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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

Wilbur takes the longest route back to his and Tommy's base, forcing us to camp out for an hour so we don't get caught outside of Manberg, seeing as both Wilbur and Tommy we set to be killed on sight by president Jschlatt.

A little extreme if you ask me.

But we make it past the torn down walls of the country, past the burning flag, past the destruction the war caused. I glance over at Wilbur as we pass it, tears glistening in his eyes.

I feel, I feel bad for him, he's lost everything. But I guess I have too.

"Almost there, we just need to find the door." Wilbur says, tapping around a dirt hill. I'm confused when he stars to pull at the dirt, and light starts to pool out of it.

"What the fuck?"

"It's kinda cool though right?"

"Sure."

Wilbur leads the way into the dirt hill, to a small shelter reinforced with hardened clay to stop it from collapsing. He repacked the door as I looked around. Chests placed around the walls, a single bed off to the side, and a few support beams. Lanterns hanging from the low ceiling. I'm impressed by how much the two got done in only a few days. Wilbur keeps walking.

Confused, I follow him to a dark staircase in the back. It spirals down with barely any light to it, I'm not so sure about this.

I follow him anyways.

We didn't talk as we descended into the earth, I start to feel slightly claustrophobic. The stairs are not wide, so I almost fall multiple times, and would've taken Wilbur with me. Thank god I didn't. The staircase doesn't seem to end, and I almost thought it never would, but a small light broke that thought before it reached my feet.

He brings me out to another staircase, though it doesn't spiral, it just goes straight. As I walk down the slim stairs, I see a huge cavern, filled with lanterns and bridges. holes that were caves turned into rooms, small, natural, waterfalls pouring from sides, a pond at the bottom where some filtering systems were working away.

My breath is taken away as we reach the bottom of the cavern, which took a hot minute, as I look up and it's like the stars are under ground. From how far away the lanterns are, the smaller they are, creating the illusion of stars.

"I always thought the lanterns up there looked like the stars, I'm guessing you think the same by the way you're staring at them?" Wilbur says, reaching my side. I nod my head as I look away, memories starting to form up that I didn't want to think about right now.

Wilbur notices my change in expression, and clears his throat.

"Ah- well, welcome to Pogtopia. It's not much but it's home, for now at least." He says, gesturing around the cavern. I smile at his optimism, it reminds me of a man with goggles.

"I thinks it's perfect." Wilbur nods is head in thanks, then his expression changes, like he remembered something.

"I have something of yours actually," he says, walking over to a chest in the corner, rummaging through it. It seemed to be filled with rocks, and other things like old clothes? Wilbur pulls out a tattered, old book with a faded label.

It looks familiar, and I realized it was a journal from my travels. Inside held maps and ideas, thoughts and stories. Basically all of my thoughts over the span of three years and a half years.

I reach out for the book gently, almost hesitant.

"I never read it, but it was in the bottom of the bag you gave us the other night. Thank you for that by the way.." Wilbur says, handing me the book. I flip through the pages and nod my head, knowing he already thanked me enough.

"It wasn't a problem, I'm happy to help." I say with a sad smile as I stop on a certain page.

A picture was glued to the paper, five kids stood in a row, myself included. They had straw hats on and dirt covered hands. This was when I stayed a few weeks in a village. I'd broken my ankle and couldn't walk after a particularly hard day.

Fortunately for me, there was a little group of kids who were running around with their parents. They found me and brought me back, healed me up and I stuck around for compensation, just helping out where I could.

I ended up getting close to the children and the elderly. When I left they were beyond upset, so was I, but I had to continue on my journey. I had to get back to the city, to Dream and George and Sapnap. I had to get back to my family.

Guess I don't need that anymore...

Wilbur starts to grab more things out of the same chest, pulling out lanterns and a sleeping bag.

"I'll give these to you, and I'll let you set up camp where ever. Most of the caves are unexplored so-"

I cut him off, stuffing the journal into my pack and craving the supplies Wilbur was handing me. "Is it okay if I go to one of the caves?" I ask, gesturing around with my eyes.

Wilbur nods his head with a small smile. "Yeah that's good, be careful though. I'm not sure what's down here." He says, stepping away to leave me with my thoughts. I turn around the ravine, looking at all the holes in the walls, and one caught my eye.

It was in a little corner, covered in little vines right beside the waterfall. A small opening with a small ledge connected it to the rest of the ravine. The cave looked to be unexplored, so I drag myself to the little path.

The waterfall rings in my ears, filling them full of a peaceful sound. I walk into the cave with the lantern in hand. I search the cave for a moment and find it to be clear. I place the lantern on a small dip in the wall, filling the small space with light.

