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Such a stupid mistake, so incredibly fucking stupid. Wilbur is smart, cunning, quick with both his tongue and on his feet. Yet now he feels like the biggest idiot in the world, rather he IS the biggest idiot. It was such a small explosion, not even worth a big hero chasing him.
The transport truck he's in goes over around bump and he scowls as he's jostled. The power suppressor handcuffs and ankle chains glow faintly in his little box. They haven't explained anything to him, if it weren't for Phil telling him things for this in worst case scenario moments he'd probably be having a panic attack. Or maybe he'll have one later, he'll inevitably have bad days anyway during his hopefully short stay. Techno and Phil will come for him, they promised they would.
Wilbur grunts as he's shoved into the wall when the truck abruptly stops. He can faintly hear yelling and the banging of metal before the porting door is opened and fills the space with sunlight. Wilbur has to squint to see people dressed in green uniforms load into it. He glares from what's basically his cage as they take him away. They're at a concrete building, there's a huge brick wall around the whole complex. Wilbur is led away from the rest and to a smaller building almost hidden away from sight. Standing at the door to the smaller building is a hero. An older man called 'The Warden', how fucking fitting. He wears a gas mask but Wilbur can see his narrowed eyes at the sight of the brunette.
"Siren, how kind of you to finally join us."
Wilbur spits at his feet, Warden sighs and turns to the door. It clicks open as Wilbur is handed over for Warden to guide. He's led through a series of hallways and heavily armored doors, all this for him? His power is not physical in the slightest and useless when he's alone. Eventually it's one final door, and Warden scans almost every part of himself before it finally slides open. It's a tiny hallway, only four cells from what Wilbur can see. The lighting is dim, a shock different to the brightly lit hallways. The first two cells they pass are empty and Wilbur stops just before he can enter his cell when he catches sight of what's in the one across from him. A blonde man, maybe only 20. His hair is curly and thick red antlers sprout from it.
His skin is milky white and his eyes almost, glow. Glimmer? They shine bright as lights, a muted blue. Warden gives Wilbur a rough shove and he stumbles into the call. The bars slide behind him immediately and he whips around to cuss the hero out but stops. Antler boy is now longer sat on his bed, he's standing stock still and stares intently at Warden. The hero swallows nervously but surprisingly holds his stance. "Hello Tommy, this is Siren. He'll be staying here the rest of his sentence." Apparently named Tommy, antler boy doesn't look away from Warden when he speaks. "Be back with supper soon Sam, I worry for Abigail if you're not." Sam? The Warden's name is Sam?
Sam, fuck that's weird, shifts on his feet with a nod. Wilbur can't see his entire face but he can see sweat gathering. "Of course, we're on schedule Tommy." The blonde nods but doesn't do anything further. Sam looks back at Wilbur and he is both shocked at the pity and knew it would be there. If Tommy is piss scaring Warden while heavily chained and behind all these doors, he's certainly a monster.
Sam quickly leaves the room but Wilbur's not focused on him anymore, he's busy studying Tommy's appearance. He's tall and lean but his shoulders are wide. His hands end in tipped nails, cutting like he's been sharpening them on purpose. His cheekbones poke through slightly, his nose perfectly straight. Perfect yet beastly, human yet not.
"You remind me of myself, back when I cared to pay attention. So full of spirit and, explosive." He chuckles at his own joke, it tinkles like bells with timber burning it at the edges. "What-" Wilbur clears his throat. "What are you?" Tommy tilts his reminding quite like an animal. "I am everything and I am nothing. Beings like me consume and decompose, I am you." It's cryptic as all hell, Tommy's chains look so heavy but he sits down carefully, so in control of his own body to a worrying extent. Wilbur sits down on the thin bed, it looks too short to accommodate his height.
"May I have your name?"
Something is off about the question. It makes Wilbur's stomach turn and his vision blur. His throat feels so dry and his body trembles. Wilbur blinks and looks over at Tommy. The other prisoner hasn't moved at all, just leaned back against the wall and looking casually at Wilbur. Tommy's chains glow too, power suppressors, Wilbur has a feeling they don't work. Technoblade's voice creeps from the back of his mind and he carefully mirrors Tommy.
"You may not have my name, you, however, can call me Wilbur. What can I call you?"
Wilbur loves Techno, did you know that? Favorite person on the planet, so great, beautiful, amazing, smart, just absolutely wonderful.
