Tubbo backed off sheepishly. "Yeah, ok. I got it."
Philza scoffed and kept going. Will heard a soft "rude" from Tubbo before the boy went back next to Sam, and Will watched as Phil stormed off. He needed to talk to him about this. Though he might not take the news of Will not being his actual son well, if these past few minutes were anything to go by.
Later, though. Right now he needed to talk to Dream.
They made it to the prison eventually, Sam leading them through into the lobby. As the other two put their stuff in the lockers, Wilbur froze. He looked at Sam.
"I don't want to die."
Sam looked up from where he was pocketing the warden's key. "What?"
"I don't want to die," Will repeated. "I don't- I-" His breath hitched. "You can search me, be as thorough as you need to, but I don't- I can't- I don't want to die, I don't, I don't--"
"Hey, hey, calm down." Sam's hands were out, palms up as he spoke softly and tried to calm Wilbur down. "You'll respawn during the searching process, don't worry."
"But, like, we don't even know if the respawning will work because I'm not in my minecraft body, I'm in a normal, human one, and- and--" Will whined, high in his throat. "I don't have anything on me, I swear, I swear, I swear--"
"Shh, hey. It'll be ok."
"But what if I die? Forever?"
"Weren't you the one suggesting that maybe death is the answer to all this?"
"Yeah, but--"
"It'll be ok, Wilbur. I promise. It won't even hurt."
At that moment, Philza stepped out of his locker. He seemed oblivious, again. Or maybe just choosing the simpler answer, the easier one. Will knew this world had a shortage of them these days. "Ok! Ready. Will, you got your stuff put away?"
Wilbur took in a shaking breath and shrugged. "I don't have anything anyways, so."
Tubbo stepped out as well, and Sam closed the lockers.
"Well then," Sam said, stepping forward to take the lead. "Let's get going, yeah?"
The very first checkpoint was a search. Wilbur knew this, he knew it, but it still freaked him out nonetheless.
Tubbo went first. He put his hand on the bed in the corner, and when he lifted it, blue whisps of energy followed his hand for a second before fading.
"Set my spawn, I'm ready," the boy said, and Will couldn't help but look as Sam pulled a lever, dropping poison on the boy, and--
And Tubbo appeared back on the bed, perfectly fine. He slipped off and moved to stand by the door to the next area.
Philza nudged Wilbur forward. "Well go on, then."
"Nuh uh, old men first."
Phil laughed and stepped forward. The same thing happened, and he appeared in the bed, again, perfectly fine.
Will could do this. He could. It would work. He shook out his arms and walked towards the bed. When he touched it, the same blue whisps followed him, tickling his fingers. This… this would work, yeah. He stepped into the square where the poison would land.
"Ready?" Sam asked.
"As I'll ever be, I guess."
Will felt as a bottle broke over his head, and then winced as the liquid poured down his hair and face. He smelt its sickly sweetness for a second, then its bitter taste as some went into his mouth, and then he was choking, he was choking he was choking he couldn't breathe was was going to die--
