memories

prolouge (i think)

wilbur leaned against the cold stone wall behind him, frowning. the room was filled with the words to the lmanburg national anthem scribbled into the stone haphazardly with a sword. there was soft lights built into the floor, and a single chair dead center of the room. it looked like the kind of room a madman would live in.

he fiddled around with his sweater. his hands occasionally reaching to rest on the splintery wooden button, but falling back to his sides to twist the fabric of his sweater around his fingers.

"hi, phil" he said abruptly, slowly turning his gaze from the button to the doorway.

phil was stood in his robes, hand rested gently on the hilt of his sword. there was a pained look in his eyes, the source of which wilbur couldnt quite pinpoint.

"wil," he sighed, moving closer but not wavering in his stance. "dont do it wil, please."

wilbur lifted onto his feet and teased around the button. he laughed, tracing the ingrained lines in the wood with his fingers.

"do you know what this button is?"

phil gave a shaky nod, taking the hint and backing down.

wil laughed and stepped towards phil, one hand in his pocket, splaying his other out to showcase the walls.

"have you heard the- the song, on the walls?" he moved closer to phil and traced some words etched into the stone. 

i heard there was a special place

"have you heard the song before?" wil smiled widely, admiring his work. "i was just thinking about it, i- i made a point, a good one i must say. it was um- see, there was a special place! see, it's not there anymore it's not..." he trailed off.

"it is there," phil attempted, trying to talk some sense into him. "i mean you've just won it back, wil!"

"PHIL I AM THIS CLOSE TO PRESSING THE BUTTON, I'VE BEEN HERE-" he collapsed to the ground, grabbing at his hair. "ive been here, so many times! what, 7 or 8 times?"

phil let his hand drop from his sword and knelt down to wilbur. his voice wavered. "you all fought so hard for this, wil. how could you just let it go?"

"because it'll never be the same." wilbur gave him a solemn look, not matching the one phil was wearing. "even with tubbo as the president, it'll never be the same."

he laughed, slipping from phil's grasp. his hand wavered over the button, but fell to his side again. phil took a gentle step forwards.

"there was a saying, phil." he raked his hands through his disheveled hair. "by um, by a traitor. you may know him, eret?"

"yeah?" phil's voice cracked.

"it was never meant to be."

and with that he pressed the button, eyes locked with phil’s, not a moment of hesitation. the sound of the explosives being lit sounded as if the were music to wilbur as he dropped to his knees against the stone. he watched, smiling, as phil's eyes widened in misbelief.

wilbur felt the intense heat and pressure against his back from the explosion, but he never looked away from his father. he watched the city explode in phil's eyes like a mirror. 

even after phil had run to the edge of the crater to look, wil brought his right hand to a salute, sinking back in relief.

"wil.." phil sank to the ground, speechless.

wilbur closed his eyes as he stood, turning to face the hole that the explosion had blown in the wall. he took a moment to admire his work, letting out a deep sigh. 

“kill me phil.” he turned to the shorter abruptly, drawing his sword. “kill me. you know how much work went into this. you need to kill me. you have to.”

“i cant-” phil stuttered out, subconsciously taking the sword gently from phil. “wil, you’re my son! no matter what you do, i can’t just kill you.”

“phil, you need to kill me,” he turned to the crater, to the citizens of l’manburg attempting to find each other in the rubble. the majority had gathered in the center of the crater, a clear view to the two, watching intently as they talked. “look, even they want you to kill me. do it phil, you need to.” 

phil took a hesitant step towards wilbur. his ears rang sharply as wilbur repeated the phrase over and over. 

kill me phil

phil thought about wilbur, but before the war. before he went mad.

kill me phil

his bright smile, his energy. the light in his eyes.

kill me phil

that light was gone now. the weight of the war, all their losses. everything they worked for, gone.

kill me phil

phil pulled wilbur into a hug. his sword ws positioned inbetween them, parallel with the two’s stance. wilbur sank his forehead to phil’s shoulder, smiling into the cloth. phil squeezed wilbur hard, hoping for his son to stop him.

then he said it a final time

his final words

kill me phil

phil let his arm go limp. he pushed the sword gently towards wilbur, piercing his sweater but not quite reaching his chest yet. he pushed himself up to rest his head on wilbur’s shoulder.

“i’m sorry.”

𝚘𝚠𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚍

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