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Wilbur walks into the new kingdom. He looks up, and is greeted by tall mushrooms with vines intertwining them, overgrown weeds and flowers; so overgrown that you had to whack them out of the way when walking. The green moss entrance arch didn’t scream power to him, it was actually quite welcoming. Which wasn’t exactly what he was thinking when he heard the name “Kinoko Kingdom” He expected power, wealth, and potential for the newly revived man. But, when he saw the mushroom hats, his hopes weren’t that high. He walked farther down the overgrown path, and when he reached the end, Wilbur was greeted with a field, busy with commoners shopping and going in and out of houses with mushrooms for roofs. He made his way to the library. It was a tall building. Made out of spruce planks and red mushroom packed into the sides. The door creaked as he opened it. When the door creaked its way to the wall, the knob hit it with a clunk. Wilbur looked at the many walls of books. He was mesmerized. Thousands of books, containing who knows what. But, Wilbur was only here for two things. Figure out what this place was and who ran it. His wandering eyes landed on a coffee table. A young looking man sitting at it, sipping a cup of coffee, Wilbur assumed. Wilbur noted the clothing he was wearing. A wide and eccentric mushroom hat, with gold strings draping off of the hat. He adorned a light blue t-shirt, and a red and white robe on his shoulders. Black dress pants. He must be a noble man. Wilbur thought and walked up to him.
“Excuse me.” The mushroom boy looked up at Wilbur. He wore white and black round glasses.
“Hello! I was just gonna ask if you know where the books are about this kingdom’s history and its rulers?” Wilbur asked.
“Right over there.” He pointed. His voice was flat. And so was his expression, well, what Wilbur could see of his expression, his eyes being covered by the round goggles.
“T- Thank you!” And then. That's when it clicked. That flat tone. Was… George’s! George’s voice! That’s George! The enemy he had fallen in love with. The man he was never supposed to be with. This was him. George. Wilbur had fallen with this man when he was supposed to be defending a nation with his brother. When the night had gone quiet, the two would sneak into the woods and have picnics at 3am. A Romeo and Juliet love story. They would literally be dead if they were caught together. Wilbur, leading the powerful nation with George, a teammate with Dream, the enemy of the server. Unheard of. Despite this, the two had fallen deeply in love. Winks across the battlefield, quiet kisses as they crossed paths, passing notes to each other like children in primary school. All that went silent after Wilbur got exiled out of the nation he built from the ground up. George wasn’t allowed to sneak off to Pogtopia. And all communication was cut.
Then, Wilbur blew up Manberg.
Next, Ghostbur came along. George had conversations with Ghostbur. But Ghostbur wasn’t the Wilbur that George knew. To Ghostbur, George was described as a “close friend.” At least he was a happy memory in Ghostbur’s mind.
George had forgotten about Wilbur after that. He had seen Wilbur change too much. If Wilbur was ever gonna come back, he wasn’t gonna be the Wilbur George fell in love with. Wilbur wasn’t gonna be the fierce leader that led a nation to victory against Dream. George had fallen out of love with Wilbur because of this. Because of the future. And because of how many times Wilbur had left him. George knew that falling in love with Wilbur was wrong. But oh god, he loved him. He loved him so much. He loved him so much that he would betray his brothers. But here he was, staring at his coffee as the corpse— or whatever Wilbur was— asked him where the books about his kingdom’s history were. He regretted his answer. Why did he give this guy an answer? The one who left him when George needed him most. He didn’t deserve to know about his kingdom. George felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. Either from anger or Wilbur staring at him, drilling holes into George’s head. And that's when he spoke up.
“H-hey, are you George? GeorgeNotFound? You were one of Dream’s sidekicks?”
George looked up. And nodded his head.
“Oh! That’s great! I used to know you. We hung out a lot, when I ran L’manburg or whatever.”
“Yeah. I had no idea you- you got revived. I thought… I really thought we were never gonna see eachother again.” George spoke quietly.
“Pfft, of course I got revived. I was bound to come back at some point! Did you miss me, George?”
George stayed silent, picking up his coffee cup and taking another long, dragged out sip.
