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romancingdaffodils · 1 year

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ARTIST!WILBUR U MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME I AM UR BIGGEST FAN

sort of out of character wilbur but it’s okaayyyyy

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

they r gonna be so cute just u wait JUST U WAIT.

NAMED BY JADE !!!!!

2.1k words let’s go raahhhh

Wilbur was perched on the edge of a bench. Leaning forward, tilting his head and moving his legs, he was trying to get the perfect angle. A new painting. A gorgeous willow tree hunched over a deep green pond, the long hair like branches tickling the surface of the water. His sketch was going okay, it was the first time he had experienced true motivation in months. All was well until an oblivious passer by stopped right in front of him. He groaned, not loud enough for you to hear, but loud enough to voice his own frustration. However, what he hadn’t realised was the depth you added to his new piece. A person, who he had to admit looked very sweet, stood examining the same beauty he had seen. He was no longer angry. He began rapidly sketching, it wasn’t quite right to draw a stranger. However, he pushed that to the back of his mind; he’d go over and ask you once he’d finished this. He didn’t need to move, you simply came to him after about 20 minutes. Unaware of his plan, you strolled over the bench to check the pictures you had taken. Nodding at Wilbur, you silently asked ‘am i alright to sit here’. He nodded in return, allowing you to do whatever before he spoke. Quickly, you checked the pictures you had taken. A few had been on a disposable and the rest on your actual camera. Deleting any that weren’t from the right angle, you looked over to Wilbur as you heard him clear your throat.

“Photography?” he said, looking back at you. He gave you a small smile, but he was still trying to figure out how to ask if it was okay he had included you in his art.

“Yeah! You’re an artist?” you replied, gesturing to the pad in his hand. You returned his smile, turning your whole body to face him as you spoke.

“That’s right. Actually, you stepped in just as I was sketching. I hope you don’t mind.” Wilbur quickly turned around the pad as he spoke, revealing the sketch. It was so gorgeous. You looked beautiful, the rough pencil drawing had complimented you more than any camera. You were stood in the centre of the drawing, he had captured you at a 3/4 angle. The disposable camera was visible in your hand, and some how he had managed to enhance your feature’s charm by 1000. Not to mention the immense detail in the background, how perfectly he had captured the scene. You were in complete awe. How could one person have such talent?

“I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, it’s gorgeous.” you continued to stare at the piece, your eyes only left to look up at Wilbur. “Oh, I don’t know your name. I’m y/n, wow. I cant believe you, like, made that. It’s so pretty, you made me so pretty.” you added, going off on a slight tangent after introducing yourself. You couldn’t help it, the sketch was just too incredible.

“I’m glad you like it.” he responded, his eyes not leaving your bewitched face. “Wilbur,” letting out a soft laugh, he looked down at the pad. He wasn’t sure what had you so hooked, but he was glad. It was good. You had made it so much better.

“Wilbur is a nice name. Are you going to paint it? Or?” you said, finally drawing your attention away from his art. You looked at him, giving him a big smile.

He couldn’t help but return the smile, looking down at you. “Thank you. Yeah, I’m going to paint it. Actually, I’d quite like to take it home. Would you mind, giving me your number or something? I can show you progress. I mean, only if you want to. Maybe so you could send me the pictures you took, so I can get the colouring right. Again, only if you want to.” he was a little proud of his cover up, he just really, really wanted your number.

You had practically started glowing as you reached down for your phone, you showed him your number. “I don’t know it off by heart, sorry.” you said, laughing slightly “And, of course I’ll send over the pictures. I’d be happy to help, you’re so talented.”

He nodded his head, in an attempt to distract himself from your constant compliments. He also retrieved his own phone from his pocket, he typed in your number and sending a quick text to check he had it right. The notification popped up and he smiled, content with successfully having your number. You had returned to admiring the art, eyes flicking between him and the sketch pad.

“You like it that much, huh?” Wil said, tilting his head as he kept looking at you. He couldn’t understand why someone liked his work so much, not that he was complaining.

“You make everything seem so irresistible. You see the world beautifully. How are you able to: capture everything through drawing it’s so incredible?” you sit back after subconsciously leaning closer to get a better look at this piece, and Wilbur. You wouldn’t admit that though.

