front of where he thinks Tommy could be, though he can’t see the teen.

“Eret how fucking dare you!” Tommy yells, his voice falling from besides Wilbur.

“I have value still.” Wilbur spits towards Eret, who flinches away from the ex-president of L’manburg.

“You’ve been betrayed, I can help you.” Eret says, offering his hand to Wilbur.

“Eret the fucking nerve of you.”

“We know we’ve been betrayed.” Wilbur glares at him. “For a second time.”

“Whoever you’re mailing won’t come for a few weeks, even if they leave the second they get the letter.” Eret points out, and Wilbur nearly crushes the letter in his fist. “I can offer you sanctuary in a place that Schlatt won’t look for you, so you don’t have to run constantly.”

“We can run, Eret.” Tommy says, the potion slowly wearing off. He pulls out another invisibility potion, his form flickering as it comes into view.

“You shouldn’t have to run, Tommy.” Eret says sympathetically. “You’re just a kid. This shouldn’t have happened to you.”

“I’m not just a kid!”

“You’re only sixteen, you shouldn’t have been thrown out of your own country, political opposition or not.” Eret looks to Wilbur. “You know where to find me, just…

Consider it.”

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Dear Technoblade, Do you remember how you said that it was a bad idea for me to hold an election? So soon after becoming president? You were right. Of course you were right. Schlatt became president. He kicked me out - which is fair, I ran against him, I should have expected that. But he also kicked Tommy out. Tommy! A child. Tubbo’s working for him, Tommy says that he doesn’t want to but I’m not so sure. Tubbo doesn’t appear to be harmed, though. We can’t get close enough to tell. We’re on the run. We’re going to be on the run for a while, we need your help. We need to take back L’manburg. Please Techno, please come to help. Thanks, Wilbur Soot (Though this is mainly Tommy’s idea. I don’t want to get betrayed again get you mixed up in all of this)

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Tommy shivers in the little dirt house they had made, dug down and buried six feet under a tree. Wilbur sighs, wrapping a blanket around Tommy’s shoulders, not saying anything as they listen to rain and footsteps above them. Quackity shouts directly above them, and Tommy flinches, a bloodied bandage over his arm. Wilbur lifts a finger over his mouth, reminding Tommy to be as quiet as he can as Wilbur attempts to bandage his leg. They can’t make out anything, and soon the footsteps leave, but Wilbur doesn’t relax, even as he watches Tommy drift off into sleep.

It’s too quiet.

Not like L’manburg, or Manburg, with the sounds of potions brewing and people whispering off into the night, or owls flying and bats screeching. There was alway noise to keep him company on long nights.

Now, the only sound is Tommy's breathing, slow and steady. A beat to keep the time. Wilbur tucks Tommy into the bed, promising to himself that tomorrow night, he’ll ask to sleep in it. Just like he promised to himself last night, and the night before. 

“I’ll be back soon, I’m just going to get some food for us to have tomorrow.” Wilbur promises the sleeping teen, creating a small hole for him to climb out of. They’ll need to find a new base soon.

The cold night air nips at Wilbur, and he is quickly drenched by the rain. Wilbur shivers, imagining the warmth of L’manburg on a night like this. Tubbo, Tommy, Fundy, Jack, Nikki and himself all around a fire, laughing, telling stories. Eret, maybe, if Nikki brought him with a small comment about a big, cold and empty castle. A few comments about betrayal and a trade of wine later and the room would be singing again, the two teens trying to get wine from Fundy or Jack while Eret tells Nikki and himself about how his kingdom is going. Wilbur doesn’t blame Eret for the betrayal, even if the wound is still so fresh that it stings. Who wouldn’t betray the side that appeared to be losing for a kingdom to rule over? Eret did seem to enjoy being the king, and he was fairer on his people then Dream was.

Wilbur frowns, catching himself thinking about Eret in the past tense. He can’t remember when that started. Eret should still be king, and he should still be a fair and just ruler.

Wilbur pulls himself out of his memories and buries his yearning for the past under a need for food. Tommy will need food in the morning, and so will he. Neither man can afford to starve out here, so far away from civilisation.

Not far enough, it would appear.

“This is Dream SMP land, Schlatt.” Eret’s voice cuts through the forest, and Wilbur freezes, pulling the brown coat he found around him as he ducks behind a tree. “I sincerely hope that you aren’t breaking our treaties.”

“I’m simply looking for two outlaws.” Schlatt’s voice sends cold terror down Wilbur’s spine, and he looks to the tree that Tommy is sleeping peacefully under. Tommy could die tonight, if Schlatt finds him. Or worse.

“From my understanding, you exiled them. They are no longer in your land, in Manburg, so you are breaking the treaty that was signed for your protection.”

“Oh please,” Schlatt laughs. “Do you mean to tell me that the treaty signed by outlaws is still in effect? In any case, those two are also in Dream SMP land. They’re breaking the treaty as well, unless you let them in.”

“They have citizenship of Dream SMP, because unlike some democratically elected leaders, I don’t allow children to be country-less.”

“But they are homeless.” Schlatt laughs, and Wilbur freezes, mulling over the new information. They’re under Dream SMP rule again. “Why are you out here, Eret? I thought that you would want to stay inside your big empty castle.”