Along the back wall, away from the opening, was a slightly raised ledge, I laid my bag and supplies onto it and pulled out my sleeping bag, unfolding on top of the ledge. It fit perfectly.

I was standing in my cave, light filling my face as I reread the journal, when I heard a voice echo throughout the ravine.

"Wilbur!? Wilbur!" The voice was familiar, younger and had the same accent as George and Wilbur.

Tommy.

"Wilbur!" Tommy called again, yelling for his friend. I sit up and close the journal, walking out of the cave. Tommy stood on the little bridges connecting each side of the ravine and is holding a little bag and a few sheets of paper, they looked blank.

"Tommy? I'm down here!" Wilbur calls up from the depths of the ravine, his voice echoing. Tommy nods his head and goes down the paths to the bottom. His and Wilbur's voices call out into my room.

I step outside the cave completely, and follow the sounds over the waterfall, and to the two males talking around a small fire.

Tommy stood in front of Wilbur, waving his hands wildly to go along with his conversations. Wilbur nodded his head when he needed to, turning the food over the fire. They didn't hear me coming up behind them.

I sat down beside Wilbur, Tommy physically pauses, an angry glare passing over his features.

"What is she doing here?" Tommy says harshly, his eyes staring daggers at me. I didn't understand why he was so angry, and I shrugged.

"I left." I say simply, leaning back. Before I could blink, a sword being drawn caught my ears and a sharp point was right at my face. Tommy had drawn his sword on me.

The blade was dangerously close to my face, the fire sending the smallest glint off of the sharp edge. He had a fire in his eyes that could only be described as rage, but his hand was shaking, he wouldn't kill me.

Anxiety spiked, I lift my gaze from the sword to the teenager, then to Wilbur who watched Tommy with a blank expression, then back to Tommy. My lips part in concentration.

The way Tommy's hand shakes suggests he isn't well aquatinted with a blade, or killing a person. Thought, the anger and pure, raw rage in his eyes say something different. He wouldn't kill me, but he might injure me severely. I'm nervous, and worried as the boy grips the sword, his knuckles turning white.

Stupid decision in,
Three,
Two,
One..

"Do it." I say, watching the teens anger falter into confusion. "Slit my throat. Run the sword through my gut, watch as the life drains from my eyes." I spit out holding a staring contest with the teen who held a sword to my throat.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Tommy let's the sword fall slightly, trying to figure out what I've told him. I feel the familiar pit in my stomach, feeling it grow as I move my hands up, showing I'm not threat. Wilbur sat beside me, just watching the scene unfold.

Little did I know, Tommy would take me putting my hands up as going on defense. Panic flashed in my eyes as his sword slashed up my hand, opposite the one with the burns, but still the same hand I've cut before.

"Shit!" I hiss, pulling my hand away from the blade dripping crimson, splattering in the stone floor. The fire light hit the red liquid at an angle as it fell from the tip, creating a shine. Tommy falls back.

The pit in my stomach grows as I stand, walking away from the boy as my blood dropped down my wrist, following my veins. I move a finger and my palm stings.

Wilbur is following after me, trying get me to stop so he could look at the gash.

Sapnap didn't leave a scar when he cut me, but Tommy will.

"Vienna, let me look at your hand." Wilbur says as I walk to my cave, blood staining my hands. I shake my head, unable to form a sentence as I walk up the path.

In my room, I search through my bag, looking for the extra bandages I stocked up on. Finding it, I unroll the white gauze and smear crimson on the sides from my bloody fingers. I struggle to get it to stay still from how my hands are shaking.

"Vienna." Wilbur said, reaching around and grabbing the gauze, helping me get the bandage started.

I don't like the memory it brings back.

Sapnap and I spring, him tripping and my hand catching the blade. Him washing the cut out, him wrapping my hands, him, him, him.

I don't like it.

"It Okay Wilbur I've got it." I say with a tremor in my voice, water welling in my eyes from the pain and the memories.

"No Vienna-"

"It's fine. I know how to fix my hand." I snapped, not meaning it to sound so harsh, Wilbur backs away with a wince. I really didn't mean for it to sound so harsh..

Wilbur leaves out the cave entrance, shoulders slightly lower as he tucks his hands in his pockets. I hear Tommy shouting from outside, but never hearing Wilbur raise his voice. I shrug it off as my hand continued to shake.

I wrap my hand gently, but tightly enough to secure the wound. I'd probably need stitches, but that could wait. I could wait to stab my hand over and over again so it can hurt more!

Yay!




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