“I’m not sure, if I’m being quite honest. I’ve been struggling for motivation recently, hated everything I painted, and sketched. So, thank you, for walking into my view because I don’t think I could ever hate this one. Even if I royally fucked it up.” he watched you move back; he sat the sketchbook back in his lap. His eyes flicked around the view he originally had, making sure everything was perfect in his sketch. You almost scream, he doesn’t hate it because you’re there. “Well, I think it’s perfect. Especially the background, you must’ve been here for hours.” you replied, looking back at your camera. Not the disposable, the professional camera you’d spent your life’s savings on. You pick out the best of the pictures and turn to show Wilbur, “How’s this?” you asked, looking over at him.

“Perfect. Thank you. Would you like to go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs. I have been here for hours.” he offered, placing all of his equipment into his bag.

“Yeah, sure.” you replied, pulling your camera over your head and the disposable into your pocket. Your phone was safely tucked in your other pocket, your phone that now had Wilbur’s number saved in it.

He stood up, then offered out his hand to help you stand. He felt a bit stupid, but kept his hand out. You took it as you stood. You looked at him, looked up at him. “Christ, you’re tall.” you laughed lightly as you spoke, shaking your head.

“I get that a lot. 6’6” he said, smiling down at you. He started to walk, his steps far bigger than your own. You picked up the pace to keep up with him, though you didn’t really mind.

“6’6, jesus christ. Sorry. You must get this all the time.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You’re a photographer? What else do you photograph?” he responded, turning the conversation in a different direction. He craved your voice; he wanted to know you. Slowing down to match your pace, he thought about the way you had complimented his work before. Phrased so beautifully. So genuine. It brought a soft smile to his face.

“I, I work for the newspaper. I go round, and I take pictures whenever I’m wanted. Sometimes I do photoshoots for others - like weddings and stuff, they pay decently. But, I like to take pictures of things I think are pretty. Let me know if you ever want a photoshoot done.” you said, smiling back up at him. Anyone would’ve thought you were a couple, everything felt so natural. You had a feeling Wil would be one of those people you instantly clicked with and would never ever let go. To be honest, from the forty minutes of knowing him, you didn’t want to let go. You’d put across a bit of light flirting, where was the harm. You were semi sure he wouldn’t confront you about it, you were wrong.

“So you think I’m pretty, y/n?” he quipped, his smile had turned into a smirk. He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for your response.

“Um, uh. I-“ you started, quickly being cut off by his soft laughter. “You’re a cunt!” you complained, this caused him keel over with laughter as he kept walking. He shook his head.

“Y’face was a picture. Maybe I’ll paint it.” he joked, turning back to you after his fit of laughter. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re quite pretty too.” he added, eyes boring into the side of your skull.

You were sure you could die in that moment.

“Do you sell your artwork?” you asked, trying to deter the conversation away from the situation. He smiled; he knew exactly what you were doing, but decided he’d go along with it.

“Yeah, I have a little group I’m in. We set up exhibitions, and sell our art. It’s more like a club, we meet up every Wednesday to share our current artwork.” he said, tearing his eyes away from you and looking ahead. He’d probably crash into something if he stared for too long.

“That’s a really cool idea. You make much money?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, I’m kidding. Depends who’s buying, sometimes we bring in a lot. Sometimes we don’t.”

You nodded as he spoke, you understood that. You continued to walk down the gravel path through the park, talking about anything that came to mind. You dreaded the walk coming to an end.

It had been two hours since you met Wilbur, and you were developing the largest crush you’d had since seeing Damon Albarn in the 90s. Your worst fear became a reality, the walk ended. You were stood at the gate to the park, a foot between you. Wil smiled. You smiled.

“It was lovely to meet you, y/n. Can I see you again, tomorrow maybe?” he asked, covering his nerves the best he could. You didn’t notice the way he brushed his knuckles against the palm of his hand. You did notice the little shake in his voice.

“I’d love that. Where do you want to go?” you questioned further, a permanent smile plastered on your face.

“There’s a lovely cafe, not too far away from here. I’ll message you the address. But, is 3 good with you?”

“3 is perfect. I can’t wait.” you said, still beaming up at him. He couldn’t help but return it.

“You’re going to ruin me.” he mumbled to himself, you barely heard it. You tilted your head, obviously confused. He then spoke again, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Bye y/n.”

“Bye Wilbur.”

