y/n pov

A strange, cold feeling filled me when I entered the small, stone hallway.

The small hallway led into the room, filled with jarring scribbles of the nation's anthem. The explosives were stacked into corners just as they were before. But now, they seemed more dangerous.

The room was barely lit with a torch dead ahead. Its flames crackled against the looming darkness, illuminating the main part of the room. An oak button had replaced the old one, awaiting its destruction.

And then there was Wilbur.

His tall frame looked cramped in this space, hunched over the button. Anger and pain were etched into every rigid line of his body. One hand was pressed into the wall next to the button while the other pulled at his dark hair.

Fear snaked through me. The realization that I was alone with a man dangerously close to instability. And if something were to happen, I was deep below the ground where no one could hear me.

As I neared the man on silent feet, I heard him talking to himself, "...There was a special place. It did exist," He reassured himself, "It did."

"Wilbur?"

His head snapped to face me. Deep bags were imprinted under his eyes, which were hollow with pain.

He was completely unraveling, right in front of me.

When he moved his hand off the wall, bright red half-moons were dug into his palms. They looked almost identical to the ones that had marred my arms many weeks ago. A small dribble of blood slipped from one, falling onto the ground in a drop.

I kept my distance as he moved to look at me. I had learned my lesson last time I had tried to comfort the man.

My lesson now pricked my side, agitated at my movements from today.

"Y/n?" His voice was high with emotion.

"Wilbur, I need you to get away from there. We can-"

He cut me off, "Stop. Even with Tubbo in charge, I don't think it can exist again."

I opened my mouth to stop him but he just glanced away, continuing to talk. He waved his hand dangerously close to the button, "If I'm gonna press it ever, it's now!"

I flinched as his yells echoed off the walls. My magic was almost deafening in my ears, trying to get me away from the man. It knew he was walking a thin line, leaning towards the deep end.

"Please-"

"The thing that I built this nation for doesn't exist anymore!" His trenchcoat swished as he waved his hands around. I could see the cracks in him begin to spread wider into his eyes. The same maddening look that was there the day he attacked me was back.

I took a small step backward, bumping into the stone wall. My boots hit a single stick of dynamite. It rolled out in front of the two of us.

Wilbur's dark eyes tracked it as he continued to yell, "The thing I worked towards doesn't exist anymore!"

He began to claw his nails down his face, leaving stark red lines in his wake. It was off-putting, seeing the man completely crack to himself.

Insanity pooled in his eyes when they snapped to mine. I gripped my sword as he made a small step towards me.

Before he could move again, a large explosion was heard from outside. Both of us tensed for a bigger explosion that didn't come. Faint sounds of weapons colliding reached my ears.

As well as the sound of footsteps.

Wilbur didn't seem to hear them, turning back to face the button. "It's gone! Y/n, it's all gone!" A nervous laugh bubbled out of his throat, sounding strangled. I grimaced at it, trying to strain my ears for the footsteps.

I quickly pressed myself into the wall, practically hugging the pile of explosions. Using the low light to my advantage, melting into the shadows.

A blonde-haired man stood in the doorframe, tense as he stared at Wilbur. He wore a green-and-white striped hat, as well as a dark coat like Wilbur's, but it flowed more freely. Dark brown sandals were wrapped around his feet.

But that's not what drew my eyes.

Wings, white as snow, spread from his back, scrunched together in the tight space. Despite being tucked, I could tell that they were longer than my own arm span, as well as Tommy's wings.

His wings looked exactly like Tommy's.

That was what gave away his identity.

As well as the deep red heart that was tattooed on the side of his neck. It looked pixely, the edges being squared.

Philza's voice crackled through the small space as Wilbur leaned over the button once more, "What are you doing?"

The man hadn't noticed my presence, keeping his eyes glued on his son. The latter didn't turn, only a smile appearing on his dark face. He chuckled weakly, "And now I'm hearing my own father's voice. Lovely."

Philza's face scrunched up in confusion. His voice came out slightly softer, "What are you doing?"

He stepped forwards, the soft flap of his shoe smacking the floor. This made Wilbur turn, his eyes snapping to his father. "Phil?" He sounded like a small boy after he had been frightened by a nightmare.

But now, the nightmare was real life.

More explosions from a crossbow echoed from outside, shaking the torch slightly. The shadows in the corners became larger then smaller as it moved.

Moving me back into the light.

Both of the men's eyes snapped to me, one less surprised than the other. Despite not knowing me, Phil's blue eyes weren't cold when he looked at me. He made no move to remove me from this place.

I kept my grip on my sword, pulling myself fully from the corner. I dragged my eyes off of the man to Wilbur, "Wil, please don't do this."

I could feel Phil look to his son once more, understanding that we stood on the same side. Both of us knew that him blowing the nation up would not be a good thing.

Wilbur's face grew slightly sheepish but the cold hint of madness was etched into his voice. He glanced between the two of us, "Okay, I will admit, do you know what this button is?"

I saw Phil nod, somehow knowing what it was.

