"I said no!" Tommy shouted causing silence to fill the room, but only for a moment.
"I know you're worried," Wilbur put a reassuring handupon Tommy's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "he'd want you to sleep."
"You make it sound like he's dead," Tommy whispered as he refused to move from the spot on the bench.
"I'll pull another bed into here for you, how about that?" Reluctantly, Tommy nodded his head and watched as Wilburs figure disappear.
***
The twins watched Tommy breath in and out. Wilbur thought he looked peaceful in this very moment, like the stress if all the events never excited in the first place. As if it was just a bad dream.
Though Wilbur knew this wasn't the case as he turned to Techno, who whispered something to him "He'll be ok."
"As long as he doesn't know, yes he will be." Wilbur turned to leave the room, Techno soon following. "now all we need, is her."
- anarchy
"Wil, what is it with you and this girl? I thought we talked about this." Technoblade groaned, following Wilbur up and out of the ravine. "Uhm, where exactly do you think you're goin'?!"
Wilbur huffed, slowing his pace as he pulled out the file from his jacket. "30,125 blocks from here, give or take."
"Wilbur, what the fuck is that?!" Techno marched over, snatching the file and holding it above his head to read where Wilbur couldn't reach. He scanned it, eyes narrowing as he looked over at his twin. "Did.. did you make this?!"
Wilbur's eyes widened at the implication. "NO! Christ Tech, how much of a lunatic do you think I am?!"
Technoblade gave him a blank stare. "Do... do you really want me to answer that..?" Wilbur just rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "So then how'd you get this?"
"Tommy got worried about her and had Tubbo steal it from Manburg's files. Schlatt connected it to all server data - it has logged on dates, house locations, darkest fears..."
"That.. is the creepiest thing I've ever heard." The piglin slowly began to realize that since he's joined the server, that tyrant probably has sensitive information on him now... great. Just great. Would've been nice to know this before, he could've made a plan to at the very least keep the element of surprise here. Oh well. "I thought we agreed you'd let me handle this."
"With all due respect Techie, you don't know Schlatt or anyone else from this server as well as we do. They've got more power - they took one of my lives when they exiled us during the election. We need allies, Techno. Or else we don't stand a chance."
'They took one of my lives...'
The piglin brother could hear the voices stirring in anticipation for revenge, for death, for blood to stain the grass red. They... they killed him... they killed him when he couldn't even defend himself?! He gritted his teeth as he tried to take a deep breath. "They... what?" His eyes narrowed. "And when exactly were you planning on telling me this?!"
"Techno, please-" Wilbur sighed. "There's more important..." His eyes drifted behind his twin. Was... was that Fundy...? His son. His... his traitorous son. Heading towards them. "...fuck." Before Technoblade could realize what was going on, Wilbur had snatched up his wrist and pulled him behind a tree, hand to lips.
That's when he heard the whistling and creaking... was that a wagon...? A fox hybrid came into view, a clipboard tucked under his arm. He checked with a small dissatisfied groan. Still twenty away from the quota. "How about you assign Tubbo's work for the festival to someone else, Schlatt? No? No, you want me to pick up the place along with all the other work I've got? On the saaammme deadline?! Gee Schlatt, I'd love to..." He grumbled.