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“WHERE IS HE?!” Tommy can recognize the voice from anywhere. It's Wilbur, but why is he here?
Dream was still standing over him, but was unmoving. His hours of beating Tommy to unconsciousness seems to have ended for now, but it may start back up soon.
Every muscle in his body is in pain, bruises most likely covering his body. At Least the purple, black, and blue will look nice. Like a pattern on silk.
“TOMMY!” The voice is getting closer, but Tommy’s having trouble keeping his focus. Everythings starting to blur together, and his legs are going numb. Will he get to see Wilbur before he loses his consciousness?
A door slams open somewhere close, but he can't tell where. Dream moves again, pulling him up by the hair. It hurts, but it's not as bad as the wound he inflicted on Tommys arm. Or stomach, to be honest.
It's getting harder to breathe, the blood dripping out of his neck is clogging up his airways, most likely. He wants to cough it all up, but Dream stops all movement by putting a blade to his neck again.
“WHERE ARE YOU TOMMY?!” He now knows the voice is right outside the room, a shadow is under the door indicating their arrival.
True to that, Wilbur slams into the room. His wings are fluffed up, but Tommy doesn't know why. He isn't a bird, he doesn't know bird wing emotions.
His brother freezes when he sees them. As if one wrong move would kill the boy.
Oh wait.
The knife is pushed into his throat a little harder, and Tommy lets out a wheeze. Wilbur flinches, and Dream lets out a laugh.
“Let. Him. Go.” His brothers teeth visibly press together to hiss the words. Dream barely reacts to the venom in the others voice, only smiling slightly in a mocking manner.
Tommys barely able to breathe now, and lets out a small pained gasp. Wilburs eyes flicker to him, and back to Dream quickly.
“No.” The masked villain presses the blade harder, effectively cutting off all air. Tommy tries to get air back, but nothing works.
Wilbur lunges, and Dream pushes the blade enough to push past muscle before dropping both the knife and Tommy. He falls to the ground onto his stomach, only able to watch the blood leak into a small puddle on the floor.
It sounds like there's a fight, before glass shatters somewhere above him and Wilbur gives a frustrated yell. Dream must have smashed the window near the back of the room to escape. Tommys brother wont go after him, cause he just so happens to be here to get the boy back.
It takes a few seconds, but warm hands touch his arm. They pulled him onto his back, and Tommy can hear the horrified gasp once his big brother realizes how back his injuries are.
“ Oh Tommy .” He barely hears the words, only focusing on the warmth. He’s missed this so much.
He wants to close his eyes and rest, so that tomorrow he and Wilby can-
What would they do? Tommy doesn't remember what they used to do. Why?
“ -mmy? C-n - hear me?” Everything’s becoming distorted. Words are blurring together, as is Tommy's vision.
He’s being picked up slightly, most likely to be moved into Wilburs arms. His face is sad.
Why’s he sad again?
Tommy finds it slightly alarming he cannot remember.
"T-my?!" Wilbur sounds alarmed, and Tommy can feel water dropping onto his face.
He peels his eyes open, unaware they were closed in the first place, and he can see tears dripping from his brother's eyes.
With as much strength as he can muster, he lifts his hand to wipe the tears away.
Wilbur catches his band before it can fall and holds it to his cheek. Tommy can serve the red smearing from his hand to his brothers cheek now.
"Tommy - s-rry," he hears his brother son out. "So, -o sorry."
"Wilby?" Tommy manages to whisper, making Wilbur cry more. "No fault, Wilby."
He hears the man sob loudly once more. "S all -y f-lt!"
He can hear anymore, and his vision is quickly failing as well.
Hr can feel himself going limp, unable to hold his weight anymore.
Wilbur sobs loudly, and those sobs turn into screams when Tommy closes his eyes.
He smiles as the darkness consumes him.
Wilbur screams, begs for Tommy to wake up. He clutches the boy's body close to his own as his brother's breathing fades.
"TOMMY!" He screeches. "NO WAKE UP!"
He doesn't care who bears him, he just wants his baby brother to wake up. He wants the boy to be safe in his arms like he was as a child.
Wilbur sobs onto his brother's limp and cold body, pulling his wings around them in an attempt to protect the boy.
It's too late for that, it has been too late for years.
Tommy's hand falls out of his grasp and onto his unmoving chest, and Wilbur catches sight of his neck wound once again.
It's horrible, and Wbur wants to throw up.
He's too busy sobbing over Tommy and trying not to gag to hear someone crouch beside him.
They place a hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him, but he continues to sob over his little brother's body until someone pulls him away.
"Mate," Phil pulls Wilbur into a hug and lets him sob into his outfit. "I'm sorry."
"No!" He screams as Technoblade Carrie's his brother out. " No, Tommy!"
Phil shushes him and runs circles onto his back. "I'm sorry we didn't get here on time, mate."
Wilbur sobs harder, pulling on Phil's arm to let him go.
Phil doesn't let him go, not until both Techno and Tommy are long gone.
Wilbur clings to the hero even after being let go, the man reminds him so much of Tommy that he feel like he abandoning his brother if he leaves the man.
Wilbur wonders if this is how Tommy felt when he disappeared. Did he spend weeks sobbing over every little thing that reminded him of Wilbur?
"You okay?" Phil is gentle, speaking softly and rubbing shapes onto his back.
Will nods slowly, before looking down at the floor and then jerks back up.
"Phil," he starts quickly. "Phil, we need to kill Dream."