(QUICK OOC COMMENT ABOUT MY POST. This is a nightmare, so characters WILL be out of character. Everything italicized is the dream. Have fun!)
The ground was sand. This was something that was unusual, because a!WT knew in her heart that this was LâApoloburg, but nothing remained past the sand. No walls, no homes.
âHello?â, she called out, squinting to try and see if she could see anybody in the sand. The wind kept pushing the sand over her feet, and she kicked it away, deciding she may as well walk since there was no answering call.
a!WT walked for hours, or maybe only minutes before reaching what looked like the walls of LâApoloburg, crumbled and fallen, and a figure standing in front of it. The closer she got, the easier she was able to tell that the figure had its back to her, and that it was the President.
âaâWilbur! Where are we- what happened to our home? Whatâs going on?â, a!WT asked, reaching out a hand to grab onto a!Wilburs shoulder, but instead of the other turning around the scene changed.
They were now both standing in LâApoloburg, brightly colored grass beneath their feet. a!Wilbur was facing a!WT, and they were by the walls. The look on a!Wilburs face was a look that a!WT had never seen before, it was unsettling.
âD-did you r-really think I w-wouldnât know?â, it asked, and a!WT froze. No. No no no no this wasnât right this wasnât something that happened or was going to happen no.
a!Wilbur was advancing now, grinning, and a!WT backs up, until her back hits the wall, panic shooting through her stomach. That was wrong she shouldnât ever be scared of a!Wilbur this wasnât right why was this happening-
âD-did you re-really buy that Iâm that stupid? Come on a!WT, really? Was that what made you think you could pull this shit off? Of course I know your working with the enemy. I knew since the day I made you my Vice President.â, a!Wilbur sneered, a sword appearing at its side, and they rested a hand on it.
a!WT couldnât comprehend what was happening. a!Wilbur knew all along? This was just some stupid fucking game that she was a pawn in?
âThen why not say something earlier! Why wait until Iâve told a!Tommy things!â, a!WT responded, pretending like her voice wasnât shaking as hard as her hands were, eyes wide.
a!Wilbur laughed coldly, a dark gleam in its eyes that was never there before. At least, never a look that was directed at her. Once the laugh faded, the words that came were just as cold,â You think I care? You think I told you the truth- do you really think Iâd trust You? Of all people, why you? It was just a stupidly easy way to distract the poor whining oppositionâŚâ
It was then that a!WT felt the eyes on her, and her gaze drafted from the healed but entirely unrecognizable face of a!Wilbur to the area around the pair. They were surrounded by residents, both ones who had been exiled and those who stayed. Ghostburs, a!Niki, even the a!Techno and the Wilbur she had met on her journey. They were all watching with impassive expressions, meeting her gaze and the longer they looked the more disdainful they became, faces warping in expressions of pure disgust or betrayal.
But the worst was a!Tommy.
a!Tommyâs eyes were filled with disgust and hurt, but also grim resignation. He was up in a tree, their bracelet-less arms wrapped around a branch, making no move to help.
âHelp me.â, a!WT mouthed, aware that a!Wilbur was speaking but she paid them no mind, pleading for her friend to somehow be able to save this. Surely she had a plan, or some sort of saving grace that would get a!WT out of this. They were a pair right? Best friends?
Though a!Tommy was far away, his words echoed around a!WT.
âWhy would I help you? You didnât even fucking give me useful information- you got yourself into this situation. I donât need you, and never did. You werenât careful enough, and now everyone knows. Everyone knows everything except me. Youâve given me nothing⌠you are nothing to meâŚâ, a!Tommyâs voice echoed, a!WT wilting back against the wall, the wall now fully supporting her weight as the weight of the words crashed down around her, unable to help but whisper back a helpless,âYou donât mean that.â, but a!Tommyâs cold eyes and careless shrug confirmed the Vice Presidents worse thoughts.
Everyone knew everyone knew everyone knew-
âWho are you talking to? Praying to some god youâre hoping will answer- why would they help you? Everything was in your hands⌠you could have saved me.â, a!Wilburs tone suddenly changed, and a!WT straightened, instantly looking back at the President. Itâs face was now covered with a mask a!WT knew they got from a!Dream.
âWhat?â, a!WT asked, feeling incredibly wrong footed with how this had changed, but not questioning when it had had the chance to put on the mask. She also didnât question the way a!Tommy was now standing beside a!Wilbur, and the feeling of being watched became stronger.
âYou could have fixed things, fixed us. You could have not betrayed everyone you ever met, but everyone knows, and always did. We are all damned to a cursed existence because of you. And you are not going to escape punishment for your crimesâ, a!Tommy and a!Wilbur spoke in unison, voices eerily similar as they both drew weapons, a!Tommy hoisting a bow and a!Wilbur with a sword.
There was chanting now, and the clicks of a clock. âWe all knowâ, was being repeated over and over, in perfect time with the ticks of a clock that were getting steadily louder, and quicker as the pair in front of her advanced.
âNo, no- no nonononono- NO-please, Iâm sorry Please-â,a!WT couldnât back up any further, shrinking down and she finally realized that tears were streaming down her face. The clocks were getting louder, and a!Wilbur was drawing its sword back, preparing to swing.
The sounds reached a crescendo before all the voices merged into one, sounding like every single person sheâd ever loved or cared about. She was surrounded, but completely alone, with no one on her side. Only the ticking of the clock was there now, echoing in the silence.
âThey all know. Traitors like you deserve to die alone, and your time is up.â, a!Wilbur said, mask disappearing to reveal their grinning face swinging itâs sword swiftly at a!WTâs face, as a!Tommy let the arrow fly in the same direction.
~*~
Right before the weapons hit, a!WT woke up, gasping for air, pushing herself away from the desk she had been sitting working at until sheâd fallen asleep. The force of her startled push pushed her backwards in the chair, hitting her head on the ground once she fell.
âWhat the fuck-â, she mumbled, sitting there for a moment with a hand over her face and her other under her head, staring up at the ceiling. A!WTâs chest heaved with frantic breaths as though her body was making sure that she was still alive.
For a moment the girl simply laid there, staring up at her ceiling, unaware of the tears streaming down her face as she tried to convince herself it was all a dream. But was it? Maybe everyone did knowâŚ
âIâm so fucking stupid.â, she mumbled to herself, sniffling slightly as she crawled out of the chair and stood up shakily, glancing out the window, glad to find it was only barely sunrise. That would give her some time to try and make herself perfectly presentable before any of the remaining citizens saw her. She couldnât let them see her like this, she was all they had left right now. The president hadnât sent a letter, and a!Tommy hadnât replied. Maybe they didnât need herâŚ.
Deciding to busy herself in her work, a!WT stumbled back over to her desk, setting her chair the correct way around before flopping down onto it, and pulling the papers towards her. Might as well try and finish figuring out the details for the weaponry they had.
As she tried to distract herself, and the sun rose, the girl couldnât quite shake the feeling that everyone around her knew, and were just waiting for the right time to expose her as a traitor. The morning sun and the tedious work may have burned away her clearest memories of the dream, but a!Tommyâs words were burned in her memory. They didnât need her, and her time was running out.
