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"I'll be right back," Wilbur said. He smiled at Tommy, the smile was painful. He knew what he had to do. He had made the deal, of course. He didn't have a choice. He couldn't change fate. But it was necessary. L'Manburg wasn't actually meant to be. He knew from the start when he wound these kids into this elaborate plan that L'Manburg wasn't the best idea. Did he regret forming L'Manburg? Yes. Yes, he did.
He walked over the overgrown path that leads to the final control room. Not many people had been there since the red festival. No one at all but him. He was the only reason that small path was there right now. He pushed bushes away by the entrance of the tunnel. He walked through the tunnel. Sharp edges of stone surrounded him. He had to avoid getting himself cut, although it didn't matter much. He supposed the control room would explode with the explosives that were all around L'Manburg. All under L'Manburg.
"God this was never going to work, the discs, Dream everyone is against it," He mumbled to himself as he looked at the button right in front of him. It was so appealing to just press it right now. It was so appealing to just, do it.
"What are you doing?" Wilbur looks up. In the tunnel stands a figure. A figure he knows all too well. Someone who meant too much to him.
"Phil?" Dad. Wilbur backs away from the button.
"What are you doing Will?" Phil repeats the words in a stern tone and Wilbur's sword falls to the ground. Wilbur glances at the button again.
"N-nothing," Will utters. He looks at his father again and forces a smile.
"Oh come on," Phil says. "What are you doing Will."
"It has to go," Will says as he looks at the button again. The screams from outside are muffled but they are heard. "They're fighting again!"
"It doesn't have to go, Will," Phil says as he walks towards his son. Hand reached forward to lay his hand on his shoulder but Will backs away.
"There was a saying Phil," Will starts. He looks at the button and takes a step closer. "By a traitor, Eret, you may have heard of him."
"Don't do this Will."
"It was never meant to be!" The tear that rolls down Will's face is heartbreaking. His hand reaches for the button and he slams his hand against it.
"NO!" Phil reaches forward and pulls his son in for a safe embrace, wings faced against the explosions that happen outside.
The explosions are loud as the screams outside get louder to them inside the room until the wall is blasted away. Feathers fill the room as the last blast hits the control room. It hit Phil's wings. Phil's wings were protecting him.
"P-Phil--" Will's words are hesitant and he utters them carefully as he backs away from his father. "Kill me," He says, he picks up his sword and holds it in front of him. "Please," he begs. The pain in his voice as he looks outside, everyone is staring at them. "They all want it," he says as he stares into Phil's eyes. The tears that fill his eyes make his sight blurry but he can see the pain that is written on Phil's face.
"You're MY SON!" Phil screams as he refuses to take the blade from him and Will presses the blade against his own stomach.
"Please, do it," Will asks and Phil's hand reaches out to the handle of the sword. Carefully. The time passes slowly and it feels like everyone is staring at him. They are, they are staring at them.
"I can't do this," Phil says as he drops the sword, the blade hits the ground and the sound is loud.
"They all want you to! They all want me to die!"
"YOU'RE MY SON WILL!" Phil screams as he picks up the sword again meaning to throw it away but Will takes Phil's hands and pulls the sword against his stomach.
"KILL ME PHIL." And the sword passes through his stomach. The pain is unbearable as blood streams past the blade. Will smiles. "Thank you," he says as he looks Phil in the eyes who reaches in for a last embrace. Tears streaming over his face as he lets his son rest in his arms.
"I'm so sorry Will, I'm so sorry I didn't help sooner."