it was never meant to be.

TW//slight gore, violence and death
i did NOT expect this to be fuckin 2400 words what the hell. but i hope you enjoy !! i really like detail so there is a lot of that in here. thank you for reading :)) !!

The sun shine in wilbur's face. Standing up on platform after getting passed down the position as president from tommy. "Too much to handle" Tommy stated as his eyes swept the audience moments before. He stepped down and traded spots with wil. Now he's stood on the high playform where politics take place. Wind blowing through his hair and his heart pounding in his chest.
"Thank you tommy. You will make a great and honest leader someday, i swear on it." he stated. "As my first decree as president,  we will no longer call this nation Manberg. Now, it will only be known as L'manberg as it was in the beginning. The better times. As much as i want to accept this position and am honored to be second choice, I am not the one fit for this role. I have had many wrongs and honestly, cannot be trusted with the great state of this nation. So instead of me, i will pas this responsibility into someone else. Someone more worthy of this. Someone who has been here from the start and has earned the right to lead." Everyone's eyes darted up in surprise. Wilbur ? The one who has been waiting needing and willing to kill for this role in L'manberg, is giving it up the second he wins it ? Fundy looked hopefully up to the platform. His ears were perked and eyes full of confidence that it was him. it just had to be. After all wilbur and him had been through ? It had to be him. As everyone looked perplexed, he went on.
"This person has shown their loyalty and trust many times to me and others. Tubbo, come up here." He finished with a grin. Tubbo's eyes shot open, as he almost fell asleep at the boring ceremony. He took his chin off his hand and slowly stood, encouraged by the cheers of the audience. He looked around, smiled and continued to walk to wilbur. Fundy gasped. Feeling betrayed and unappreciated. His ears dropped along with his face. His fangs dug into his lips as he fought back tears. After all they have been through. After wilbur watching fundy grow from adolescence. After the night Fundy coaxed wilbur into a separate room to tell him he felt this urge to become a boy, after the long hug and tears they shared in the empty room. Fundy's cries of happiness and acceptance reverberating in the hall. That meant nothing to wilbur ? He guesses not. Despite that, he still claps. He's proud of Tubbo nonetheless. That little scrawny bee loving teen made it to the top he thought and smiled. Tubbo turned and faced the audience one more time before walking up the stairs to the throne schlatt once dominated. Wilbur crossed his path and Tubbo asked him a question, "Why me ?" he whispered. "You deserve it." Wilbur answered with a smirk. To which Tubbo returned a toothy crooked grin. He finished walking up the stairs and turned to the citizens. He locked eyes with Tommy, to which triggered a "LETS GOOOO !!" from his friend. Tubbo smiled and looked to Dream. To which he nodded up at the younger boy and kept his arms crossed. He scanned the people and began. Not noticing Wilbur walking not to the seats, but behind the mountain the platform rested upon. "Wow i-i dont even know how to respond to this. I'll first start off with a big thank you to wilbur, who has been my mentor for life basically. Even though he went a little," he made spinny motions to his temples which earned chuckles from down below, "if you know what i mean. But i would also like to thank all of you. Especially tommy for being my best friend through all this." He shit tommy a small grateful smile and tommy shot one back. " I will repair L'manberg and build it back even better than before. I'll need all of you though, to listen and be flexible. The first thing we need to get to though, is a party ! Stress relievers for everyone !!" He cheered and the audience echoed. "To castle !" He raised his hand and pointed to the castle of the new ruler. King George, which was nowhere to be found at the moment but they knew he would wander over. Wilbur stared at the enstrance with a dark intense stare. Talking to himself. "I've kept this hidden for so long with no use. I've thought about it i have. Deep at night just wandering over here, breaking these few blocks and slamming my fist on this fucking button. Blow it all up. I just want to blow it all up." He finished. Now the evening breeze tickled his fingers almost like it was telling him to stop in his tracks. To not go through with it and return to the party with everyone else. He wanted to celebrate his new leader and be content with everything. But with this on his mind he knew he couldn't. His fists broke the blocks that were hiding the entrance. Yellow carpeting now visible, he broke the last block and entered. Lonely steps echoing through the hallway. He slowly crept into the room with the button. It was the first thing that caught his eye. How could it not be? He's spent all his days thinking about it. Eyes scanning the room and observing the signs he frantically hung up a while ago his body sent a shiver through him. Everything seemed so...loud. The room seemed darker than it had before. Seemed almost like a grave, what he imagined it would feel like when he was six feet under. The three torches glued to the walls did nothing except give off a dim glow on the walls. Then finally the prized item. Now that, seemed to give off the brightest light even though it gave off none, it seemed to burn wilburs retinas when he looked at it for too long. Hesitantly he stepped over to it. He thought about when he first installed the button. The thought at first was that he would press it as soon as he finished rigging L'manberg of the tnt. Get it over with. He didn't. He mistakingly hesitated and now, weeks later, here he is again. Though he knew that this time, he was going through with his original plan. He was too far in to back out now. His hand seemed to be magnetically pulled by the button. Slowly creeping up to touch it, graze it.
" What are you doing wilbur." A stern voice commanded from behind him. Wilbur tensed, for he knew right away who that voice belonged to. His eyes went wide and body rigid, yet his hand still glued to the button.
"Take your hand off the button wilbur. You know what you're doing isn't right."
"Oh but i do." He retaliated and swiftly turned to meet his fathers narrow stare. Philza looked caught off gaurd by the maniac look in wilburs eyes. The flame of perseverance and courage now gone. Replaced with fear and illness now.
"You're not the wilbur i raised. You are not the wilbur who used to sit on my shoulders and who used to hit technoblade with a stick pretending it was a sword. This isn't you."
"Phil, you don't understand. I know this looks bad and i know i looke insane out of my fucking mind but i HAVE to do this phil. My thoughts...my brain says i have to blow this place into fucking smithereens whether it takes no ones life or all, the voice doesn't care. it's ruthless in here phil." he tapped his temple ferociously. "if only you could see inside. you would understand." Wilbur made a swift turn to smash the button against his knuckles. But stopped by the one behind him. Wilbur heard the rustle of philza's feathers and felt the hands grab his arms.
"Wilbur stop. think this through. Do you really want to see all your work and effort and time dissapear. In a quick flash of fire. All the people you've built friendships with. All the people that have made you forget these thoughts of yours ? Do you really want those folks dead ? Gone ? Their smiling faces all smashed in the dirt covered in blood and debris ? Do you want that wilbur ?" He finsished. Wilbur looked distraught. Like he had just seen a ghost. He slightly shook his head. A dry "no" released from his throat. He looked remorsefully at phil as he turned away, wings following behind him. Wilbur stood up fully now. His eyes were tearing up. Did he really want to lose all of what philza said he would ? The friendships and enemies. The countless hours of work and labor. The memories. He lost his sanity so he wouldn't miss that since it was taken the moment schlatt was elected president. He lost it when tommy denied him, disagreed with him, said he was irrational and insane. To which he was. He almost embraced it now, a characteristic of him. Crazy, he smiles. I am fucking insane he thinks.
"Phil.." Phil turns and meets wilburs eyes. He's feral. Keeping eye contact, wilburs calloused palms smack the button. Phil stared, and a severely insane individual stared back.
"It was never meant to be." Wilbur stated with a crooked sociopathic smile.
"Oh my god." Philza muttered.
Wilbur kept his stance as the explosions boomed behind. Body frozen, he stood in place and let the firey breeze push him towards the older man.

