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A little thing you might just want to know about Wilbur here, is the fact that he had never really thought that he would actually do this; the fact that he had never really thought that he would literally betray the hero agency, or he would rather call it: ending that damn hero agency, if that had most probably sounded better in the slightest, maybe.
But the fact that he would literally ruin absolutely everything they have done until this very day, that did not make it better in any way, nope, absolutely not.
Wilbur had never really thought about the fact that he would have actually gone against his own friends, he had never really thought about the fact that he would have actually gone against his own family, especially after everything they have, and pretty much still do for him, even after everything they have given up for him to reach this very level, even after he had earned everyone’s trust, even after he had gotten both of his own younger brothers in on this, into the agency, and into his little plan.
But he just had to, he could not just simply stand there and let it all happen in front of him, he could not just simply sit there and watch half of them fail in front of him, he could not just simply watch them crumble in front of him.
No, those people were too good for that, their powers were too powerful for that, they could be in so many better places than this, they could all be so much better than whatever this was.
He knew that this whole hero agency thing would not work anyway, he knew that half of these students at the academy just would not be able to finish off these damn training courses, of course they would not, it was all just simply too much for them, it was all just simply too tough for them to finish, but it was not like Sam seemed to know that anyway, it was not like Sam seemed to care.
But he did.
Sam knew about it all.
And Wilbur had known damn well that he did.
Just by the look of the man's eyes whenever they had training or were practicing on a skill or so, he could easily tell that the man was fed up, he was fed up with them, like he had watched something get ruined, wrecked and completely fail in front of him, like he had watched something so glorious and high up at the best of levels fall down to the very least in front of him, fall down to the absolute worst, and fail, (although Sam did not really seem to care about them) maybe he cared about the fact that the fucking agency was failing, but he definitely did not care about the students.
He seemed fed up with them but just did not care in any way.
Sam had always looked like he was just waiting for someone to say something against him, he had always looked like he was just waiting for one of them to just slip up, just by a little word or maybe even a sentence, but then again, nobody would even dare to, nobody would even bother to try.
The students training at the agency were all just simply far too scared to say anything against that man, or maybe even just talk to him in the first place.
It was true that the man was intimidating, it was true that the man could simply just end you with a punch of his hand (and his robotic alternation as well).
Just by the sight of him, just by the deadly look in his void black eyes, you would know you have got to shut up at once, you would know that you should not to mess with him.
But then again, that would only cause you to fail, that would only cause you to fall, and that would only cause you to crumble, and sadly, that is exactly what has been happening at the hero agency.
Which was the very reason why Wilbur had always tried to see the very least of him, which was the very reason why he tried to look at his flaws and his flaws only, which was the very reason why he always tried to look at him in a way of telling that the man wasn't all that of power, which was the very reason why he should not be scared of the warden, which was the very reason why he should not be intimidated by him, which was the very exact reason why he should not fear him.
And he most definitely did not.
And that was probably the only thing that had made him above everybody and anybody else, that he was not scared of the warden, that he was not scared of Sam, and all of the other students most definitely were.
They were all scared of Sam.
Now, of course, for Wilbur’s absolutely not very massive betrayal but not plan (which totally was just him leaving them, when he had first gotten the idea), he had to do some thinking, he had to do a lot of thinking in fact.
He has been at it for a very long time now, he has been thinking about it all for a while now, it was just him trying to come up with the perfect plan.
What should he do? Or who should he recruit for this? Or what powers would be useful?
He had thought about it all, even Tommy himself had added some thoughts and opinions to it as well, and so did Techno, which he was extremely grateful for, he was not really sure if his original plan would work anyway, and they had both helped him fix it up.
But it is not that simple, and it will never be that simple actually, but who will really notice? Who will really care? Who would even pay their very little attention to whatever the ghostly little Wilbur had been doing about this all?
He had just wanted to help those people, he had just wanted to help those so very young student, he had just wanted to help those little kids who had been brought in here, at such an early age of their lives, for them to just to train their god damn powers, for them to just to go through a living hell and back, even though the training was just far too harsh on them, but they just could not do anything about it, Sam would always say that the tough training was what brings you up, Sam would always say that the tough training was what makes you stronger, Sam would always say that the tough training was what helped you be better.
