{Name} sat in the deep cavern of pogtopia, gently glaring at the chess set in front of her in a focus.
It was a cool afternoon, with two steamy cups, one tea and one coffee, set on the table next to the game on either side.
It had rained the night before, so now the air was fresh and cleaned from the impurities of the world.
A slight dripping noise echoed through the open space, slightly being covered up by the scribbling of pencil on paper and chess pieces moving back and forth.
Wilbur sat in front of her, his eyebrows raised as he thought for a moment about his next move. His hand was gently rested on his chin, his eyes flashing back from the rook to the queen, back and forth.
Tommy sat in a comfortable chair seven feet away from the table. His legs hung off the side of it, with his body sideways and head resting on the arm.
He had a blank sketchbook in his grasp, aggressively and roughly scratching away at it.
It was a feeble attempt to show techno drawing wasn't that hard.
The other day, they had a mild disagreement at how hard art was after Tommy noticed the sketches hung up on the wall against the bottom bunk in the bedroom all the boys shared.
They were all drawn on old, golden pieces of paper using a dark led with shaded parts.
Ones of beautiful mountain hills, cliffs falling into water, nether regions that only someone in such high status there could see.
The occasional sketch of a familiar angel, a smile to her face and the wind gently blowing in her hair were hidden within all the amazing sketches.
And exactly one of Tommy, Wilbur, and techno, when they were all young.
Once Tommy laid his eyes on them he declared that he could draw better, and so now here he was, frantically trying to make the mess of lines he put onto the paper look like whatever he hoped they would mirror.
All in all though, it was failing.
Helplessly.
Wilbur finally moved his chess piece, making {Name} smirk as she moved exactly after him.
"Checkmate!" She replied happily as Wilbur's eyes widened, looking at all the moves and sighing hopelessly.
"Fuck! You really did get me!" He whined, a frown on his face. It had been a heated match, with the winner having to win 2 out of 3 matches.
{Name} won the first one, Wilbur taking the second, and in the end the winning player was the smirking girl who sat Cris crossed on a comfy old armchair that looked almost the same as Tommy's.
"Good game! We should play chess more," {Name} congratulated, offering her hand as he gave it a firm shake.
"Usually I don't get a good chess opponent! It's nice to finally have one," she smiled, as his cheek gently reddened as she let go of his hand.
"Tommy sucks and Techno never wants to play," she laughed as Tommy's head shot up, an annoyed and offended look on his face.
"Hey! I am good at it, you just cheat" he defended, as {Name} laughed turning to face him with an amused expression.
"Oh yeah? Point to the piece that's the rook," She asked him, as he bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
Shrugging, he pointed to the bishop in full confidence. "That one! Right there, next to the king and the queen!" {Name} held back a giggle, as Wilbur smiled at the two in appreciation.
"That's the Bishop!"
"I was close!" He pouted as she laughed, Wilbur laughing along with them happily.
All of the sudden, footsteps that didn't mimic technos or Tubbos entered pogtopia.
A familiar blond in a green hoodie stepped into the cavern, as the three heads shot towards him with mixed reactions.
Wilber stood up quickly, composing himself and then nodding at the man.
"Dream," WIlbur greeted, as dream nodded back at him as well.
"Wilbur,"
{Name} looked at the two men in shock, standing up as well as Tommy just watched in a nervous energy already knowing her opinions to the situation.
"What's he doing here?" She asked in an angered shock, Wilbur sighing and shrugging as dream only smirked behind his stupid mask.
"We're making a deal-"
"Without me knowing? You have to tell me this type of stuff-"
"Why do I have to tell you anything?!"
He shot back harshly, as a silence filled throughout the cavern.
She took a step back, eyes wide and brain clogged, like looking for a nonexistent response.
"Wilbur I just wanted to-"
"You wanted to what? Be the president? Call the shots? Sorry you can't." He spat, walking away into the other room.
Dream looked at the shocked girl, pitiful glances being given in her direction.
He followed the brunette in suit, grabbing the knob and closing the door behind them.
{Name} stood there, wordless, shocked, as Tommy sighed and started sketching away again.
"He's been an asshole lately," Tommy said as she nodded, sighing as she sat down as well.
"Do you think I'm being too pushy?" She asked, as Tommy took a moment to ponder that question.
He never thought she was pushy. Racking through every single folder in his brain, he realizes that she's never seemed pushy to him.
"No," he responds honestly, as she looks at her with a gentle yet unsure gaze.
His eyes locked into her, softening a bit.
"I've never found you pushy.. To be honest,"
He replied, his gaze watering a bit. He didn't know why, but he wanted to cry.
His lip shook, thinking about {Name}.
Because when he thought about her, he thought of his future.
The future he hoped to come.
Rolling in flower fields at sunset once again, firelit nights with her singing and her wings wrapped around his body with warmth.
She'd always smile.
Not that smile she wears when speaking to someone she's mildly friends with though, or when you say hi to her on a bad day, the smile you find on her face when she's petting a cat.
It's soft, and almost upside down, but it's true and happy.
She'd get to laugh, and pose for pictures like a little kid, she wouldn't have to worry about anything.
And she'd sing a song next to the campfire every night, and Techno, and Tubbo, and fundy, and Wilbur, and Niki, and maybe even Eret would all be there.
Everyone would be happy, but {Name} in particular.
They'd be a family!
And Tommy would finally watch the familiar angel fall in love with someone.
Someone kind, and trustful, and makes her laugh like she's supposed to.
She'd be given the love she deserves.
And Tommy would be right by her side, every step of the way.
Somehow he'd find a girlfriend, and {Name} and him could laugh and relate on how rocky it is in relationships.
"Really?" She responded, making Tommy laugh.
He looked down, shaking his head gently as he sniffled and hid the tears.
"No, I never have. Your confident, leading, truthful, honest, empathetic, kind, strong, beautiful," He rambled, as a familiar upside down smile formed between her pretty pink lips.
"Wilbur shouldn't treat you that way."
He said, his voice weavering a bit as he spoke.
"Please"
His voice cracked, making him clear his throat and take a moment to compose himself.
"If you ever fall in love, don't let it be Wilbur. You deserve the world, don't take a man that will only want to give you himself." Tommy asked her, his lip quivering as she just stared at Tommy.
Her gaze was soft, appreciative, and touched.
He sighed, setting the drawing he had down and looking at her seriously.
"Don't settle for a man that makes you out to be "Pushy"" He told her, as she glanced over at his drawing.
There, in the scribbles and harsh lines, was a makeout of the old l'manberg campfire.
With all of them in uniform, happily singing away to the old tune Wilbur made up.
..
Happy again, even if it was just for a moment.