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"What.?" The villain asks, seemingly caught off guard. "Uh yeah, I’m a hero, what did you expect.?" The villain stutters and says, "Well, surely you’d want to protect your own brother, right.?"
A shrug makes the villain seemingly offended, which didn’t make much sense, but the villain wasn’t one that made sense anyways. The villain sighs and says "Well.. I suppose your brother is dying then…"
There is no reaction to this, and the villain sighs and takes off his mask, now there was a reaction. Under the mask was a young child, about the age of sixteen. Yeah, not that young, but too young to be chasing villainy.
The villain had familiar blond hair, short and messy, a dirty blond. Baby blue eyes and a scar on the nose were two more defining features. A gasp sounded at the villain’s appearance.
The entire social media froze for a moment, then two, then three. Silence stretched out for a while before the villain stretched out his arms and grinned with a laugh- but it wasn’t a happy nice one, it was full of misery, self-loathing and insanity.
"Well, you chose for me to die, then. Rather than a couple hypothetical hostages.." The villain’s voice had changed to a younger one, that seemed still prone to cracking from puberty.
A couple steps back were taken, and the villain frowned, a sudden change in attitude. "Oh, where you going now, Wilby? Aren’t you gonna watch me ‘die’?"
The villain watched as a confused, "It was only a hypothetical, you don’t need to die, Toms.." sounded in the air and hovered for a moment, hanging in suspense.
A laugh sounded, but it wasn’t sane nor amused, it wasn’t a positive one. It was one of someone who had almost been pushed off the edge, and was now about to fall. Someone who had almost lost it, but wasn’t quite there yet.
"Silly.! If you want me dead so bad, I’ll happily do it. Brothers stick together, don’t they? Do anything for each other, sacrifice anything for each other. So, I’ll sacrifice myself, for you." The villain says sourly.
There was a moment of hesitation, "No- I don’t- don’t die, Tommy, you’re too young." But the only response from the villain was, "Silly hero, that didn’t matter a few seconds ago did it.? Plus, what’s that hesitation I hear?" The mocking voice sounds throughout the frigid air.
Silence stretched on for a moment before a bitter smile covered the villain’s mouth, "So, I guess this is goodbye then, brother.?" The villain steps towards the edge of the building, as if about to jump off it.
“Wait! No, don’t do that- I’m sorry, I’m sorry Toms, I’m sure I can make it up to you-" The villain cuts their long-standing enemy, with a, "Make it up to me how? How can you make up to me how you decided I was better off dead.?" With a sneer.
"I didn’t mean it like that-" cut off yet again, this time with a shorter response of "Oh, really?" Which was eagerly replied with a "Yes! Please don’t kill yourself, come home we can talk things out and stuff."
The villain sighed “Hmm, no, I don’t think I will, I think I’ll die right here right now and you will regret your words for eternity." A frown emerged and the villain simply flashed teeth cockily in response.
Then, the villain stepped back, and fell off the edge of the building. “No!” A voice cried out, and a hand reached to grasp the young villain. But it was too late.
The villain died.
In the view of the social media, in the view of everyone, a villain died that day. It wasn’t celebrated this time, though.
This was sawn as a loss.
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Tommy laughed, it was the annual anniversary of when a too young villain died today, but he didn’t die. He survived. He lived. No thanks to his brother, though.
He lived with his new older brother, Techno, in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Everything was shimmery here. Almost unreal.
Unreal, such a funny word, don’t you think?
No. That was probably just Tommy. Tommy was a person who had been pushed to insanity before he died. Died? You wonder, didn’t we just say he survived? Well, he didn’t.
He died, and now he was living in an ‘unreal’ cabin with a guy who was his ‘new older brother’, called Technoblade.
This was a delusion.
This was unreal.
And Tommy.. Tommy was simply delusional. Insane, crazy, if you will.
But how did he get that way?
Let’s save that story for another day..
