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The blonde scrambled to lock the door behind himself. His chest heaving as he heard the pounding of footsteps from the hallway. Harsh knocking erupted on the wooden frame. “Open the door, Tommy.” It was said with an underlying threat. “You know what you’ve done.”
The blonde shook, hands holding the stack of TNT. The red cylinders stared ominously back at him. This wasn’t right. Something was very wrong. “Tommy, I’m sorry for getting mad. Can you please open the door?” The knocking ceased, his voice sounded much gentler than the aggressive demands he had made earlier. He knew he couldn’t give them back. Wilbur always got like this. One minute he’d be an unstable ball of rage, the next he was the sweet older brother. “Tommy?”
“No, Wilbur.” Was all Tommy could bring himself to say. He knew Wilbur would grab for them as soon as he opened the door. “Tommy.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Open the door.”
Tommy’s hands shook, knuckles turning white on the TNT. “I can’t do that, Wilbur.” He replied, his voice wavering with uncertainty. He back pressed harder against the dark oak door, as if that would keep it closed. A flat hand slammed onto the door, reverberating in the small room. “I told you to open the door, Tommy. Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you’re going to blow it all up!” Tommy snapped out, hunching into himself more when Wilbur began slamming his hands on the door again. God, where the hell is Technoblade?
“And why is that a problem? Huh?” The older man asked, resting all his body weight on the door. His head would knock into it a few times. “Look what Schlatt did. He’s destroying all of our hard work. You remember that right?” He asked, lips gracing on the door.
“But we can fix it! This isn’t the answer, Wilbur.”
“It is the answer! Look at what he’s done. They burnt our flag. They tore down the walls. Hell, Schlatt is more of a dictator than a president.” Wilbur shouted. “This is the answer. It’s the only way we’ll win! With bloodshed and war, Tommy!”
With war? With bloodshed? When were those ever the rules of L’Manberg? They solved their issues with words. That’s how they survived the war with Dream! He gave up his discs for their independence! “That’s not.. That’s not what we stood for..”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Tommy! We’re in Pogtopia now, not L’Manberg.” Wilbur barked out, slamming his fist on the door again. “Give me the TNT, Tommy!”
“No!”
“Open the fucking door! Just give it back!”
“No!”
“God damn it, Tommy! Open the fucking door before I burnt it down!” Wilbur threatened, slamming his shoulder into the wood. Tommy shook violently, tears welling in his eyes. What has gotten into Wilbur? His brother?
“Wilbur, please stop..” He mumbled, breaths growing labored as the panic finally set in. He was really going to break down the door. He was going to do it. He didn’t care if Tommy got hurt. He didn’t care about-
“What’s going on?” Tommy could almost cry when the monotone voice spoke up. The banging on the door stopped as Wilbur turned to look at the pink haired male in front of him. The man was holding baskets of potatoes he had just farmed on the other side of the base. “Tommy stole something from me.”
“What’d he take?” Techno sighed.
“TNT.”
“TN.. TNT? Why do you have TNT?” Techno asked, dropping the potato baskets against the wall.
Wilbur frowned, “I’m going to blow up L’Manberg after Tubbo’s speech. We’re killing Schlatt.” Techno’s eyes widened at the comment. That wasn’t what he was anticipating as an answer.
“I thought you wanted it back?” He asked, raising a clean eyebrow. He fiddled with his gown top, brushing off the dirt.
“We can’t get it back.”
“Yes we can!” Tommy cried out from behind the door. “It’s not too late, Wilbur! Please!”
“Why do you always do this, Tommy?” He asked, head cocking uncomfortably to the side as he stared at the wood. “Do you hate me that much?”
“No! I don’t hate you!” Tommy let out.
“Then why are you doing this to me!?” Wilbur asked, kicking the door with his steel toed boot, leaving a small dent at the bottom. “Give it back, Tommy! They’re not yours!” His hands came up to slam on the door again. Techno’s eyes widened at the scene. He stood stiffly, watching as the older male berated the door. When he finally heard a small sniffle come from the other side, he finally stepped in. “Hey, Wil. Just stop.” His pale hand came to rest on the trench coat clad shoulder.
“No! They’re mine!”
“What is yelling at a child going to do for you, Wilbur?”
The brunette stopped, backing away from the door with a scowl. “If you’re going to steal them, I’ll just ask Dream for more.”
“Dream?” The pinkette asked.
Wilbur turned to the potato farmer, “He’ll give me more.”
Techno stood there awkwardly as the brunette walked past him. He watched as the male walked up the ravine towards their tiny base at the top. He turned back towards the dented dark oak door. “Hey, Tommy.. You okay?” He asked. “Wilbur left.”
He heard a deep inhale as the door clicked unlocked. The blonde peeked his head out through the crack, checking for the brunette. Once he saw he had left, he opened the door. Techno walked towards him but stopped dead in his trail.
In front of him was a large stack of TNT. Piles upon piles of TNT stacked on top of the other lined the walls. “Holy shit,” was all he could say in response to the sight.
“Now you understand.” Tommy let out. He closed the door behind him, placing a padlock on the handle. Almost in hopes that Wilbur wont get to the supply. “I don’t know what to do, Techno. He’s going to blow up our country. We started it together and he’s just going to.. Destroy it all.”
“I’m not one for L’Manberg, but how did he get so many?”
Tommy frowned, “Dream.”