Neither of you moved, this caused a cacophony of laughter. You pointed and said, “I’m going that way.”

“Let me walk you home.” he replied, he decided he should’ve offered that in the first place.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. You don’t have t-“ you were cut off by him beginning to walk the way you had pointed. You ran a bit to catch up to him, shaking your head. “Rude.” you said, looking up at him.

“Sorry, dove, I won’t walk you home next time. Let you get eaten by a cannibal?” he responded, placing his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah? Where’s this cannibal? I’ll fight him off myself.”

“He’s right next to you.” he said, sarcastically.

You feigned shock and placed the back of your hand to your forehead, gasping. “Noo! Please!!!! Don’t eat me?! Where’s my knight in shining armour?! I am but a fair maiden in need of rescue!”

He laughed, you laughed.

“I lied. I won’t eat you. Not yet, anyway.”

“I’m glad to hear that, I’ll be on the look out for being eaten though.”

“Probably for the best.” he said, watching as you turned a corner. He was walking on the outside of the pavement, closest to the road. He felt like a gentleman.

“I hope you’re not going to stalk me now you know where I live.” you said, jokingly. You were admiring him and it was a little obvious, you didn’t mind though.

“No promises.” he joked back, readjusting the straps of his backpack.

“Do you even live anywhere near here?” you asked, turning another corner as you spoke.

“Yeah, not too far.” he wasn’t lying but he wasn’t exactly telling the truth either, it was about a 40 minute walk from where you were walking now. Fortunately, you had made it to your building.

“This is me.” you said, looking up at him as you stood on the step.

“Flat?”

“Yeah. Everything’s way expensive here.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow. Good bye y/n.”

“Good bye Wilbur.” you said, waving him off. He waved back before strolling away. You sprinted up to your flat and immediately collapsed on the couch, screaming into a pillow. You had never been so happy.

#writing #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #romance #please help #wilbur soot #fanfic #artist!wilbur #silbur woot

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losttheclown · 5 months

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For my Wilbur Soot fans

#the clown wants attention #Wilbur soot #Silbur Woot 😌

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ixylle-d-from-the-stars · 1 year

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Twin Duo aka

unstoppable force vs immovable object

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maxiblursaystuff · 2 years

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Best nickname for Wilbur Soot?

No, not Wilby. Not Silbur Woot.

Soobur Wilot.

Have a good rest of your day.

#wilbur soot #/j but also /srs #dsmp wilbur #wilbur mcyt #i keep spelling wilbur as wilbyr so maybe that works too #have fuuuun

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florencwrites · 3 years

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ECHOES, PAGE TWELVE 〚dreamwastaken〛

He is cross with her, cross with her for caring about him. Then, sirens are blaring and she cannot think straight. The alarms making her sick with their deafening threats of what might've occurred within the walls of the prison she had grown to hate so much. series homepage

"When are you going?" Her words were whispered in both fright and anticipation. She truly didn't know how she felt about the entirety of it all. On one hand, it'd be good for Dream to have some visitors; there only had been a handful that went to meet him and none of them had returned for a second time, besides from Quackity.

When he came to visit he always came for a little chat beforehand, and while she'd always had a certain liking towards Big Q, these times he'd been acting weird, odd, eerie.

He'd have this almost mocking attitude as he asked her how she was holding up, if she'd spoken to Dream yet. One time he'd even gone as far as to say, "You know he deserves whatever it is they're giving to him, right?" His voice had been deep, hard, and cold. "You know that right?"

He'd scared her. She gulped nervously and nodded while staring blankly at the horizon. She had asked him to leave. He did.

On the other hand, she wasn't sure whether Tommy was in the right state of mind to be seeing Dream at all. She didn't want him to do anything he'd regret, she didn't want him to act as erratically as he often found himself to be.

"Tonight." He muttered in response, his eyes still fixated on the darkening clouds above. "I came to tell you that."

"I appreciate that." She squeezed his hand. "I'll be waiting for you right here."

He sat up, turning his torso to face her, "I also came to tell you that I don't want that."

She sat up, too, urging him to keep on speaking. So, he did, "I want you to go see Techno again. He missed you and you missed him and he will keep you safe, he promised."

"You didn't tell me you spoke to Techno."

"I am now." His face stood unrelenting, he was insisting on it. "I've taken care of everything."

