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He was just doing what any president would do. Looking over the glowing book that held the decree, remembering the losses they made to get independence. He was dead.
He saw him fall. It suffocatingly slow.
He glanced at another protective glass case.
It was Minecraft Championships. They had won that tournament.
Wilbur, Techno, Phil... and Tommy.
Oh gods... Tommy was gone now. He wouldn’t be coming back.
He was full of regret for not saving his brother from the man who invited them into his home.
It was only a day or so since that happened, but it felt like hours since he counted down from 10.
He had counted down the time till his little brother’s back hit the planks.
How could he tell Techno? What about Phil...
They’d be heartbroken. He can’t tell them, he can’t risk losing them to the green bastard too.
He exited the hto dog van, looking around the walls of L’Manberg for his son. Don’t ask how, it’s complicated. Wilbur soon found his son, Fundy, picking him up to put on his shoulders. He walked past the walls, going over to the fence that ended by the river, hopping over it to stare at the salmon swimming by. He told Fundy of his uncles, and his grandfather. Doesn’t mean Fundy was listening, but when Wilbur started speaking of Tommy. “Dad? Didn’t Tommy give us independence? Where is he? Why isn’t he here if he gave us freedom?” Wilbur looked down to Fundy next to him, before leaning back to stare past the clouds. His thoughts were of the blonde boy, and all their times they’ve had together. How Tommy was his right-hand man. But billions and billions of blocks away, a young man covered in dirt woke up in a forest. With no memory of who he was, he started punching a tree. He had a pull.. an instinct to kill the Enderdragon. Notch be damned if he knew what that was.