Tommy grins at him with too sharp teeth and gestures to the floor of his cell. Wilbur looks down and raises and eyebrow at the moss covering the surface. "Did you grow that?" It's possibly a stupid question but Sam seems accommodating, because he has a fucking fae creature in his prison. Tommy nods an almost proud look on his face. "Yep, makes it more homey. Reminds me of some of my circles, I always grow moss in those."
Wilbur furrows his brows. "But where's your circle now?" Tommy gives him a long stony look before turning to stare at the opposite wall. "None of your business."
It's curt and shuts down conversation for the rest of the night, even after Sam brings their meals in. Tommy never said what Wilbur could call him.
When are Techno and Phil going to come for him?
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Life in the prison with Tommy is as good as it can be considering. They dance around each other with beautiful words dripped in poison. But that wears off like a paint, peeling at the edges until there's nothing left but the original idea.
Tommy was right, they are one and the same. They are themselves and each other, cut from the same cloth if you will. It's much more fun in here now that they're comfortable.
"It sounds beautiful out there, it's been so long in here I haven't seen the new things they add to the world." Wilbur hums low. "It is, my brother has a friend, Ranboo. They just love technology." Tommy snorts suddenly. Wilbur looks over to him where the blonde is running his hand over the moss growing up his wall. "Your brother Techno, has a friend who loves technology?" It makes Wilbur giggle when he thinks of it too. "Now I just have to ask them if they only hang out with Techno because of his name." Wilbur murmurs, Tommy nods almost to himself.
Wilbur jumps as the door to their hall bangs open. Tommy looks over slowly, the look in his eyes almost has the brunette's trademark manic grin appearing again for the first time in weeks. Primes what is about to happen that's so interesting, Wilbur just has to know! A guard he doesn't know comes into view with Wilbur's tray of food. He expects it to be quickly slotted through the slip at the bottom of the bars but the guard just looks at him instead. "What." He snaps. The guard raises an eyebrow and chuckles mockingly. "That's just pathetic, Siren! Oh he's killed thousands! He's terrifying! Primes and you're just some lowlife stuck in a box now. Stuck here until your last miserable day-" Wilbur looks at this absolute idiot standing so close he could reach out and break his nose up into the dumbass's skull.
A loud bang echoes from behind the guard making them both jump. The guard whips around and shrieks in a very unmanly manner. Tommy has apparently bent his bars with a headbutt. He stares through the bars bent to his head shape with a sharp glare. The guard hits one of the buttons on the side of Tommy's cell wall with a shaking hand. The blonde's gleaming blue eyes never leave the fucker. Sam enters from the door down the hall and hurries over. Tommy slowly backs away when Sam gives him a fearful look. "Fix it." He barks, Sam trembles as he places his hands on the bars. They slide back like Tommy had never done that.
"Good, get Jacob out of here before I decide his heart should beat no longer. Mr. Soot, I've decided, should be given meals by Puffy. Do you see the terms fit?"
Tommy asks Sam like he has a choice. The blonde is such an enigma to Wilbur at times like this, he feels bubbly almost at the quick nod Sam gives. He finds himself giggling again. The green haired man shuffles the guard, named Jacob, out of their corridor. Tommy sits down on the floor and Wilbur copies him. He looks to the blonde and grins hysterically at him with giggles slipping through. Tommy smiles back and a few of his raspy chuckles join Wilbur.
"You should kill them when we break out." Wilbur laughs and Tommy shrugs. "You mean we should kill them when you break out. And then we'll go off with Philza and Technoblade, Ranboo even. I'll finally see your explosions. Are they beautiful Wilbur?" The brunette gazes at Tommy with soft eyes, endeared with him. "So beautiful Tommy, I like to set them five at a time so they can never find all in the frame I've set them." He tells Tommy quietly.
The blonde hums and brushes his moss again. "Wilbur I have a question for you." The brunette hums this time, and the note continues longer than he's been able to make it with the power suppressors, he blinks in confusion. "What's up then?" Tommy taps a rhythmic patten as he thinks. "If you could escape right now, right this second. Could you find your family again?" Wilbur blinks at the odd inquiry, then blinks again. "Right this moment?" He asks slightly breathless. Is Tommy finally going to do it? The snap Wilbur knew was coming.
"Yes."
Wilbur giggles to himself and rocks to the side a moment. "Yeah, yeah I could find them." He whispers. Wilbur looks at Tommy again and finds him looking back.
"Good."