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Tommy had decided he was done. Thoughts swarmed his head again. He just wanted to sleep forever, and never have to deal with Dream again.
Wilbur was getting worried about Tommy. Wilbur had stopped going back to L’manberg as often, seeing Tommy’s declining physical and mental health. Wilbur begun getting memories.
He remembered some of his route to insanity. Everything was in small pockets of memories.
Wilbur also remembered how Tommy had stayed with him throughout his insanity. He remembered discouraging Tommy, yet Tommy never gave up on him.
Wilbur made a promise to himself. Tommy stuck with him, so he’d always stick with Tommy, no matter the circumstances.
Wilbur noticed Tommy’s quietness. He’d been quiet a lot lately, but Wilbur resolved with taking his little brother’s hand.
Wilbur begun feeling more than sad. He didn’t feel unhinged or distant like he used to feel, while he was alive, but he felt angry. He was angry towards everyone who’d hurt his little brother, including himself. He was angry at Dream, at Techno, at Phil, at Tubbo.
Oh, Tubbo. A teenager who ran a dysfunctional government and exiled his best friend so quickly. Wilbur felt angry, although he knew he couldn’t completely blame Tubbo. He was just a teenager, after all.
Wilbur devised a plan. He’d bring Tommy far away from this place- Far away so his little brother could heal, and nobody could hurt him again.
Wilbur decided not to tell Tommy about what he’s remembered. He wasn’t sure if that would help at all.
Wilbur told Tommy about his idea, and after a bit of convincing, Tommy agreed.
“You’ll have to go back to L’manberg to get the rest of your stuff though, right, big man?” Tommy asked. Wilbur nodded.
“It’ll only take a bit, and then I’ll be right back here to go!” Wilbur said, happily.
Tommy nodded.
“I’ll pack, then.”
Wilbur went to L’manberg. He walked into his sewer, grabbing the rest of his items of importance.
“Ghostbur? Where’re you going??” Tubbo asked. Tubbo hadn’t seen Ghostbur around lately, and now Ghostbur is packing his stuff.
Ghostbur glared at him for a minute, before looking back to his items.
“I’m leaving. Sorry.” Wilbur spoke, before going back outside. Tubbo stared at him in dismay, but didn’t say anything else.
Wilbur passed a few people, glaring at anyone he saw on his way out. Nobody was able to prevent Tommy from being exiled. Nobody prevented Tommy’s decline in health.
Wilbur made it back to Tommy, who was already packed. Tommy was staring at his flimsy tent, which had been blown up a couple weeks before, and he had to rebuild with his only other few clothes. Wilbur was unsure how long Tommy had stared at the tent, but he snapped out of his zone when Wilbur put a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey Toms, let’s get going, yeah?” Wilbur asked, a soft smile on his face.
“Should I tell Dream goodbye?? He’s my friend- I don’t want him to worry about me..” Tommy asked, his leg bouncing as an anxious habit.
“I don’t think he was a very good friend to you, Tommy..” Wilbur frowned at Tommy. Tommy looked away.
“I don’t know.” Tommy spoke, his voice sounding stiff.
“He hurt you.” Wilbur added.
“I just don’t know. Let’s just go.” Tommy rubbed his own arm, standing.
Wilbur looked at him, concerned, but didn’t push it. He didn’t want to upset Tommy.
Wilbur and Tommy walked for hours, before finding a small tavern to rest in. Wilbur didn’t feel tired, but he’d stop for his little brother.
Tommy’s legs hurt from walking so much, and he made a small fire to keep warm. He ended up leaning on Ghostbur, and eventually falling asleep.
“Goodnight, Tommy. I’ll keep you safe.”