Wilbur turned, gesturing to the scribbling that marred the walls. Phil's eyes darted to each line, "Have you heard of the song, Phil?"

Concern began to creep onto the man's face as he looked back at his son. He saw the same thing I did, a broken boy.

A boy who had been betrayed and shattered by the very thing he had built to keep his friends and son safe.

"I was just saying to y/n, there was a special place," He chuckled as if he was laughing at an inside joke. It sent chills down my spine, "But it isn't there anymore."

His father stepped closer to him, making Wil take a step back. His body stopped inches away from the button. I stayed still, trying not to draw attention to myself.

Phil's voice was gentle, trying to lure his son away from the button, "It is still there. You've just won it back, Wil." He was almost pleading.

Wilbur's voice came out strangled and loud, "Phil, I'm always so close to pressing this button!"

"Wil-"

"I've been here so many times!" He threw his hands towards where explosions could be heard, "They're fighting out there! All over the government I created!"

Phil's face lost its softness, a stare replacing it. He looked at his son like a scolding father, "And you want to blow it all up?"

They seemed to forget I was there, no longer looking at me.

Wilbur scrunched the ends of his hair in his hands, blood sinking into it. Blood still laced between his fingers from his own doing. A small smile spread on his face, "I think I do."

My whole body tensed at his words. Nausea washed over me in great waves as my magic pulsed through me. I didn't need my magic to know that this was bad.

"There was a saying, Phil, by a traitor," My eyes widened, a shake running through my body. Phil seemed to sense it too, his body tensing.

Before he could finish his thoughts, I turned and sprinted out of the door. I pushed myself to run faster than my legs had ever carried me before.

I needed to be faster.

Winds pushed at my heels, as I ran up the hill, the nation coming into view. Chaos was exploding below, at the edge of the nation. But I wasn't sure if they were far enough away.

Wilbur's words looped through my head as I stood atop the hill, my eyes glued to the fighting figures.

I knew the words that had followed me out of the room.

It was never meant to be.

I sent a wave of magic out, screaming warnings to get away. It washed around the fighting group, creating a strong wall between them and the soon to be explosions.

But I knew, as soon as I felt the electric spark run through the ground, that I was not far enough away.

I screamed out in warning, tears slipping down my face.

Then I was thrown high into the air.

-

Dream pov

He gritted his teeth as he pushed off of Tommy's sword. Adrenaline raced through Dream's veins, pushing him faster than he had ever moved before. Thoughts of y/n had disappeared as the bloodlust and thirst for chaos took hold.

It would be better for everyone if this puny nation was blown off the map.

He followed Techno's lead, following him blindly away from the podium while fighting Tommy and Tubbo. The group now fought near the edge of the nation, chaos erupting.

Despite there being two, Dream was beating Tommy and Tubbo, backing them up towards a corner. He snickered, his only thoughts being made up of destruction.

Tommy dove low to get a hit on his legs, as he expected. He danced out of the way with ease.

What he didn't expect, was the large wave of urgency that washed over him. People paused, turning to face the podium, dropping their weapons.

It sunk into his bones with a familiar voice telling him to get away. It wanted him to run as fast as he could towards the horizon and not look back. To abandon this fight.

But it was drowned out as chaos wrapped itself around his very soul, the God of Chaos taking hold.

The ground quaked for a moment, breaking apart as it ripped itself apart below. Cracks streaked, breaking the grass and stone alike.

And then, the world was snapped in half.

Screams intertwined with the sounds of the explosions going off, TnT bursting into the sky. The land was ripped apart with the force and amount of explosives that had been buried below.

A scream ripped from Dream, "Yes!" He had waited for this moment since the very beginning of the war. The very destruction was what he sought and now it was appearing before him like a treasure. This is what y/n and he had fought for.

Wait...y/n?

Her name and magic ripped him out of his thoughts. She was down there.

Any chaos or bloodlust that had tainted his mind before, disappeared in a second.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped upwards as someone was shooting down from the sky. The explosions were still going off but becoming significantly quieter. The person's face sent arrows through his heart as she fell.

Y/n fell back towards the ground, her wind desperately trying to soften her landing. Smoke that was rising from the explosions quickly enveloped her, snatching her from his view.

Everything in him screamed to run to her, but the explosives had destroyed his path. The ground was twisted and marred into almost nothing, a deep crater digging down to ores.

He swore, running blindly into the smoke.

-

y/n pov

A high pitched ringing was intertwined with screams and explosions as I felt myself fall back to the earth. My magic was working without my will, bringing me to the ground after I had been thrown into the air like a feather.

My limbs felt useless and awkward. The world was slightly blurry, hazy with smoke and dust. The dust snaked its way into my throat, making water seem like a lifeline.

I could make out Tommy's scream above all the others, heart-wrenching as his nation was destroyed. At least that meant he had survived.

As I laid there with my eyes closed, trying to breathe without inhaling too much dust, I let my magic spread across the now still land. The explosions had stopped, no longer violently shaking the skies.