“I heard your men shouting for a hunt, I was concerned for my citizens and came out here.”

“So you know where they live?” Schlatt’s voice is light, the question darker than his voice portrays it.

“Why does that matter to you.” Eret’s voice goes dark, as though he knows the danger that the question poses, the fear it sparks in Wilbur. 

“I'm looking for them. I want to talk.” Wilbur holds his bow tighter, not prepared for a fight but ready if he needs to be.

“With netherite weapons.” Eret’s voice is incredulous. “I don’t believe that it will remain peaceful.”

“What's your point?”

“Go home, Schlatt. You have a country to rule, leave my citizens to me.” Eret growls, and Wilbur hears a twig snap as one of them moves.

More twigs snap, and Wilbur can hear Schlatt grumble under his breath as he walks away. Before he can move, before he can even release the breath he didn’t know he was holding, Eret sighs.

“I’m sorry I can’t do more for you two.” Eret mumbles, and Wilbur can hear the sorrow in his voice. “I’m trying my hardest. I really am. I’m making sure everyone is doing okay, I’ve hidden Nikki from Schlatt and his lackeys and they’re none the wiser. If only I could convince Tubbo to join Nikki, then at least I could say that he’s okay.”

“Thank you, Eret.” Wilbur whispers, and Eret takes in a sharp breath.

“Wil? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Where’s Tommy, is he okay?”

Wilbur steps out from behind the tree, and he sees Eret for the first time in what feels like years. The king has bags around his eyes, his crown discarded for a netherite helmet and armour glistens in the rain. Hair pokes out from under the helmet, and behind Eret’s sunglasses his eyes glow so bright that Wilbur can see them before he sees the bags that appear so prominent. His cape isn’t on, his regal attire clearly exchanged for more practical wear. As though he thought a fight would break out. A sword rests in its sheath, and Wilbur can see the glow from the enchantments on it. Eret, despite the bags under his eyes and the concern written into his features, looks regal, put together.

Wilbur knows that he must look like shit next to him. Covered in dirt and mud and blood from not being able to stop for a moment to clean himself, bags under his eyes from days of sleeping on dirt or stone floors, and messy hair hidden under a saturated beanie. Wilbur’s probably the most clean that he’s been since the election, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t look like a drowned rat.

“Tommy’s alright.” Wilbur finally answers, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, he’s hurt, they haven’t stopped hunting us, but he isn’t dead. Asleep, right now.”

“You left him by himself?” Eret doesn’t sound like he’s judging Wilbur, just asking him a polite question, but Wilbur can’t help the rage that leaps into his throat.

“Someone has to feed him. We need food after all. It’s safest to hunt at-”

“I know, I’m not judging. Just wondering if the person who you wrote that letter to arrived.”

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Dear Wilbur Soot, I’ll come as soon as I can. I need to do some things with Dad Phil first, but I should arrive in about a month. Maybe two months, if I can convince Phil to come with me. Don’t die, Techno

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“My offer still stands, you know.” Eret says, walking towards Wilbur. “If you’d like to, I can set you both up a room tonight and you can come in the morning.”

“How would I tell Tommy?” Wilbur sighs into his hands, sitting on the leaf covered grass. “I promised him freedom from tyranny, and now a dictator is hunting him and our only refuge is the country that we started a revolution against.”

“I think he’d be more happy to be safe,” Eret suggests, and Wilbur glares at him. “I mean, he’s just a kid. He needs the safety.”

“Could we go to your castle now?” Wilbur asks, his voice small. Guilt eats at his insides as he looks to the ground. Selling Tommy and his freedom for safety. Selling their freedom to a traitor. Sure, a friend when Nikki invited him in, a person they took pity on in a lonely castle, but someone who would sell them out to the highest bidder, just like last time.

“Of course, do you want me to wait here?” Eret asks, and a smile forms on his lips. Wilbur glares at the grass, weighing his options.

“No.” He says, standing slowly. “Unless you don’t want to crawl through a one by one block dirt hole.”

“I don’t care.” Eret shrugs. “As long as I can make sure you’re both safe.”

Bastard. Wilbur spits in his mind, but he keeps his mouth shut as he walks towards the small hole. How is he supposed to tell Tommy, especially with Eret in the room with them? How can he let the boy down?

Wilbur kicks a stone, sighing to himself. It’s for the best. It’ll keep Tommy safe.

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Dear Tommy Innit, Sup, I know Wilbur doesn’t want to go through another betrayal, alright? He isn’t that good at hiding what he writes on letters. Look, I know you both. I care about you both, so I’m going to ask you a favour. Make sure Wilbur is alright until Phil and I get there, okay? Thanks, Techno.

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“Thank god you’re alright!” Tommy says, slowly standing up. He limps to Wilbur, checking the man over for injuries. “I thought that you were hurt, you shouldn’t have left someone could have found you, or followed you back or-”

“Tommy we’re going now.” Wilbur says as Eret steps into the room. “We-”

“What? Why?”

“We can’t stay here.” Wilbur swallows his pride, sorrowful eyes meet Tommy’s tired ones. “We have to stay with Eret until Techno and Phil come, alright?”

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