And all Wilbur had wanted to do was to just save them all, all Wilbur had wanted to do was to just save them all from failing, all Wilbur had wanted to do was to just save them all from falling, all Wilbur had wanted to do was to just save them all from dying.
You might just think Wilbur's words about death were all too much, you might just think that he is was just over exaggerating his own words, but it was true, there had been one single incident, just one, and he does not want to see it repeat ever again, he does not want to think about it ever again, he does not want to remember it ever again.
Wilbur's plan will very much be able to help some of them escape, it will very much be able to help some of them be free from this, but then again, there was just a little tiny keyword in there: some.
Not all of them will be able to make it, not all of them will be able to escape this hell hole, not all of them will be able to leave this damn building, not all of them will be able to do that, of course, and he knew that damn well, they all knew that damn well, he made sure that they knew about it.
Some of them won't be able to make it, some of them won't be able to escape, but it was better than none of them leaving this hell, now was it?
It was most definitely better than living with the guilt of them all dying, and it all being his fault, right?
Right?
It all had just seemed to be a little bit too messed up. Nothing really seemed to be in place.
His plan may have seemed to be a little bit far too complicated for himself and for all of the others he has told it to. He might have just slightly felt bad after that whole situation in case he had gotten them confused or anything of that sort. But they had all looked like they had understood what he meant, they had all looked like they understood his words, hopefully they did so.
He really hoped that they did so.
Now, another thing you might need to know about Wilbur here, is the fact that he just does not really leave any form of evidence behind of what he does, is the fact that he just does not really like being seen when he does something, and by evidence, of course, he means people to tell or people to report what they had seen of him or what they had seen of what he did, nor does he let people live with the fact of knowing that he had ruined or did something to affect their stupid lives, he does not let people live with the fact of knowing that he had betrayed them, or even feel the slightest of hatred towards him, and that was exactly what was going to happen here, in this very situation.
Wilbur would betray Sam, he would ruin everything the man has done, and then Sam would live with that fact for god knows how long.
He would hate Wilbur with his life, he would want to get revenge on Wilbur's little betrayal, and he would most probably try to kill him and the people who escaped with him or something, maybe he would even try and ruin his fucking life just like the brunette had done to him, Sam would maybe even try to haunt whoever left the agency for the rest of their damned lives.
And maybe that was the little reason why Wilbur has been thinking about this all a little bit too much, because there was absolutely no fucking way in hell he was going to let someone live with the want of getting rid of him, there was absolutely no way he was going to let someone live with the want of killing him, there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to let someone live with the want of haunting him, in the slightest for god knows how long.
Another thing Wilbur needs to do here, is to defuse the bomb.
Yes. A bomb.
Both mentally and physically.
The little bomb ticking ever so quietly in the back of Wilbur's mind, going tick tick tick without a stop, just sitting there and waiting for the right moment, just sitting there and waiting for the right second to end this hell hole, and Sam's little bomb as well.
Now you might be wondering, hey Wilbur, what bomb? Why was there a bomb? Why did Sam have a bomb? Why was it a bomb out of everything? What’s with the explosives?
Well, he has some news for you.
Just because the lovely warden, Sam, has the highest security room in the entirety of the hero agency, that does not mean that Wilbur's little powers of being a ghost could not be able to alternate or mess with that.
He had just been walking around the building, at what seemed to be a little bit after midnight. He had not been able to sleep that night for whatever reason that his mind would not just shut off for, so he had just decided to walk around the agency, no one was awake at that time of the night anyway, right?
Then all of a sudden, he had heard a loud noise while wandering around the building, and he had quickly slipped into his ghost-like state to check it out. I mean, he was the phantom, after all.
He had went through the walls and into what had seemed to be Sam's little office, where he works and hangs out all the time, finding the green haired man on the phone with someone, while looking at what had seemed to be a little machine with some sort of timer on it, on top of his desk.
And now… if you did not know this, but there is this little tiny fact about Wilbur here, and it’s the fact that he had always known a bomb or an explosive when he had seen one, and that was exactly what was on that said table.
A little stack of TNT, wires wrapped all around it, the little clock in the middle ticking with every second that passes, just like the one in the back of Wilbur’s mind, it had also seemed to be connected to some other things inside the walls.