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One Day Later…
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You took that.. literally, didn’t you? Wow. You waited a whole day. Impressive, I suppose. Well, since you were so patient, I’ll show you…
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A small child waited eagerly for his older brother to come home- it was his birthday today and his older brother had been busy at work the whole day- but he was patient. He could wait.
He waited. The small child, who shouldn’t have to fret about anything waited.. for hours.
The child looked to be only about five years old, but he was home alone, the poor little thing. The child had baby blue eyes and bright blonde hair.
He looked perfectly innocent, he was also patient and eager- and turning five years old!
But his brother wasn’t here to celebrate. It seems he had forgotten. What a shame…
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Obviously, that wasn’t all that it took to drive him insane. That was just the beginning- Wilbur could’ve easily made it up to Tommy by saying sorry. Tommy was forgiving- was.
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The child has been promised that his older brother would look at his drawing. His older brother was busy. Apparently there were many things more important than him.
He didn’t mind. Not right now, anyways. This had happened numerous times before, the child just hoped this time his older brother would care enough to have time for him today.
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Tommy was five when that happened. Isn’t this called emotional child neglect? Can be pretty damaging.
…Feel kinda sorry for him now-
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The blond boy was at summer camp- it was time for him to go home. His older brother was supposed to pick him up. His older brother was late.
The adults were watching a live video on the TV. The boy asked to watch it with them. The adults showed the six year old a superhero fighting a villain. The child recognised the superhero.
That was the boy’s older brother.
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The child knew now. The only thing important to his older brother was being the hero. He used another kid’s IPad at school to figure out what the superhero was doing on his missed birthdays, on the times he never came home.
He was helping the city. Most would be proud to be the younger sibling of a hero. Not the young child. The young child just wanted a brother, not a hero. He was only seven years old, and he was alone.
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Poor Tommy…
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The child had a black eye. The child had accidentally hurt himself, but there was no body to help the boy. Why? Because his brother was busy being a hero to the city, busy helping people not die.
But the blonde almost died. He was eight, and almost died. The young boy was starting to have enough.
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The descent is starting..
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The younger brother had had enough.
He was nine years old, and his brother hadn’t came home yet. He’d been gone for two days- it was also now 11PM.
He was done with it.
He had been making a mask and a costume for a while now. So he could go out and get his older brothers attention.
The two fought, and the child was labelled a villain.
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Tommy was labelled a villain, just because he wanted his brother to notice him. This wouldn’t of happened if it wasn’t for Wilbur..
That’s terrible- but also, Tommy wasn’t doing the right thing by fighting a superhero. That is a villainous act.
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The young villain was 10 when he started appearing more frequently. The villain child was done with the world, having noticed the bias.
Though, the child was still just, only hurting those who did bad deeds. Like a vigilante.
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That was a bad idea on Tommy’s part, wasn’t it? He shouldn’t have played the part of a vigilante when he was already labelled a villain.
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The villain was 12 when he lost his sense of justice. He started doing immoral things, only sparing people like him.
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The descent to madness is clear now, he’s falling faster and faster.
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The villain was 13 when he started to torture abusers. The villain had only a couple people rooting for him now.
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He has fallen.
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The villain was 14 when he started hurting innocents for zero reason.
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He has fallen into insanity.
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The villain was 15 when his older brother started treating him better. But by now the villain was too far gone to care.
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He’s gone now (mentally.)
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The young villain was 16 when he died. When the hero cried for him. Cried, as if it wasn’t his fault he was dead.
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And that brings us up to the present. You get it now, don’t you? Though, since you’ve read through all that, I might as well give you a sneak peek at what’s going on with the hero, the brother. The reason Tommy died.
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Tears flooded as sobs sounded. No no no. The younger brother wasn’t supposed to die, and certainly not by his own hands.
This was too much.. no no no no no..
A ringing came from a phone.
“Hello?”
Sniffles sounded “..hi.”
“This might not be the best time, but.. your younger brother, he’s somehow alive.”
“Oh.. oh, my god, than-“
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WHAT!?