"Tommy, I'm not going anywhere until you return from that prison unscathed." He opened his mouth to retort, but her maternal instinct had caught his words before he had even thought of them. "And that will be the end of it."

"Fine, whatever." He pushed himself from the ground, quickly wiping the dirt and grime from his clothes and hands. "Stay here, see if I care."

And with that, she was left alone.

It felt odd to have another falling out with Tommy, but for the first time, it had nothing to do with her desire to see Dream. If anything, it had to do with the slight tremble of fear she carried with her, fear of what the man she loved truly was capable of. Tommy thought he was entirely invincible, that no harm would ever truly catch his scent; he was incredibly and utterly wrong.

The grass she had picked at flailed up into the air, swirling down into her lap. "I know, Wilbur, but nobody's looking out for him anymore."

"We're the only ones that care."

A cold print rested on her upper back. She jumped at the contact, he had never gone as far as to touch her before. She didn't even know he could. "Was that you?"

A phantomed thumb rubbed circles in its place, comforting her entirely. She smiled as she leaned into the touch. "I'll wait for him however long it takes."

"For both of them."

The hours passed ever so slowly, they had always seemed to crawl along the clock when it came to her. Perhaps her lack of agenda was what kept them from ticking at a normal pace, perhaps the lack of a rush was what did it. There was no looming threat of delay running after the minutes threatening to beat it with a stick. They crawled past ever so slowly, knowing damn well nobody would be chasing the spare seconds they left behind.

She'd watched Tommy walk past her in the reflection of the murky water. She reckoned the tide had changed once again, bringing the mud up to the surface in whifts. The water had been clear for as long as she had sat there, but today it was practically visually impenetrable. He hadn't said a word, only his pattering steps and the spectral, almost melodious grunt of the portal being utilized.

She could hear the creaking of the vault faintly in the distance, it was a spookily silent night. The moon stood high in the night, especially for the time of the evening. It was early, she was hungry.

She didn't dare to stick her feet into the cloudy waves, whereas normally she'd have no trouble getting them dirty; today she felt uneasy doing so. She pulled grass from the soil beside her, she had decided to permanently move to the fresh spot Tommy had assigned her to.

She loved him with all her heart, nobody would ever be able to take that from her, even him. He could commit the most heinous of crimes, die a horrible death and take thousands with him; she would mourn the death of his wickedness the same way she would of a saint. She'd apologize to him the second he came out of there, she'd tell him she was sorry for treating him like an imbecile that couldn't hold his own, even if it was a little true. She was gonna tell him that she'd leave for Techno's first thing in the morning, that she'd already notified Niki that she'd be taking Bastard back into her own care. She had taken care of everything.

But then sirens started blaring, alarms started screaming at her for being so goddamn naive. The prison shook in its core, the small waves it emitted into the water felt like fucking tidal waves as they splashed onto her feet. Her hair was being pulled at mercilessly and her skin felt like it was rotting, sliding from her skin.

The sirens were blaring loud enough for everyone in the realm to hear, and still, they succumbed to Sam's menacing screams of despair. She could hear him screech at the two men locked inside, she could hear the absolute desperation lacing his tone as he shouted, "Get away from him, Dream! Leave him alone!"

And then, it was quiet. It was quiet in the way it had been the first night she'd sat there. Quiet in a way the whole world had been smothered, the whole world had muffled and muted itself to listen to her agonizing sobs. When they took Dream, she had been inconsolable.

Now, he had taken Tommy and she was beyond repair.

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napstawantstosleep · 2 years

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Head empty, no thoughts,

Wibu Sott

#dsmp #dsmp fanart #dream smp #dream smp fanart #mcyt #mcyt fanart #dsmp wilbur #wilbur soot #wilbur dream smp #wilbur fanart #revived wilbur #I really appreciate this wilsur boot guy #idk but when i hear silbur woot i feel like i know i can trust them

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lmnlad · 4 years

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the blade and soot

#mcyt #mcyt fanart #technoblade #technoblade fanart #wilbur soot #silbur soot fanart #i wanted to put pigtails on techno but it was 3 am #fanart #lad.art #lad.archive

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avogotyournumber · 3 years

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#save me please #and yes i am watching this late #i really hate to say it but i was sleeping when this was streamed #kinda ironic if you ask me #georgenotfound #wilbur soot #quackity #silbur woot #lore man