My magic stretched out, searching for survivors. A small smile came to my lips as I sensed every beating heart. Although, I could feel the sorrow and pain in many of them.

Especially one in specific.

It was slightly above me, where I had been moments before I ran out of the room. The heart was becoming slower, sadder. Pain ripped out from Wilbur's heart like a beacon.

I was laying slightly below the button room, rock and dirt practically on top of me. I had taken a large hit from the explosions, now evident in my broken body. At least two of my bones were broken, as well as some ribs. Luckily, my armor and magic had saved most of my bones.

Maybe the pain would just go away. Maybe the good gods deemed this my price and would take me somewhere warm and painless.

Tears streaked down my face, clearing away some of the dust and blood. My heart was aching, fighting to stay beating in my chest. It fought for my wolf, for my friends, for my family.

I opened my eyes. The smoke was thinning above me, allowing me to see some of the destruction that scarred the land.

There was now a gaping hole where the wall the button had been. It had been completely ripped off, leaving a view to see two figures kneeled together. One had his wings wrapped around the other, protectively.

Phil's wings were gray with dust and particles from the explosion. But he didn't seem to care about it at the moment.

His face was twisted in pain, his blue eyes glued to his son. Wilbur was hunched over in his father's arms, gripping him. Even from here, I could see the waterfall of tears that fell from his eyes.

Shock rocketed through me as Phil moved his hand, revealing the pale blue glint of a diamond sword. Crimson dripped from it onto his hands, staining his pale skin.

The sword was plunged into Wilbur's chest, the slight lump of it appearing under his jacket on his back.

A wave of nausea and tears ripped through me at the sight. It only increased as I felt Wilbur's heart cave in on itself, completely giving out.

Sadness streaked through the air as Wilbur's heart beat one last time. It poured freely from Phil's heart, as well as my own.

I had never like Wilbur that much, but he didn't deserve to die. But now, he lay still in his father's arms.

Something like anger shot through me, faster and stronger than I had ever felt it before. I was never one to feel fury, but now, it consumed me. It became a dark animal, snatching up control.

Techno was right. Government caused all of this.

All it did was cause pain, pain, and more pain.

It had caused the darkness to gain hold, to put Schlatt into power.

It had almost killed Tubbo and broken Tommy.

And now, it killed Wilbur.

It was time to put an end to it.

-

After what felt like years of struggling, I finally pushed myself into a sitting position. I definitely had some broken bones as well as several gashes scarring my arms. Blood dripped from them freely, streaking down my arms.

But I paid them no mind, grasping at my magic. Determination fueled my powers, shoving the magic into my arms and bones. It wouldn't completely heal them, but it would be enough for now.

I gritted my teeth, standing. I stumbled for a moment but steadied myself against the caved-in wall that was once L'manberg. Magic pulsed around and in me, forming makeshift bandages around my bones.

My armor was covered in dust, diluting the dark color to a paler one. It was scratched and dented but my magic got to work on it as well.

Anger was crackling the air around me. My magic drunk it up, pushing it further than it had ever gone. Wells upon wells were exploded open, more magic rushing into me.

It was dizzying at first but quickly became addicting. Power rushed through me, wrapping around my soul as well as the sword that hung at my side. I felt as if I were wielding the gods' power itself.

And there was a chance that I was, considering the amount I now held at my fingertips.

Dark, stormy clouds began to swirl in the sky above me, darkening the world. Streaks of lightning flashed in the sky, but no rain fell.

No, this storm wasn't called because I wanted a rain shower.

This storm was a supercell, one created to avenge those who had been hurt.

The dust that had previously settled on my armor and skin lifted off of me, mixing together to make a dark cloud. It molded together into a shape, becoming almost solid. Moving, it settled around my shoulders, creating a cape that hung to my ankles.

Adding a final touch, fire and electricity snapped at my forehead, forming the crown. Embers and charges spit from it, sinking to my dark boots.

If I was going to destroy a government, I might as well do it with good style.

I felt my senses heighten, hearing as people came to. My wall had protected them from the initial explosion, but not from the aftermath.

I also heard footsteps, nearing me with urgency. Smoke was still thickly wrapped around me as well as the darkness of the storm making it impossible to see who was approaching.

Lightning streaked down from the sky, coming in connection with the sword that was now in my hands. The sword lit up, electrical currents as well as fire wrapping around it.

As I gave into my magic, someone appeared from the smoke. It was who I expected though.

A smile appeared on my lips, my magic practically pouring out of me at the sight of the person.

Dream's frantic look quickly changed into a smirk at the sight of me. A dark cape billowed around me, my sword lit up at my side.

He reached out a gloved hand, "Glad to see you're alright."

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TIME TO DESTROY THE GOVERNMENT LADIES AND GENTS

okay I couldn't wait till tmrw to release this part, it was too fun to write. so a chapter may not be released tmrw cause im putting this one out now

btw a supercell is a type of storm lol

have a wonderful day