Aftermath [Pogtopia fanfiction]

A Thousand Words

[No implied shipping, just friends]

Festival disasters part 1:

Wilbur sat alone in his neat and organized study. Recently it has been a pure mess but after the incident with Tubbo and Tommy he had come in here that night after the pit fight and found himself organizing it all as he reflected on everything that was going on. Now he sat alone in the dark room on his bed, guitar in hand. He wasn't good with emotions, back when he had La'manburg he was great at giving support to others but now after Schlatt he was the one that needed help. Whenever he needed to figure everything out himself he found himself turning to this guitar, music can be a door into the deepest parts of one's soul.

He sat there, not moving, as he lay in thought. He began mindlessly stroking the strings a few times. He then placed his fingers along the neck of the guitar and began playing chords, any that came to mind. Soon he was play a song in his mind, making it up as he went

When we have fallen our wings had broken

We crashed to the ground

As our dearest friends held still up in the clouds

Alone with no one around

He did his best but his time was soon to come

A friend? An ally? Witch ever not he took him down

The other thought broken stood stronger in defense

Please don't let him fall too

Our dearest friends now lay in wait by each others sides

Together as they must always be, side by side

His melody changed as he began to sing a chorus of such in his mind

The others all are have gone, but I won't leave those two alone

One too silent the other too violent

The weight is my shoulders now

Let me make them proud

La'manburg, La'manburg

Let me make them proud

He became confused as a tear came down his cheek. It wasn't even that good of a song, why was he so sad? Was it that it was right? And that he really was panicking but not letting himself show it, even to himself? Before he could wonder more on what those words really meant, Wilbur heard a knock on his door. He whipped away the confusion and the tear, placing his guitar against the bed.

"Come in" Niki slowly opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her.

"Hey Wilbur" she stood in front of the door, at first not walking deeper into the room. "Are Tommy and Tubbo going to be okay?"

"... They're strong kids, they won't let this stop them from their dreams" Wilbur kept his spot on his bed, not looking up to see Niki's worried eyes.

"Wilbur... are you okay?"

"Niki thank you for caring but I'm fine I'm just" Wilbur sighed and took a long pause. "Worried." Niki walked to him and took a set on the bed by Wilbur's side.

"Wilbur, if you need anyone I am right here." Wilbur smiled at the reassurance from Niki, he didn't want to admit it but that's just what he needed. He sighed

"Thanks Niki" she gave him a big hug and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Wilbur felt... relaxed, for the first time in a while there was no doubt in his mind that he was safe. They sat there for a long while

"I'm gonna go check on the boys." Niki pulls away from the hug and stands up, and walks out the door. Before completely closing the door she sticks her head in

"Wilbur I'm always here when you need it." His smile grows bigger.

"I know, Now go and check on the boys." She closes the door and heads up the hall to the med room. He waits till her footsteps could no longer be heard then grabs his guitar and sets it next against his desk. He sits down on his chair and opens the middle drawer. He scours thought it till he finds his lyrics notebook. Wilbur places his guitar on his right thigh and begins to play, writing down the lyrics he came up with moments before and began trying to write a real song [one that didn't sound like crap T-T]

words: 716

Started: 9:45

finished: 1:11

[I was in class most of the day]