#t!wilbur

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Wilbur was a complete idiot. But in his defense, the lake wasn’t that far from the cabin ok?! He just wanted to attempt to find that pretty salmon again, but he had completely forgotten that it was winter and that meant the fish were gone. Along with any other sensible animal. It also wasn’t his fault that the universe truly seemed to hate him and decided a blizzard would be wonderful right as Wilbur decided to head home. He cursed bitterly as he narrowly avoided another tree that just seemed to appear out of nowhere. Prime, he could barely see 5 feet ahead in this stupid blizzard. He could practically hear Techno’s annoying droning about his pathetic lack of survival skills. Then he saw it. In the distance. A giant opening to a cave. Wilbur laughed incredulously. Maybe the universe didn’t completely loathe him after all!

With a bit more spring in his step, Wilbur hurried over to the entrance to the cave. He didn’t even pause to think about how the vastness of the cave felt a bit…off. All he knew was he was finally out of that gods-forsaken blizzard, with what felt like 3 out of his 4 limbs still intact. He waddled further into the cave, still shivering from the cold that had taken root in his bones. He eventually found a dry spot against a cave wall and settled down, content to pass out for a bit, before he heard it. A strange whooshing sound. Wilbur glanced further into the darkness of the cave, where the sound had come from. The sound came again and Wilbur sat up. What can he say, he’s a curious person. He slowly made her way towards the increasingly loud noise until he saw a vague form in the darkness.

He got closer and slowly became horrified at the sight of what looked to be a child. He could barely make out a head of blonde curly hair. Wilbur couldn’t see far enough to see the kids lower half, but he desperately hoped he was wearing a thick pair of pants, because the kid didn’t appear to be wearing anything for a top. There was no way that the poor thing wasn’t practically frozen solid. Without another thought, Wib began sprinting with energy he didn’t know he had towards the fallen child. He realized soon that he had seriously miscalculated the distance between him and the kid and that the kid was a lot closer than he had thought. But- that doesn’t make sense, that would mean that either he had poor eyesight or that the kid…was…humongous.

Wilbur stared in increasing horror into the large face of an unconscious giant child. No,wait. Not unconscious. The kid’s eyebrows were furrowed tightly and he was breathing unevenly, letting out short puffs of cold air. “That explains the weird huffing sound” Wilbur thought grimly. The child’s cheeks were a harsh red, his eyes were squeezed shut as he weakly fought off the cold. And even though this was a giant (who shouldn’t exist, by the way), it was a giant child. And Wilbur had a chronically bleeding heart. So he made his decision. He didn’t know how, but he was gonna help this kid, whatever it took. Besides, he was raised by the Blood God and the Angel of Death. He was no stranger to the impossible.

So Wib steeled his nerves and marched up right in front of the child’s nose. Even if he was on the verge of unconsciousness, Wilbur couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by the poor kid, but he pushed those thoughts away. The kid let out another violent puff of air, blowing Wilbur’s hair away from his face and in sort of a knee jerk reaction, Wilbur placed his hand on the tip of the kid’s nose, though it probably looked more like a slap. Not that Wilbur had time to worry about it since he heard a sharp intake of air and 2 things happened in quick succession.

One, Wilbur watched as the boy’s eyes shot open, pupils constricting into thin slits as they landed on his comparatively small form, and he barely had a second to think ‘blue, just like Phil’ before the second thing happened. He felt something cold and smooth wrap around his ankle before his whole world was flipped upside down. Wilbur tried to see what was hanging him upside down and he only caught a glimpse of red before he heard a small pained groan. He turned to see that he was being held up at about eye level with the giant boy, who was slowly sitting up on shaky pale arms. Both arms. So how…? And then he looked and saw what was holding him up. A giant red scaled reptilian tail. One that was connected to the giant boy. Oh no. When the boy had finally sat up, his icy blue eyes focused on Wilbur and suddenly he felt paralyzed. He couldn’t move. He could hardly breathe. All he could see were those icy blue eyes. A naga. An honest to gods naga was staring Wilbur down with an emotion that he couldn’t focus enough to pick apart. Judgment? Or gods forbid, hunger.

In Wilbur’s trance of fear, he didn’t notice the boy’s quivering mouth, or his winces of pain with every minute movement. He did notice when the boy ground out a question.

“A-are you fucking stupid?”

Wilbur’s brain lagged as he processed the question. What?

“Why the hell are you here? I’m not sure if you noticed, but there is very much a blizzard outside right now. In fact, how did you even get here?” the naga snarked

When Wilbur did not respond, the tail holding him gently shook side to side.

