Predator (DWT x OC)

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"No, no Wilbur, what about Tubbo? And Rose and Niki? And Jack? They're still on our side, it's just Schlatt Wilbur-"

"They let it happen! Tubbo is working with Schlatt, you heard him Tommy, we can't trust anyone anymore. We lost the election." He pauses, eyes wide, shaking hands burying themselves, white knuckled in his hair. "We lost. We lost everything Tommy, Schlatt won."

They had. They had lost everything and it fucking sucked. Tommy was miserable and hurt, and he just really missed a nice bed and a warm room and clean clothes and his best friends. He just wants to go home, and surely, surely his home wants him back too. 

"We can trust Tubbo! And we can definitely trust Rose and Niki, none of them would betray us." He keeps protesting, because what Wilbur says is insane, and they can't have lost everything, they still have time to go home and get it back. 

Wilbur is hunched over, quivering against a wall, hands protectively encased over his head as if the thoughts of the loss they had just suffered where going to come out and attack him. 

Wilbur is rarely like this, always stoic, and calm and knows what to do. Not that Tommy isn't perfectly capable of being a leader himself, not that he relies on Wilbur or anything, but it's always nice to have backup, someone at your side. 

It would be really nice now. 

Tommy never knew his parents. It's weird, now, that the time to think about pasts and parents and old, long forgotten moments is in the aftermath of the world shattering around him, when there is a million other productive things to do. Minds work in funny ways.

There was no family dinners, or roadtrips, or village beginnings, or pillager raids, or anything remarkable at all. No tragic hero backstory, or compelling tragic tale. It was just Tommy, in a field, alone in the grass. 

It's probably the most unremarkable, remarkable backstory anyone could have, a stand out from the more common family being scorched to ash in their homes kind of backstory, so Tommy'll run with it. They could jazz it up a little when they write the history books, add a bear or two for excitement, show his manliness a bit more. 

Wilbur is the closest thing he ever had to a Dad, now crumbling into a wide eyed, shell of his former self, muttering nonsensical words frantically under his breath. Tommy misses Rose. She'd know what to do. 

She'd patch up his shoulder, properly, make sure it wouldn't hurt so bloody much. She'd ruffle his hair, even though he isn't a little kid anymore, he just lets her because she likes to do it. She'd force him into a tight hug that he doesn't need but always relents too, smelling like a bakery and soap, almost strangling out his airflow with her arms. 

She's not his Mum by any means, because come on, she's only like three years older than him, more like an annoying big sister that's not really even that much bigger, because of course he's so tall. But anyway, he'd still really like her to be here. 

"What are we going to do Tommy?" Wilbur's desperate question snaps him out of his brain, back to the cold, damp ravine and the two exiled leaders alone in the dark. 

"We have to get L'manburg back Wil, we have to get rid of Schlatt." He says confidently, like a strong leader, proud in front of his country. Wilbur barely seems to register what he's actually saying. 

"We have to get it back, Schlatt will ruin it, we have to save L'manburg." He mutters, same quick paced tone that makes him sound like a lunatic on copious amounts of illegal drugs. 

At the end of the day, full of senseless wondering and heart wrenching rage, and a shoulder that doesn't stop fucking hurting, he realises the facts of the situation, like a good Vice President should. 

First, they don't have a home.

Second, they need to take L'manburg back.

So when Wilbur finally snaps out of the trance he worked himself up in, the curses under his breath, twitching fingers and hunched shoulders, Tommy proudly tells him his plan, like a good leader. And, like a good older brother/father figure/president, Wilbur lets him talk gleefully and agrees to the plan.

"We'll name it Pogtopia." Tommy says proudly, looking out over the cave, a place so foreign and harsh it's impossible to imagine it being a home. 

But they'll make it one together, and hey, it'll do until they can make it back to L'manburg. 

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A/N My State just went into lockdown for the fifth time :) Scomo watch your fucking back. 

Tommy and Wilbur are alive! Pogtopia is being created! I won't be flashing back to Tommy and Wilbur too often, but I thought this would be an easy way to introduce this element initially and we've never done a Tommy POV so I thought we'd spice things up.

Next chapter will be Rose and her plight under Schlatt's horrible regime. I've got a fun little twist that you guys will probably hate me for within the next couple of chapters and well...you'll see <3.

Thank you for all of your support and I hope you enjoyed!! 

Oopsies x