MCYT Oneshots

c!Wilbur Soot - Boom

You're covered in ash and dust, and you're crying.

But, in contrast to you and Phil's curled up, shaking forms, Wilbur is standing up straight, admiring us handiwork.

He sighs contentedly, spreading his arms out wide.

"L'MANBURG, MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY! FOREVER UNFINISHED!" He yells, cackling with glee afterwards.

His voice echoes down the mountain, through you doubt your shocked friends and family below could hear it.

"Wilbur... what have you done?" You ask shakily, rising to your feet. Phil does the same, supporting himself on you as he gets up.

Wilbur inhales heavily. "Well, my time is over." He murmurs and your narrow your eyes.

"What do you mean?" Phil asks, voicing your thoughts.

"You'll have to kill me, Phil." Wilbur states, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"What? He won't. You- you can't die, Wil!" You exclaim, but Wilbur just shakes his head.

"He will. I'm sorry, Y/N. I love you, I really do." He says, and you swear you can see tears in his eyes.

Phil shakes his head. "She's right. I won't do it." He confirms, and Wilbur clicks his tongue.

"C'mon. They won't forgive me down there," Wilbur motions to the people below, "you'll have to kill me. I've done what I wanted to."

"No." Phil replies simply. Wilbur lets out a short laugh.

"Do it. Kill me. You know you want to." He asserted, eyes focused on Phil.

"No! I won't."

"Do it. Come on Phil. Kill me."

"I can't! you're my son!" Phil pleads, but Wilbur shakes his head.

"I don't care, dad. Kill me. Philza, come one. Philz- Killza! Yes, Killza! Come on. Kill me." Wilbur begs, voice rising in volume until he's yelling at Phil to kill him.

"Do it."

In a flash, Phil's sword is in his hand, then it's in Wilbur's chest.

Wilbur smiles as the sword pierces his chest.

"No! Wil!" You scream, running towards him.

You fall to your knees next to your boyfriend, cupping his cheeks.

"I'm- I'm so sorry, Y/N." He whispers.

You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He was dying, and there's nothing you could do.

You could only let him go in peace.

"It doesn't matter now. You'll be alright." You mutter, stroking his cheek.

Wilbur smiles woozily, his consciousness draining quickly.

"You can relax now, Wil. It's ok." You reassure, and Wilbur starts to cry.

"No, no. Shhh, don't cry, you're ok." You console.

You can hear Phil breathing shakily behind you. But you don't care about him now.

"Thank you, Y/N. I love you so much." Wilbur sniffles.

"I love you too, Wil," you sigh, and will the tears to stop flowing.

"Now, you've done it. L'Manburg is yours again. You can let go. You can sleep." You murmur, voice breaking.

Wilbur smiles, and his eyes slowly flutter closed. His chest stops rising and falling.

He's dead.

You let out a pained howl.

Broken sobs rip out of your throat. You can barely breathe.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. I- I didn't know what else to do." Phil murmurs form behind you.

You don't answer, in fact, you barely listen.

He's really dead. Wilbur's dead.

The love of your life, snatched away in barely any time.

You curl yourself over his limp body, and cry. You cry harder than you ever have in your life.

You cry because it's not fair.

He's gone.

No more. Reduced to a memory.

You loved him.

It's not fair.