wilbur feels a chill in his bones. no, not the same chill he's felt for years staying in hell. it's the chill of trouble happening, or, at least, about to happen.
he stops the shuffling of his old, bent cards, and focuses on the empty void around him.
it's silent, but he's always known better than to trust such a feeble thing. afterall- it was like that when he was alive, nothing really changes when you're dead.
a deep groan cuts through it. one too familiar that wilbur instantly stands up from his usual sitting spot and run. run to wherever the hell the sound was coming from. he can feel his legs cramping from the sudden movements. he doesn't care.
a flash of pink catches his eyes. he stops in his tracks, wondering if the sick devil were playing some tricks on him.
there lay in the middle of nothingness that is the void, is his twin brother. conscious, shaking, and.. most definitely, real. he can hear the panicked breaths, can tell how confused the other is.
"techno?" the question comes as a hushed breath from wilbur. barely audible. one of techno's pig ears twitches, and the pig turns around so fast wilbur was almost worried he might get whiplash.
"wilbur." techno's face basically lights up. wilbur can't help but tackle him to the ground, arms tight around him as if he were to run away. techno yelps- falling to ground with his twin brother on top of him.
"why are you here, what did they do to you," wilbur rambles, techno's in the underworld, which means he's practically fucking dead.
"wil- wilbur, i dont have time to explain all of it, but tommy betrayed me, and- and now all of his new government friends came to my house to try and execute me-" techno said, panic rising with each word. "they got phil, wilbur. they put phil in house arrest, they locked him up because of me."
wilbur tried to catch up with every single thing his brother just said, apparently the server's continued to be very active even after his death. and, there was another government that tommy and "his friends" made? he was about to speak, about to ask more questions, but neon green sparkles started to surround techno.
"im sorry, im sorry, wil," techno hugs him back, the green taking up most of his vision now, "but i'm not supposed to be here yet."
and then techno disappeared.
wilbur laid there in disbelief, seemingly hugging his own self as his own mind swirls with questions, probably to be left unanswered till technoblade dies and comes back to hell.
he's more curious as to what's going on back up in the server than he is at whatever the hell just happened to his twin brother. a new government? executions? phil being locked up, and tommy betraying techno? it all seemed unreal.
a laugh escapes him, unhinged and manic- he cannot wait till another person dies and goes to the empty place called hell.