“Hello? Did you die of cold already? Or did my awesomeness shock you into silence?” the naga asked, as if he wasn’t shivering violently every other second.

There was another moment of silence before Wilbur swallowed, channeling Technos monotone deadpan.

“Well maybe if you quit hanging me upside down, i could probably form a coherent sentence and respond to you.” he droned. He didn’t expect the kid to jolt like he’d had a sudden realization and a flash of remorse to slide across his face before he was suddenly flipped right side back up.

“Come to think of it, aren’t snakes supposed to be asleep for the winter or whatever? That would mean that you would need to be as well” Wilbur said as a dry attempt at a joke. Surprisingly, the kids' eyebrows furrowed at the remark.

“I can't hibernate yet, I have to wait for my…master to come back.” he said sheepishly

It was then that Wilbur looked the child in the eyes for the first time.

“How long have you been waiting for your ‘master’ to come back, exactly?” Wilbur asked, studying the child’s expression.

“Only a little while. It doesn’t matter anyways, because my master is coming back.” the naga snapped.

Wilbur raised his hands in surrender and it was quiet for all of 5 seconds before he started up again.

“Why do you need your master to hibernate anyways?” Wilbur asked, leaning lazily against the tail that still held him captive.

The kid's ears twitched as he replied “He might need me, what’ll happen if he’s in danger and needs protecting and I’m off somewhere snoozing the winter away. And besides, for me to hibernate, conditions have to be met.”

“What, like it has to be 30° exactly for the little snake to get some sleep?” Wilbur teased with a huff of laughter.

“There has to be someone in my storage.” the kid deadpanned.

It was then that the kid looked at Wilbur. Who couldn’t move. A glint grew in the child’s eye. A glint Wilbur did not want to touch with a 60 ft pole.

“You know… I don’t have to hibernate all in one go. I can sleep in sections.” The naga stated.

Wilbur felt a bead of sweat make its way down the back of his neck. “That's… interesting,” he mumbled.

“Yeah it is. It also means I don’t necessarily have to wait for my master to get back to get a little bit of sleep” the kid purred.

“Um, yes you do- what are you doing?” Wilbur cried out as the tail that was holding him abruptly dropped him into a giant hand.

“Finally getting some real sleep, I hope. I haven’t slept properly in 3 winters…” the naga said quietly as he pinched Wilbur’s waist between two clawed fingers.

Wilbur felt a brief flash of sympathy wash over him before it was quickly overshadowed by fear as he was raised above the fanged mouth of the young naga.

“Wait! Don’t do this man please!” He cried, desperately trying to wiggle out of the nagas hold, to no avail.

The naga paused and brought Wilbur back to eye level. Wilbur let himself hope that maybe he had talked some sense into the naga. That is, until he opened his mouth.

“I promise you won’t die. It won’t even hurt! I swear on the gods.I just have to do this.” the naga croaked before closing his eyes, tilting his head back, opening his mouth and raising Wilbur above it once more.

“No no NO!” Wilbur cried, panicking as he was lowered into naga’s mouth. He barely saw how the naga’s eyebrows furrowed more and more with every desperate cry.

He yelped as he was dropped into the unpleasantly warm cavern. He instantly tried to scramble back to the front of the mouth but the naga had quickly snapped his teeth shut, nearly taking Wilburs hand and effectively sealing his fate in the same breath. Wilbur began to breathe harshly as the world slowly tilted backwards, making him slide to the back of the mouth. He let out one last desperate cry before was gulped down. The whole way down the nagas throat, Wilbur hardly let himself move. This was really happening. His journey came to an end when he finally fell into what looked like the nagas stomach.

Wilbur sat panting in the stomach of the naga, trying his damndest not to cry. What kind of cruel fate was this? To die to a giant sickly snake child? He felt the naga sluggishly poking at him from the outside, but he couldn’t even bring himself to lash out at him.

“Little dude?” the naga asked, the voice reverberating all around him, causing Wilbur to cringe slightly.

“How could you do this to me?” Wilbur muttered, grieving quietly for the life he was supposed to live.

He felt the naga flinch slightly at his words. He heard a gulp above him and Wilbur felt a tendril of dark satisfaction curl around his heart, pleased that the naga was nervous.

“I told you, I can't go another winter alone.” the naga whimpered.

“So you fucking swallow me? Kid, the solution to loneliness isn’t murder!” Wilbur bellowed.

The naga flinched again before two hands pressed against the stomach. “B-but it isn’t murder! You aren’t going to die, I-I promised!”