Now, about what Sam had been saying on the phone, it sounded close to every single thing Wilbur had mentioned before, but he had sounded far too harsh saying it, and definitely disincluded the whole thing about saving them from dying. In fact, he wanted them to die with it.
Sam knew that this would all fail, Sam knew that this would not work, and he had just never seemed to care about them in the tiniest bit possible. He was just talking about how it was all a failing idea to even begin with anyway, he was just talking about how all he would do was just get rid of all of it, he was just talking about how all he would to was just get rid of all of them, like it had never happened in the first place.
Now one more thing to add to the list here, was the fact that Wilbur just did not quite know how to defuse a bomb.
Yes, it is disappointing, he knows that. But, that did not mean that he could not alternate or play with it, right?
He had snuck into the warden's little office, just a few days before deciding it was finally time to leave this stupid hell of a hole (which had happened to be exactly on the same day Sam had wanted to blow them all up). He had changed up the timing of the bomb, so he knew at exactly what time it would all just blow up, so he knew exactly at what point it will all be gone. And that was why he had just wanted to get this over with, as soon as possible, or at least even try to get as many people out of there by the time it goes off.
He told them all about it, he told them all that it would blow up, he did not mention at what time, he did not mention how it would blow up, but he said that it would be soon, he said that it would happen on that very day, he said that it was their last chance, he said that it was their only chance, before it would all be gone for good, it would all be gone after this.
Sam had confronted them about it that day, he was even in his full set of netherite armor, which had gotten some the students of the agency to look over at Wilbur in the slightest of confusion on why the man had his armor on, but Wilbur just motioned for them to be patient, he had motioned for them to just stick to their plan.
Sam had told them about how was all a failing plan, he had told them about how they would not succeed, possibly bringing their hopes down of being better people, maybe even bringing down their dreams of reaching somewhere in the world with their powers. Then he had pulled out a little button, clicking it with his full confidence and pride, thinking it would lead to something, but then again, nothing had happened, nothing had changed.
And right here is where Wilbur's plan had started, right here is where Wilbur's plan had gone into action.
They all made their way to escape, but Wilbur had changed just a tiny little bit of the plan, without the others knowing, it was the tiniest detail anyway, just for himself and himself only.
He would not leave that damn building until he was sure of two little things, one of those things being his brothers leaving.
He had to make sure that his brothers were both in a safe place, away from the building where nothing would happen to them.
The other thing of the two was making sure Sam was gone for good, the other thing was to make sure Sam would not be there to get his revenge on Wilbur, because the man would know it was him, every single person in this agency would know that it would be him, nobody knew about explosives or anything of that sort more than Wilbur Soot, they all knew it, and Sam has just happened to be one of those people.
Sam was probably not going down with this plan, he most probably would not, he was in a full set of netherite after all, but Wilbur would make sure he did, even if it had meant for Wilbur himself to go down with that man, and he would take that risk, at least he would know that his brothers were safe, at least he would know that his friends were safe, true they might have gotten a few scars or injuries, yeah maybe that, but they would not be dead, they would be alive, and they would be breathing.
Wilbur had found Sam in the building after he made sure Tommy and Techno were safe, they were safe they are safe they were okay they are okay, but Wilbur would not forget that look the green haired man had given him when he looked him in the eyes, the look of anger in that man’s void black eyes, like he knew it was Wilbur, he had most definitely known it was Wilbur.
Some of the man’s netherite armor had been broken and thrown across the room, but that did not really mean anything, Sam was strong either way, and so was Wilbur.
Sam had lunged himself at Wilbur, causing the brunette to be pushed back onto the floor and to the wall, making him slide across the room, far away from where the warden was standing (he was limping on his right leg, his armor is broken, Wilbur had made a side note in the back of his mind).
There was a large empty space between the two of them, before it was quickly taken up by a large piece of the ceiling that had crashed down onto the floor, and a loud sound coming down with it.
Oh, did Wilbur not mention the fact that the little clock in the back of his mind had finally stopped ticking? Well then, now you know, it was all just a little countdown in Wilbur’s head of when the bomb would finally blow up the building they were in, and right now, it had just went off.
Wilbur was very quick to slip into his phantom state, he knew he could not stay in it for a long period of time (he never really cared to train it into being a longer division of time), but he just had to make sure Sam was gone, he just had so make sure Sam goes down, he just had to make sure Sam was dead , even if it meant for Wilbur to go down with him, even if it meant for Wilbur to die with him.
