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A winter night. A homeless man. He was walking through the streets, with just an old coat and a beanie to go over his normal clothes. He just kind of.. spawned here one day, just like everyone else. Unlike everyone else, though, he remembered a past life. A nation he built and destroyed, his closest friends, his brothers. He’d seen various things in this.. newer world, and seen many people he knew before, but.. They did not know him anymore. It was always the same. And he didn’t really know if there was any point to it anymore.
Wilbur Soot was tired. Tired of “Who are you?”s. Tired of hoping he wasn’t the only one. No luck. The gods obviously wanted him to suffer with these memories, letting him know he wasn’t getting any of it back. He was TIRED. Physically and mentally.
The snow was starting to fall. Obvious sign he had to, as usual, drag himself into another alleyway and likely not sleep at all. Yet he did it anyway, because was there really anything better.
He simply slumped against the wall.. Slowly dropping to the floor.. There was no chance he was sleeping. Just had to sit, alone with his thoughts. His scattered, tired, done-with-life thoughts. And he was sat there for a while.
Until, he heard some shifting in a corner of the alleyway.
A small pile of old newspapers and scraps of cardboard.. And something was under it. Something vaguely child shaped. And Wilbur was thinking “why the hell is there a child here.”
He didn’t wanna mess with that. Eventually, he could hear faint cries and sobs from under the scraps. The voice sounded.. really familiar, but he couldn’t place why.
After a second, he decided screw it, he was gonna investigate. Slowly, he pushed himself away from the wall, now being close enough to slowly push away some of the scraps in the pile. “Hey- kid, are you o-”
He froze.
He had cleared enough scrap away to be able to actually see the child. He.. really didn’t want to let himself hope, but… he knew that golden hair. A single streak of white in the middle of it, because that’s what revival does to a person.
His immediate thoughts pretty much consisted of “There’s no way he remembers me. No one else does.” but he couldn’t help but whisper the child’s name.
“..Tommy..?”
And the child’s tired eyes slowly opened, slowly finding their way to Wilbur’s. An unmistakable blue. One of the only people Wilbur hadn’t been able to find in this world. He was prepared for the usual, because no one here remembered anything. No one in this world knew anything of a past life. Everyone truly believed Wilbur was insane-
“..W….Wil..by…?”
That surely stopped his spiraling thoughts. He.. teared up a bit, hearing that again, then mumbled, “..Toms, you- you remember me..?” to which the child- Tommy- choked out “..you didn’t.. forget about me..”
Wilbur carefully got rid of the rest of the scraps, slowly pulling Tommy close to him and into his arms. “Oh.. I couldn’t forget about you.. Never.. Look at you, you’ve grown..” he laughed through his slowly increasing tears. Tommy was also slowly starting to cry. “Wil- Wilbur- I saw Tubbo, and- and Phil, and they didn’t- they didn’t remember me, they forgot about me-” He stuttered out. Wilbur just hugged him tighter, sobbing and laughing at the same time. “Oh, Tommy… oh, Toms, I’ve got you.. I’ve- you didn’t- you actually remember me-!!” “..and you’re.. You’re my Wilbur..? My big brother..?” Tommy sniffed, digging his face into Wilbur’s coat.. It was still so familiar..
Wilbur, ignoring the cold, slipped off his coat and wrapped it around Tommy. He felt like he was just given something he could actually live for.. “Of course..!! Of course, I’m your big brother..!!” He rested his chin on Tommy’s head, he was just.. so happy. Tommy curled into Wilbur’s arms more, finally having something familiar to hold onto after so long. “...I missed you…”
The night was cold. But two brothers had found each other. They’d be fine someday.
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A man is sitting in his library. He was writing in his.. journal of sorts, writing about his close friend. This friend had gotten caught in the snowfall that had been going on a couple weeks ago, and also happened to be the only friend he had that knew his complete name.
He barely noticed the door opening, but looked up nonetheless. A tired looking person had walked in with a child on his shoulders. Eventually, the librarian simply said “..Can I help you??”
The other was quick to reply. “Ah right, I forgot I need to introduce myself.. The name’s Wilbur. Wilbur Soot. And this,” he looked up at the child on his shoulders, “is Tommy.” The librarian could see the tiredness in both of their eyes, more the man’s though. “..Nice to meet you then,” he started, before noticing that.. the child was staring directly at him, eyes wide. And then, to his horror, the child mumbled something.
“... You’re Technoblade.”