Wilbur laughed humorlessly. “The gig is up, you’ve already swallowed me so I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to keep up with that ridiculous lie.”

“I’m not lying! You're in my storage stomach idiot!” the naga cried indignantly.

“Yeah! A stomach! I don’t care what words you put in front of it, a stomach is a stomach, which means I'm going to… die.” Wilbur stressed, voice breaking at the last word.

“Nono! Nagas have two stomachs, one for consumption and one for storage. The one for storage doesn’t have any acids that can kill you.” the naga explained hurriedly.

Wilbur took in the information silently.

“So…i’ll be ok?” he asked tentatively

“Yes,” the naga exhaled, sounding relieved. “Like I promised.”

“You did promise, didn’t you?” Wilbur said, letting out a tired laugh

The naga didn’t respond and Wilbur felt his surroundings shift as the naga curled up quietly.

It was silent for a moment and Wilbur felt his eyes drooping. How absurd. He was quite literally lying in the belly of the beast right now. He leaned back against the walls of the stomach and made himself comfortable. Although the kid had reassured him thoroughly that he wasn’t going to die, he’d also made it very clear that he wasn’t letting Wilbur go. At least for a little while. He might as well get cozy in his new prison. Just as he was dozing off, he heard a yawn from above followed by a hum.

“Tommy”

“…What” Wilbur murmured, only half conscious.

“My name is Tommy. Just so you know” The naga- Tommy confessed.

It was silent for a moment before Wilbur huffed, softly amused.

Tommy let the door of his cabin shut quietly behind him. He shifted his weight between his feet as he double checked he had everything he needed in his bag. Meanwhile soft winds carried colorful leaves through the sky like butterflies. Every few seconds one would brush against his skin or stick to his jacket. It was almost winter, and the sharp iciness of the wind was already starting to bite, but instead of going back in Tommy shrugged his coat closer.

It wasn’t often he got to actually explore. His dad was fairly strict about letting him go out into the woods, and rarely ever was he allowed to go out on his own. Unless he stayed within his parent’s sight Tommy was bound to be stuck in the cabin. It got rather boring at times, but he still was able to go out into the town whenever he wanted. And during the week he still got to go to the small school at the center of the village (even though he hated having to sit still for so long).

His plan to sneak out had started with the seeds of his schoolmates words. Tubbo, a short and rather odd kid, had mentioned that there were flowers made of diamonds out in the woods. No one believed him and Tommy himself had argued, but the boy had stood his ground. He argued vehemently that the flowers weren’t only real, but that they were being grown by the fae. They’d all known eachother since birth so most of the other students laughed him off. Tommy didn’t think too much of it until the end of the day. Before he could leave with the rest of the students Tubbo had pulled him aside and slipped one gleaming petal into his hand.

The surface of it felt like silk, even softer than the fabrics his dad had brought home from one of his longest trips, and it shone from all angles like an opal. He thought if he could manage to bring one home for his mom he’d be in her good grace for at least a few months.

So, that very night he snuck out under the cover of the stars to find the flowers.

Tommy inhaled nervously as he inched closer and closer to the tree line. Every cricket chirp and owl hoot he heard he swore was his dad coming out to reprimand him. When he finally reached the forest’s border he paused.

The fae were simply children’s stories- tall tails to keep small kids in line or make them eat their food. However, if the flowers were real that meant there was a chance more of Tubbo’s story could have been true. Even as brave as he was, Tommy felt himself shudder at the horror stories of the fae his parents had told him.

A few times Tommy got close before pulling back before he actually entered the woods. His bravery from that morning dwindled until his nervousness gnawed at his mind like a rabid dog. But the reminder of what was to be gained kept him still. His mom would love it and he’d prove everyone at school wrong.

“Fuck it”, Tommy finally whispered under his breath before stepping into the woods.

The moment he entered he swore the air temperature dropped as if it was warning him to stay away. He shook a bit at the wind eating at his skin, but still pushed forward. Step by step he marched on until he could barely see the smoke from his house. He wasn’t entirely sure where to look since he’d rarely ever been in the forest but he hoped that if the flowers were as shiny as Tubbo said they’d be easy to find.

It felt like he had been walking for ages when he caught the first sight of something glimmering through the leaves. His breath caught in his throat, and slowly he inched his way forward until he saw them.

In the center of a bright clearing with perfectly round stones surrounding them we’re the most beautiful flowers Tommy had ever seen. His mother was a gardener, so flowers were common in their household, but still these far outshined anything she grew. The petals of each daisy-like flower were unblemished as if no bug dared to take a bite of them. Their stems were almost see through like they were made of glass and inside tommy could just barely make out the water pumping through their stringy veins.

