MCYT oneshots

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•○●Major Character Death●○•

Wilbur smiled at his friends discussion, Tommy moaning that his legs hurt and Techno laughing at the orphans misery. He was laughing when an arrow flew past him, hitting Phil. In what seemed like a split second, another person came out of nowhere, stabbing Phil repeatedly in the gut until the life was drained from the older man. Wilbur immediately grabbed Tommy's arm, pulling out his sword and looking around the area as people suddenly swarmed it.
"Wilbur, get you and Tommy out of here," Techno commanded, pulling out his sword and starting to fend off the small army as Wilbur and Tommy started to flee. They had made it to a safe area - though not without great difficulty, Tommy pulling against Wilbur with all of his strength. Even when they were safe, Wilbur kept hold of Tommy, making sure he didn't run off. "Wilbur! Let me go, I need to help Techno!" Tommy protested, somehow still having the strength to try and pull away from Wilbur. Wilbur's grip only tightened as he tried to keep his breathing under control.
Techno, as much as he hated to think about it, was probably gone by now, and he had just watched Phil - basically his father figure - die right in front of him. And now he had to keep the gremlin that was Tommy from running off and dying himself.
He was pulled away from his own thoughts by Tommy escaping his grip. "Tommy! Come back here!" Wilbur exclaimed, standing up, "You need to stay here and stay safe!" Tommy spun around on his heel, staring Wilbur directly in the eye, "I'm going to help Techno. I should at least try and do something to help," Tommy stated, not breaking eye contact.
Wilbur looked at the ground, clenching his fist as he mumbled, "Techno's probably.. he's probably gone Tommy."
Tommy's breath caught in his throat, this realization obviously upsetting the boy, before he turned back around, muttering, "Well at least I can be helpful," before he set off on a sprint.

He didn't make it far.
He got stabbed by multiple swords as the army of people closed in on their location. They all pulled their swords out simultaneously, as if it were some kind of twisted and sick choreography that they had planned, letting Tommy's lifeless body hit the ground harshly, a loud and dull thud as he hid the ground.
"What about this one?" He heard one of the members of the ambush say.
"He can go, tell people about us," He heard another chuckle as they started to walk away.

Wilbur pulled his knees up to his chest as he stared at Tommy's corpse, face staring directly at Wilbur - ironically not too unlike how he had stared at him just before his final moments. Tears started to fall from his eyes, everything that had just happened finally sinking in - the initial shock of the event that had most likely just given him trauma sinking in. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He continued mumbling under his breath, burying his face in his knees.
He felt small and useless.
Maybe he was.