Back with the others, the party dismissed and they each went their separate ways. Tommy strolling on the bridge. Quackity walking by schlatts old throne. King George still merrily building his cottage, unbeknownst to what was happening a hundred blocks away. Suddenly their positions didn't matter. The gravity didn't matter as all the citizens in L'manberg flew into the air, engulfed by the explosions clouds. Debris flew through the air as everyone ducked for cover or were tossed into the fire. Wilbur still stood in front of Phil. Phil stared at both wilbur and L'manberg in shock. His eyes were torn away from the explosion as his ears were filled with bone chilling maniac laughter from the man in front of him. Wilbur collapsed onto his knees, still laughing like a madman. His hands flew to his head and he gripped his hazel hair. Red beanie now tainted with dust and layed on the cobblestone floor next to him.
"Kill me phil. KILL ME" Wilbur begged. Begged on his knees. He grabbed phil's hand and aimed his iron sword at his stomach.
"Just do it please phil. just please. i don't deserve to be here anymore please. please." Pleading eyes filled with pain and remorse. Yet so void of any emotion at all. Those eyes looked up at phil, pleading for mercy.
"Wilbur no. I cant. I-I just can't youre my SON wilbur. dont make me do this." Philza replied with fear. He's going to have to put him out of his misery, he knew that. He didn't want to accept it but he knew he had too.
"Phil please. I've done terrible things. I've killed so many and none of them were me. so please. i won't be mad phil. dad. i promise. just...just please..before i hurt more people." Tears were flowing down the broken mans cheeks. Making it hard for phil to swiftly shove the sword through the other mans sorrowful self. He kneeled with his son. Held him as the blood flowed out of his mouth. He reached for wilburs face, wiping the salty tears off of his soot covered face. A small smile was displayed on the mans face who was currently on his last breathes.
"Thank you, dad." He choked on a puddle of deep red blood in his throat at the end of the thanks. Phil merely smiled his softest smile back. Still stroking wilburs face, slightly touching the blood trickling out of wilburs mouth. Wilburs hands were softly placed on the sword and soon so were philza's. Corresing them for comfort for the other. Wilburs eyes slowly drained of life. Though it seemed to phil that there was more expression in them in death than in life. Phil felt somehow at peace knowing wilbur was safer. More at peace. Still with those thoughts though, hot tears streamed down his face. For he had just lost his son, even though he knew he had been lost a long time ago, it still hurt. He looked out of the massive abrasion in the cobble wall at the now destroyed L'manberg. Surprisingly, many lived. He saw karl limping over to sapnap, touching his face making sure he had no major injuries then ending the checkup with a long embrace. He saw George looking around puzzlingly as he just arrived to the shitshow. Cape flowing behind him and crown resting atop his head slightly bouncing as he walked over to dream, touching his shoulder and asked what looked like to be what happened ? Dream stood and too, like karl, gently but firmly take in george. Wrapping his arms around the smaller man. George looked so very confused but still returned the affection. What stuck though, was tubbo slowly approaching tommy. Except tommy didn't approach him back. He layed still on the wooden bridge. His arms were splayed across the bridge, laying in almost a t-pose type fashion. He saw as tubbo slowly kneeled next to tommy. Taking in what he was seeing. Almost like he wasn't seeing his best friend unconscious and still in front of him. Tubbo gently put his right hand under tommy's head and other hand on the small of tommys back. Hesitantly bowing his head to listen for any sign of life in his companion. None was found. A blood curdling cry was ripped from tubbo's throat. He then followed that by sobs of pure pain and hurt. Terrifying to hear honestly. All heads snapped to tubbo then. Citizens of L'manberg gathering tubbo and tommy. To give tubbo their condolences. A few hands flew over moths and very many tears were shed. Philza simply stared. Eyes shifting back to the lifeless body in his lap, then back to the one in tubbos.
"oh wilbur..." Philza whispered. "what did you do."