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anser-blue · 3 years

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Red smoke of YCGMA

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BONUS SPEEDPAINT

#art #fan art #digital art #dsmp #mcyt #my art #digital #illustration #digital illustration #ycgmafanart #ycgma #your city gave me asthma #wilbur soot #silbur soot fanart #dreamsmp #dream smp #dream smp fanart #Anser_bLUe Gallery

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shakirawastaken · 3 years

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revived- derivakat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCpszkhqV-o

THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT THE HELL ! :0 !!!!! THE TALENT :SOB:

a throne always awaits a king

#derivakat #shakira shakira writes #dsmp #wilbur soor #wilbut soo #silbur #wilbur soot #i cant spell

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tarthmsuoh · 4 years

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WILBUR LIVE

#wilbur soot #silbur soot brainrot #wilbur live

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blazevillains · 2 years

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silbur soot like "i dont care that hes already out im still supporting him" in tmmy dodgebolt youre sick .....

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go-learn-esperanto · 2 years

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You know that poem made of the first lines of emails? I had a dream where someone made an ever-expanding thing like that made of sentences from strange asks they received.

I wanted to attempt this myself so here it is:

Open your eyes and open your stomata

(named after an ask that I love but couldn't make it fit literally anywhere)

Won't you explore the void with me?

Not exactly "tubbot" but It's tubbobot

Which is close enough probably,

The bible fandom link goes to the shit piss cry family tree,

Yay!! Ariana Griande Supremacy!!!!

Do u have milf grian monday

Bc its gone from the master list?

Wait grian’s a biologist???

You're notif scared me so bad I accidentally

unfollowed when trying to click it.

What’s the passerine edit?

As soon as Mumbo got him second mustache

Grian stole it

I've got an eel with destiny

Taps taps hello!!!!

Thoughts on jimmy solidarity canary?

"Did you put the tapeworm post on my tumblr homefeed?"

Dumbledore Bear asked calmly

The soup dragon awaits your return,

If schlatt AND captain sparklez are tubbos dads then…

Who was the pregnant one?

Sending an bird to eat the worm infestation

For absolutly no reason in particular,

I just wanna tell you how much i adore ur tumblr theme,

And how grian wearing the mcc crown is your pfp!!!!

WHY IS THAT THE POST I GOT NOTICED ON 😭😭😭

But have you seen technodyke anon

Those old fancy shirt things

HOLY SHIT THOSE ARE. MOTH WINGS????????

My poor little flower, why are people trying to cancel you over a moth?

"I just logged back to my emo 2016 tumblr account

And my notifications are full with people

Telling me to fuck off"

Liek yass slay bitch take the win

Silbur Woot

Please give me the movtivation i need to finish my drawing

Wormbur soot?

Look at him he’s so stupid 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Wait p*ssy doesn't rhyme with fussy

Tudo bem??

Also i said Fiona is scar’s dead name.

🏃‍♀️ Omw to learn esperanto,

But the more I thought about it,

The more it seemed to fit

This also means they had *ahem* for either to be pregnant so :)

That’s me with Mumbo jumbo

So, without further ado

Grian as BadBoyHalo.

Can I share with you something I remember from time to time?

Worm ptide 🪱🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

#“Worm ptide 🪱🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️” 😌#ask #gle original #askbox worms #me going slightly insane #long post

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wooteena · 2 years

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an ask about your url that doesn’t include fussy boy ?????

EVEN MY IRL FRIENDS HAVE MADE THE wilbur soot > silbur woot = wooteena COMPARISON AT THIS POINT ToT

#i had to dm starfluff 2 figure out an ask for the second day in a row #asks #mcyt

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florencwrites · 3 years

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ECHOES, PAGE TEN 〚dreamwastaken〛

Sam allows Dream to write a singular message, one that he so desperately seeks. A visitor comes to cheer her up, he never fails to. series homepage

"I bet he stinks so bad in there." Tommy had taken up on her offer to join her by the water for a bit. They looked for a few flat and round rocks for him, she got about five; he had two entire pockets full. She sat silently watching him do his little thing, swinging her legs to wade her feet through the water. The patter of the bouncing was calming, comforting. She smiled at his comment, he'd always been necessarily and irrevocably mean. Brutal. He didn't always mean it, he was just honest like that. An admirable trait.