“I dunno. I’m… kinda here… running this kingdom with Karl and Sapnap. I kinda lost all hope that you were gonna come back. I forgot about you, I guess.” He put his coffee cup down.
Wilbur’s heart sank. During all his time in Limbo, he sat thinking about George. He was still in love with George. He was simply in love with the thought of seeing George again. Scenarios replaying in his head of George running up to him and jumping into Wilbur’s arms. He didn’t expect George to… to fucking forget about him! He expected George to find out about his revival and… go find him! This wasn’t supposed to happen. George wasn’t supposed to forget about Wilbur.
“You… forgot about me?” Wilbur’s breath was shaky.
“Yeah. Guess so. I had better things to do then think about you. Dream’s in prison. Quackity’s running a gambling scheme. Karl and Sapnap are off being boyfriends. I’m all alone now. And I’m trying to focus on my kingdom and not dwell on the past anymore, I guess.” George exhaled.
“Do… you not love me anymore?”
“Dunno. You’ve been gone so long I can’t really make an opinion on that. Hey, how long were you dead?”
“14 years.”
“Oh. Okay.”
A moment of silence between the two.
“Hey… George… Y’know, in the 14 years that I spent in my own personal hell, I was thinking about you a lot. I still love you, George. And I thought you still loved me. Guess I was wrong though, hah.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” George said with no emotion.
“I- It’s not a big deal. I can try to move on… Hey, did you say that Quackity’s running a gambling scheme? Where’s that at?” Wilbur changed the subject.
George stood up and pushed his chair in. His mushroom hat accessories jangled.
“I’ll give you a map. And I’ll show you where those books about this kingdom are. Follow me.” George said, avoiding eye contact with Wilbur. George didn’t want to see what the man looked like. Because he knew Wilbur wouldn’t look like the handsome president he knew 14 years ago. George walked over to the front desk of the library, and opened a drawer. Papers strewn around inside. He pulled out one and handed it to Wilbur. Wilbur carefully unfolded it and examined it. It was a map of the Dream Smp. All labeled. Cool! This would work. As his eyes bounced around the page, there were some places he had never heard of before. “Pandora’s Vault”, “Snowchester”, and “Las Nevadas”. After he finished speaking to George, he would have to go explore some more. George started walking away, and Wilbur shot his head up. He caught up to George, who was sifting through books on the shelf. Wilbur noticed that George was standing on his tippy toes. Wilbur blushed. It was cute. George pulled 3 books out of the shelf and placed them in Wilbur’s hands, making eye contact with Wilbur for the first time in 14 years.
“You can have them free. Nobody has come here and asked for the history books in a while. Just make sure to bring them back in good condition, please.” George said calmly.
“Will do.” Wilbur set the books and map down on a nearby table and took George’s hands, intertwining them between his own hands. George’s face turned red.
“George, I’m-“
“Wilbur, I’m sorry.” George cut him off.
“For what?” Wilbur replied, a bit startled.
“For everything. I guess. Sorry for being so cold at first. I just. I just really missed you. I did lose hope that you were coming back. But, I didn’t actually lose my love for you. Sorry for lying. I did it impulsively. I didn’t really believe you were coming back. Everything’s been so hard recently. I’ve been so alone. I didn’t know that you came back. I didn’t want to know that you came back. I’m sorry.” George sighed and fell into Wilbur’s chest, his arms wrapping around George. Quiet sobs were heard and Wilbur’s bloody white t-shirt became a bit wet. Wilbur spoke up,
“Hey, hey, it's okay, George. I know it would be kinda shocking to see me after being dead but I forgive you. It’s okay.” Wilbur pet George’s head.
George sat up and wiped his tears away.
“Can I kiss you?” George asked.
“You don’t need to ask.” Wilbur placed his hands on George’s cheeks, gently guiding his face into a kiss. George kissed back eagerly, loving the affection. The energy made Wilbur smile into the kiss, hands running through George’s hair.
Wilbur pulled away, still smiling.
“You taste like death, Wilbur.” George scoffed.
“Of course I do! Who was dead for a decade and a half?”
George fell back into Wilbur’s arms. It would take a while for everything to be okay again. But right now, everything is okay.