WILBURSOOT'S POV

The uniform itched. A lot. Wilbur squirmed a little, then finally sat up, hitting his head on a shelf of rock.

"Ow!" Wilbur laid back down, holding a hand to his forehead. A small shuffling could be heard to his left, and Tommy's face emerged from the darkness.

"What're you doing? It's still pretty early."

"This goddamned uniform. It's extremely itchy. We need to get something new; we're not revolutionaries anymore." Wilbur responded, carefully sliding out of bed.

"That's not a bad idea." Tommy sighed, picking at the collar of his uniform. "I'll find something."

The pair stood in silence for a little longer, when Tommy spoke up again.

"Remember what I said about getting Techno on our side?"

Wilbur nodded slowly. Tommy's mouth slowly stretched into a grin.

"Techno is gonna be here in maybe a few minutes, and we can discuss our... terms of service or something. In the meantime, I've got this coat for you, you might like it."

Wilbur raised his eyebrows, taking the coat. "What about you?"

Tommy shrugged. "I'll just go back to my normal clothes. I'm gonna go and change, and I'll wait for you outside."

Wilbur gave Tommy a small, tired smile. Once Tommy had left the room, Wilbur shrugged off his revolutionary uniform and changed into the simple brown overcoat. For a moment, he stared at the rock wall of the cave, then gathered up his energy to walk outside. As expected, he was met with Techno, in his usual crimson red cape and crown.

"Hey Techno." Wilbur smiled. Techno greeted Wilbur in turn.

"So, I've heard there is a chance to overthrow a democratically elected government."

"There is." Wilbur ran a hand through his hair. "If I let you on my side,"

Tommy coughed, "our side."

Wilbur glared at Tommy for a moment, then continued. "If I let you on our side, will you help us overthrow Schlatt's administration?" The words felt strange in his mouth.

Techno cracked into a sly grin. "Of course."

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Wilbur sat, head resting in his hands as he thought. Or rather, tried to prevent the deluge of doubts from taking over his mind.

Is this the right thing to do?

What am I doing? Overthrowing a democratically elected leader?

This is the right thing. This can't be the wrong thing.

Right?

"Wilbur."

Tommy's voice interrupted him from his thoughts. Wilbur looked up, and was greeted by Tommy's grave expression.

"Hey Tommy." Wilbur responded.

"Hey there. You alright?" Tommy asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Yeah."

Tommy stared doubtfully, but didn't say anything about it. "Tubbo is here." He said instead.

"Right. Let's go." Wilbur stood up, stumbling slightly and almost hitting his head on the rocks. Tommy cocked an eyebrow, but began leading Wilbur out to the main ravine. Wilbur tripped over himself, still exhausted, and Tommy helped Wilbur up. The pair emerged into the light of day, and Wilbur shielded his eyes with his arm.

"It's so bright." Wilbur said, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Yeah." Tommy responded simply. Tubbo walked into Wilbur's line of vision.

"Hello Tubbo."

"Hello Wilbur."

"I- come in." Wilbur rubbed his forehead, trying to get rid of the throbbing headache that was slowly building. Tommy looked at Wilbur, concerned.

Tubbo followed Wilbur into the ravine, looking at the staircase and the progress they had made on their home in the short amount of time he was away.

"Would you like a tour of Pogtopia?" Tommy offered. Tubbo nodded, and Tommy showed Tubbo around.

"This is the potato farm. I think you can guess who made it." Tommy began.

Tubbo stifled a laugh, and responded, "Techno?"

"Yep." Tommy and Tubbo both laughed, and for a moment, a small smile crinkled the corner of Wilbur's mouth, but it went away quickly.

"These are the community chests." Tommy gestured, and Tubbo flipped through it quickly. "You can take anything from these chests."

"Wow, it's a lot better than the dirt shack and empty ravine you showed me on the first day." Tubbo joked, and Tommy smiled, the happiness breaking through the storm cloud momentarily, before the sun was shielded once more.

"Yeah, we've done a lot." Tommy replied, until the pair fell into awkward silence. Wilbur's mind drifted away from the present, mulling over happenings and theories and questions and doubts that swirled around like a tornado in his mind.

Wilbur swallowed, shaking his head in an effort to clear it. But it didn't help. He whimpered slightly, and Tubbo and Tommy both looked at him.

"Wilbur, are you okay?" Tommy's voice seemed muted, drowned out in the swelling mess that was spinning around his mind.

Wilbur gulped, and clutched the wall. Tommy rushed over, and Wilbur gasped for breath, the world beginning to sway and spin around him.

"Wilbur! Wilbur, look at me." Tommy's voice was fading, quieter, the world blurring around the edges. Wilbur opened his mouth to respond, but his head hit a shelf of rock, and the world went black.

TOMMYINNIT'S POV

Tommy watched in frozen horror as Wilbur toppled backwards, and fell to the ground with a sickening thump. When he finally became unfrozen, he glanced towards Tubbo, whose eyes were wide, then leaned forwards and pressed his fingers to Wilbur's wrist.

"His pulse is still there; he's alive." Tommy exhaled.

Tubbo merely stared. "What happened?" He finally breathed out.

"I- I don't know." Tommy rubbed his temples. "Tubbo, I- I don't think Wilbur's doing well. I can hear him, mumbling at night to himself, pacing back and forth when he thinks I'm asleep."

Tubbo didn't respond, watching the silent, shallow breathing of Wilbur as his chest rose and fell.

Tommy cleared his throat. "We should lay him down somewhere comfortable, and then you can update me on what's going on in M- Manberg."

Tubbo nodded and leaned over, helping Tommy carry Wilbur's stiff body back into Pogtopia. Once the pair had gotten Wilbur situated comfortably, Tommy straightened and looked at Tubbo, who still looked a little shaken up.

"So, any news?"

Tubbo's mouth twisted in a grimace. "Actually, yes."

Tommy cocked an eyebrow, inviting Tubbo to continue.

"Schlatt's holding a festival."