The Things We Do :: Dream SMP x Reader

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺𝟸 - 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛'𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

The footprints ended, and you came across a wall of stone. Your hands ran across the cliffside, eventually touching a piece that caved into itself. Hesitantly, you pushed into it, revealing a gaping hole.

What became a tunnel was suffocating in its narrowness, a dim light at its end. You strained to hear or see something to indicate Wilbur's presence.

"If I'm gonna press it ever- it's- it's now," a voice muttered, low and stressed. "The thing that I built this nation for doesn't exist anymore. It's over."

You burst into the room, slowly taking in its appearance. A rickety wooden chair sat in the middle of the room, scraps of planks and pieces of cobble littering the ground. The walls had words scratched into them, your eyes darting around to piece them together.

"Wil."

Your voice shook in its feeble attempt to be firm. "What are you doing."

"Y- Y/n?" Wilbur's head snapped around, brown eyes darting slightly down and up.

Stepping closer to him, you gave a small nod. Your hand reached out to glide gently against the room's walls.

"What is this place?" you murmured.

Where men could go and emancipate,

"Oh, I- well, I-" Wilbur paused. "Do you know what this button does?"

"Would you like me to?"

The simple words seemed to mount a burden, Wilbur's chest sinking in on itself. "It's the button that will end it all."

Oh.

Oh.

Your realization must have shown on your face, Wilbur's expression changing to a pitiful one.

"You know, when we were- when we were making the anthem together, that sunny day way back, I was making a big point," Wilbur said softly. "It was poignant, and it was poetic, and it was that there was a special place. But it's not there anymore. It's not."

Your face twisted slightly. You gently took his hand and squeezed it, akin to how you'd done not even fifteen minutes ago.

"We just won it back, though, haven't we?" you spoke, turning to meet his eyes. "We gave ourselves for that place."

"Y/N, I'M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON!"

Your breath caught in your throat. Wilbur's fist slammed against the wall, making a loud noise.

"I have been here," Wilbur stressed, chest heaving, "seven or eight times. Y/n, it's been too many times that I've come back and stared at this button."

He collapsed onto the wall, forearms falling against it and head dropping down.

Your voice was no louder than a whisper. "So you want to blow it all up? You don't even want to try?"

"I do."

Wilbur shook off your hand, wrestling both of his into his hair. "I do. I- I could press it, I could. I wouldn't have to think about this, them, you, anything at all..."

"Do you really want to make that happen?" You let a single tear slip, composure shattering. "Do you really want to leave us behind?"

Your throat felt dry, chest felt heavy when the next question fell from your lips. "Leave me behind?"

"I- I don't, that's the problem!" Wilbur's voice rose once again. "But it's so fucking hard, you don't understand, it's so fucking hard to keep holding on."

You watched his fingers crawl onto the button, tracing it slowly.

"Wil." You grabbed his wrist quickly, trying to pull it towards you. "We still- we still have time, okay? We can figure this out. We're here for you. Me, Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, everyone."

Wilbur retracted one finger from the button.

You let a slow smile inch onto your face while you continued. "I know it's hard- it's probably infinitely harder than I've ever been through. But I promise, I won't give up on you."

A second finger, twitching slightly.

"You've put so much work into beginning this beautiful thing, this symphony of a country."

Your hands moved to cup his cheeks, lightly turning Wilbur's chin to face you. "You can let somebody else finish it now."

Wilbur's last three fingers slid off the button.

Your chest sagged in relief, smile breaking out into a wide grin. Wilbur offered a small smile, eyes shifting from side to side.

"Can I - can I-" he stuttered over his words awkwardly. "Can I kiss you?"

If possible, your smile got even bigger as you breathed out a few words.

"Oh my God."

"Yes."

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1302 words (without a/n)

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okay that's all, how are you today?

hopefully i did wilbur justice, his character is so interesting to write and explore. to my dream simps, your time is coming next week :D

make sure to take care of yourself! i hope to see you in the next chapter!

-Partially Human