Before he could stop himself he reached forward to touch one, and the delicate petals were even softer than he could have hoped.

“Woah,” Tommy exhaled as he kneeled down next to them, just outside the ring of stones encircling the flowers.

“Mom would love these,” he thought. He reached in to try to grab one, but his hand stopped halfway. His fingers shook and curled in on themselves like as if an invisible force was forcing him away. He winced and flinched back as the pressure on his fingers started to hurt.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, “Fine I won’t take it.”

So instead he sat and reached in again. This time, without the intention to pluck one, his fingertips were able to graze a petals. The flower was even softer than the one Tubbo had shown him, like the one he had received was merely a corpse, a ghost of what it once had been.

“You like them?”

Immediately, Tommy fell backwards away from the flowers and scrambled away. He hasn’t heard anyone approach, but surely enough when he looked up a strange man was standing in the middle of the flowers. Curly brown hair fell over his eyes masking them from Tommy’s sight and every part of his body was just slightly longer than it should have been. Meanwhile the flowers below him danced around his legs even though the wind had fallen dead.

“Who are you?” Tommy shuddered.

“Well I’m the one who should be asking you that,” the man tilted his head as he studied his own fingers, “this is my garden after all.”

Tommy eyed him nervously from his spot in the dirt, not daring to move. The air grew colder every second the man was there and even though it was dark Tommy found himself wincing at the sight of him .

“I can’t tell you that,” Tommy shuddered.

“And why’s that?” the man scoffed, “You’re the one intruding. The least you can do is let me know who I’m talking to.”

“You’re a fae,” Tommy said slowly, “I can’t.”

A small smile graced the man’s lips as he kneeled down to be face to face with Tommy. At the new level tommy could see the amber of his eyes filled with amusement.

“Smart one,” he smiled, “Here take a flower, it’s what you came here for right?”

Tommy flinched as one of the flowers miraculously popped into his hands without the fae even moving an inch. He had half the mind to run, if what his dad had said about the fae was true he was in danger just by being close to the creature. However, the only rules he could remember were to not step into his circle and to not give his name… and neither would be that hard to follow. As terrified as he was Tommy’s curiosity won out. Even though he was eerie, the fae didn’t seem outwardly vicious- Tommy supposed he could stay a bit longer. Slowly, he breathed in and let his thoughts calm down before meeting the fae’s eyes.

“I wanted to see them,” Tommy nodded, “Thank you.”

“Hmm,” the fae tilted his head like he was studying him, “You’re braver than the last one. He bolted before he could even getone.”

‘Tubbo,’ his mind supplied with a shudder.

“Not his fault you’re creepy as fuck,” Tommy scoffed before he could stop himself. As soon as the words left his mouth he froze. He was with a creature that could definitely kill him, so his normal humor wouldn’t suffice.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t-” Tommy frantically tried to apologize.

“No it’s fine,” the fae laughed, “It’s refreshing. Here I can tone it down if you want.”

Quickly Tommy waved his hands to tell him it was okay, but the fae’s body was already twisting and morphing. The sound of his bones scraping against eachother made Tommy’s skin crawl and his eyes squeeze shut, but thankfully it only lasted a few seconds. When Tommy finally looked up again he was met by the same fae but only a few inches tall, hovering in front of him with dark blue wings buzzing like a hummingbird.

“I find this form is usually more appealing to humans,” the fae said, and even though he was much smaller his voice sounded exactly the same in Tommy’s ears.

“Uh yeah,” Tommy nodded, “Much better.”

“Good,” the fae smiled, “I expect to see you again soon. You can have another flower if you want.”

Tommy’s eyes widened as his mouth moved far faster than his brain, “Wait no- I didn’t- I wasn’t going to-”

The fae stopped him with a raised hand, and although he didn’t touch him Tommy swore he fet something tug down on his lips.

“I’ll be waiting,” the fae smiled kindly, “Don’t be a stranger.”

Before Tommy could argue the creature vanished into a poof of tiny blue petals. The only evidence that the encounter had happened was the flower clutched tightly in Tommy’s hands. He tried to get up, but it was like his body wasn’t connected to his mind. His breath came in shallow and shivering gasps as his brain tried to process the danger he’d put himself in. Now that the creature was gone his anxiety hit him full force.

“Fuck,” Tommy gasped as he squeezed the fragile flower, “fuck fuck fuck!”

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