Stick to the Script

Chapter 26

"HE CAN'T BE GONE", I shriek. "HE CAN'T!" 

I crumple to the floor and allow the thick, ugly tears to stream down my face. I feel Tubbo and Ranboo both come and embrace me in a group hug. 

"We-we we're all going to miss him, y/n", Ranboo says. "We'll get through this together". 

"He can't be gone. He promised we'd always be there for each other".

*~-~-~-~-~POV Wilbur~-~-~-~-~*

I materialize beside Dream who is staring at Tommy's corpse. 

"Good work, friend". 

"How's Tommy?", Dream asks.

"Pissed, and sadly not believing me like I hoped he would".

I kick Tommy's dead body in frustration, watching as it flops over.

"What does that mean for us", Dream asks cautiously. 

"It means you can go along with reviving him. Besides, I still have another plan in the making".

*~-~-~-~-~POV Tommy~-~-~-~-~*

I find myself consumed in darkness. "Am I- am I dead?"

"Hello, Tommy", Wilbur's voice greets me.

I sigh deeply. "Hey".

"How's it going, man? You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm better than ever".

"You're better than ever? Would you say that you are straight vibing then?", Wilbur jokes.

"Piss off! How long- how long is left?"

"Uhhh- let me go check. So ok-"

"Can you hurry up, please? You know-"

"Mate, can you chill out bro!"

"Come on, man"

"I don't just have this on hand!"

"Just hurry up!" I listen as Wilbur frantically flips through papers in the dark. "BEEP BOOP DOO DO DOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That's what you sound like. In my head that is what you sound like. You hear that noise at the end that goes DOOOOOOO?"

Wilbur ignores my antics. "Ok so for the entire- for like the universe to end. Right? It's got a couple more eons. Like 8 more eons. You familiar with an eon?"

"What the heck is an eon? That's like a type of fish?", I ask.

"I'm not going to answer your question anymore", Wilbur says.

"Listen, I've made it exponentially clear I don't this".

"Do you want to do competitive solitare?", Wilbur asks excitedly.

"What the heck is solitaire again?"

Wilbur repeats himself.

"I don't want to do competitive solitaire", I decide.

"Why don't you want to do competitive solitaire?"

"Why don't you think?"

I ignore whatever dumb response Wilbur gives me and instead just start blowing on his cards to make them fall out of the correct orientation for a solitaire game.

"You're getting the cards everywhere! It took me like six hours to set these up!"

I laugh, "You are so lonely, man. You have such few friends".

"Tommy you know I'm really happy you're here man".

I pause. Something about that feels off... but why wouldn't my brother be happy to see me? I haven't seen him in forever, surely he misses me.
"Stop saying that to me".

"I felt this space growing for you in here alright. And you know why I'm glad? Because me and you were never good for that server. We just weren't! Like you can look at the whole history of the server and it all falls in our laps, the problems, right?" 

My head is hurting now. I should be happy to see my brother again, why does this feel so wrong? We love each other and I finally get to see him again. 

"You're doing the thing where you do the shaky breath again", Wilbur says.

"Thanks for pointing it out", I mutter.

"Ok but look- think about it, think about it. Everything that has gone wrong is down to us. It lies in our footsteps".

Is that really how it was all that time? Were the two of us always facing the world together? Everything is too confusing for me now. "When you talk like this I do the thing where my voice gets shaky", I confess to Wilbur hoping he'd quit it.

"Yeah- yeah", Wilbur says, ignoring the hint to leave me alone. "Here's the thing, I genuinely think if it weren't for me and you dying, right, this server would be in shambles. I know for a fact if I come back, or if I'm brought back to life in some way, it's definitely going to that again".

Wait, that's right. Bad things would happen if Wilbur was revived. Why is that? What's so wrong with me getting to have my brother again?

"Piss off, you are here and I am so-"

"I know what I'm like", Wilbur says, all of the humor leaving his voice.

"Huh?"

"That's the issue".

Suddenly I remember everything. Wilbur was sent here on purpose, he must be manipulating me now! "Well I know what I'm like and I HATE IT HERE! But you- you belong here, Wilbur. For everything you've done".

Wilbur pauses, but then cackles gleefully, ignoring what I said. "I'm having a great time, I don't know about you. I was thinking basically Tommy, what we do is after a couple, maybe like a few more months of work, I'm going to set up a solitaire arena and we'll have a fight to the death and we can get the other ghosts-"

I notice there is a pause of silence. "No, please, continue talking about solitaire. Ignore the fact I've broken out of your control and will no longer be manipulated by you!" 

It's concerningly quiet now. "Will?"

I blink and suddenly I see it- light. What?

"Tommy? Tommy, wake up!"

*A/N*

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