He was quick to make his way to Sam and punch the man in the gut, making the man groan at that. Wilbur then slid out a little pocket knife he always carried around with him, and then he had quickly stabbed it into the man’s left leg.
There was a scream from the man, and Wilbur had watched him fall down out of pain, a dark red liquid now leaking out of his leg and coating the silver metal weapon in his limb.
But he just was not dead, yet. He just was not gone for good, yet. And the explosions were not quite done, yet.
There was a rumble in the ground, and another piece of the ceiling had made its way onto the ground with a loud crash again, and it had most definitely landed onto where Sam was, another scream was heard from him, and then it all went deadly silent.
Not a single scream,
not a single word,
and definitely not a single explosion.
It was just his own breathing, his breathing was loud, his breathing was so very loud in his own ears, but it was not stable, no, not at all actually, he was struggling with it.
He could not really breathe well when he was in his phantom state for too long, he should probably just turn back to normal, just so he can breathe again, right? But why couldn’t he? Why couldn’t Wilbur move? Why couldn’t he turn back? He did not understand, everything hurt, breathing itself hurt, then why couldn’t he just go back to normal? Maybe it would all be fine when he does that?
“Wilbur!” Someone had screamed his name out loud, he was not really sure who it was, but he had recognized the voice, he just did not know who it was. His mind was just too fuzzy, his hearing was just too blurry, and his vision was just too unstable.
He could hear the person speak, it sounded more like screaming or shouting if he was gonna be honest, but he just had absolutely no clue what they were saying, he could not make out any of the words, his mind was just not focusing on the goddamn words, his mind just kept repeating the same thing over and over and over. Murderer killer murderer killer murderer you killed him you are a murderer you killed a man you killed Sam you murdered him murderer killer murderer killer murderer. Murderer killer murderer killer murderer you killed him you are a murderer you killed a man you killed Sam you murdered him murderer killer murderer killer murderer.
He felt himself go back to his normal state, no longer a ghost anymore, no longer a phantom anymore, but his body just could not hold itself up, easily falling limp onto the floor, he could not stand up straight, he felt like he had been stabbed over and over in his chest, breathing hurt even more than before, and now the only thing that was in the view of his so very much blurry eyesight, was the crimson red liquid of the person he had just murdered, the dark red blood of the person he had killed. Murderer killer murderer killer murderer you killed him you are a murderer you killed a man you killed Sam you murdered him murderer killer murderer killer murderer. Murderer killer murderer killer murderer you killed him you are a murderer you killed a man you killed Sam you murdered him murderer killer murderer killer murderer.
That was when that very same loud scream of his name from earlier had gotten even louder in his so very blurry hearing.
He had felt someone rush over towards him, maybe it was two people, he wasn’t quite sure, but he just did not know who it was, he could not just make out the voices, his heartbeat was just far too loud in his own ears, there was a flash of a silver object, a sharp yet small silver object, he had seen it for just a second, it took him a while to realize it was actually inside him, maybe that was it for him.
His fingers were numb, maybe even too numb, and he was just… cold, he was so so cold.
He had just felt like a child, a child just wanting to be cradled into his own mother’s arms, just to feel some sort of heat, a child wanting to be held against his own mother’s chest, just to feel some sort warmth.
Maybe he finally would be able to. Maybe he would finally be able to see her again. Maybe she would be able to hold him in her arms again.
Yeah… that sounded nice.
He missed her.
He wants to see her.
Then he would tell her about it all.
He would tell about anything and everything.
He would tell her what she had missed.
He would tell her about Tommy and Techno’s many achievements.
He would tell her how they got their powers.
He would tell her all that she would want to know.
He would tell her about his music.
Maybe he would even tell her some of the stories that had happened before it all went to shit.
And then she would smile at him.
She would give him that same bright smile.
The very same one he remembers and wants to see again.
And she would welcome him with open arms.
Yeah, that sounded nice.
Maybe he could even close his eyes now, it was of no use keeping them open anyway.
He could just finally rest.
“Wilbur…” Tommy’s voice had trailed off. He recognized it, and that was the last thing Wilbur had heard before finally closing his eyes with a smile, that was the last thing he heard before finally blacking out and never waking up again.