Scenario: Wilbur and Tommy just got their citizenships revoked by Schlatt after the election.

They had nothing.

Well, they had a cave. And a ravine. And each other.

But other than that, nothing.

Tubbo hadn't come with them, but Wilbur wasn't worried. Tubbo was too loyal to Tommy to do anything else. He wouldn't have to worry about Tubbo betraying them. It was actually sort of a relief, not having to worry about traitors, since almost everyone was against them. Niki hadn't come with them either, but he'd get her out eventually. And if Fundy wanted to come, then he could too. Wilbur doubted it, though.

He'd been busy all day gathering resources, constructing their base. Tommy had helped him. They couldn't do anything else besides gather resources in case someone found them. He wasn't a huge fan of waiting in the shadows, but they didn't have any other choice. So while Tommy tried to convince Technoblade to join their side, Wilbur explored the caves, looking for anything that could help them.

He passed by a pool of water, and stopped when he saw how clear his reflection was, like a mirror. He looked over himself, in his revolutionary outfit, now covered in blood, and wondered why he was still wearing it. Their revolution, in the end, had failed. He had failed. And he didn't deserve to wear it.

He took the coat off then, and dropped it into the pool, letting the water soak into it until it floated down to the bottom. He took off the hat, too, throwing it into the water a little more aggressively. He'd ask Tommy to take his off later.

"It's not my L'Manberg anymore," he said to himself quietly. "It was, at one point, but not anymore. And to think that I thought it was meant to be."

He turned and walked away, his footsteps padding on the stone floor.

Wilbur snuck back into L'Manberg a few days later to try and find anything that they could use. And to check on Niki. While he was rummaging through his chests, he found an old coat that he hadn't worn in ages. Putting it on, he found that it still fit. Along with it he discovered a hat, which he also put on. It made him feel less unprotected, and somehow more ready to face the challenges ahead.

"Wilbur?"

Wilbur turned around quickly, the edge of the trench coat swishing around his ankles. His own son stood there, looking at him in shock.

"Look, Fundy, I can explain-"

"You're not supposed to be here!" Fundy said, reaching for his crossbow.

"Fundy, look at what you're doing. You're my son, please-"

"And you're not allowed here. Schlatt said so."

"So you're just going to listen to everything Schlatt says now?"

"He's the president."

"He's a dictator!"

"Would you have been much different?"

"Yes! I wouldn't have exiled anyone!"

Fundy glanced away, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Wilbur. I'm standing by Schlatt."

"And you call me the traitor."

Wilbur's son had no words for that.

Wilbur swept past Fundy and began to walk away. "You better make sure that he doesn't hurt Niki," he said over his shoulder.

"I-I'll try."

Reaching into his pockets, he found a pair of fingerless gloves and slipped them on. They fit nicely, so with his hands by his sides, he stalked out of L'Manberg, promising not to come back for a very long time.