"You know he's got like a shower and stuff in there right?" She plucked some flowers from the grass and laid them out in her lap. They had moved to a fresh patch of lawn since her dirt-ridden spot wouldn't suffice apparently. She tangled them together to make a little bracelet, or perhaps a necklace.

"You don't know that." He mumbled, loudly exclaiming, "And even if he does, I bet he doesn't use it."

He threw another rock across the water, it was a still day. The waves ebbed just the tiniest bit, the wind had laid down for the past few hours. The direction had also changed; the prison was now blocking the tide almost entirely. She joked softly, however, she knew she secretly hoped for it to be true, "Maybe he's too busy to shower."

"Busy doing what?" He snorted at her comment, picking another rock and examining it thoroughly. It had a reddish hue, seemed bumpy, too. Granite, probably. You didn't really see a whole lot of that on the surface, especially not along this part of the ocean. "He must be bored out of his mind, no girls, nothing in there. Only fucking Sam, and he's mean when he's in there."

"You've been in there?" She piped up at his statement, immediately straightening her back to face him. He shrugged, "Yeah, it was decent, I guess. Quite dark for my taste. 'Was before they locked him in there, though."

"Well, what's it like?" She tried prying for a little more information. She wasn't going to try and break in or anything crazy, but she was convinced there'd be a day Sam would sway and allow her entrance to the Vault. She wanted to be prepared in the slightest, that's all.

Tommy pulled his feet from the water, making a face at the greens that had stuck to his ankles. He dropped himself to lay in the grass, legs propped up on the edge. "Weird. Very weird."

"It's very small on the inside, you know? Reckon I could break in, I'm smart enough to pull it off." She didn't dare disagree with him, so she decided to let it slide, nudging him to carry on. "Sam's a psychopath. Throwing potions and shit."

"I didn't see the main cell, but I bet it's boring, anyway."

She, too, let her body fall into the grass. "Sam asked him to write me something, ya know?"

Her eyes glossed with silent tears, her heart aching at the mere mention of what seemed like his ultimate betrayal. Tommy noticed the change in atmosphere, he'd always been a quite perceptive kid. Doesn't mean he'd adjust any of his behavior, though. "What'd the prick say?"

"He hasn't written me back yet."

"He fucking what?" He near shattered her eardrums from the sheer volume. She silently thanked God, maybe she hadn't been overreacting. If Tommy found it ridiculous there'd be a chance that whatever she was feeling was valid, and she felt particularly forsaken right now. "After all you did for him? I'll fucking murder him-"

She let him ramble on about what atrocious things he would do once he finally got his hands on him, but really her mind was wandering elsewhere. She couldn't fathom the idea that maybe he truly had deserted her, relinquished on what they had.

"I just really miss him, Tom." She let a tear roll down the side of her face. She tried so hard, so incredibly hard to not let him see her in her weakest state. But she simply couldn't anymore. He didn't deserve to see her like this, but she was incapable of numbing it out anymore. So far, the tears had been silent, though.

"I miss him, too, sometimes, you know?" They laid in silence for a bit, looking up at the clouds that were slowly drifting over their swirling minds. "Never told anyone that I don't think."

"It's okay. He once was your friend, too." She grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers and resting them on the patch of grass separating them. "You're not a bad person for missing a friend, Tommy."

"You ever miss Techno?" His voice was meek, small. "I stayed with him for a while. Him and dad."

Her breath hitched, her heart ached like it hadn't done in ages. A rush took over her body. It felt as if someone had been choking her out for years upon years, a little bit tighter every day, and they had suddenly let go of the rope. She couldn't remember the last time he had referred to his father by anything other than Philza.

"I do, I miss him all the time. You had fun?" She tried playing it off, however, the tight hold he had kept on her hand gave him away. He had noticed, too.

He deliberated on his answer for a little bit. "I think he is very cross with me."

"What happened?" She was careful with her choice of words. She knew how much he had always hated when he would come home as a little kid, telling his family about something that occurred in the fields. He'd come home with the saddest frown and the first thing that would be thrown at him would be an agitated, "What'd you do?" Therefore, she vowed to always see the best in him. Especially because nobody else did.

"I don't think I want to talk about it.." He spoke with a certain confusion in his words, he knew he was safe, he didn't need to hide anything, not with her. "I just know that I miss him and that I don't like it."

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