☁️Red Fields☁️

☁️V. Declaration☁️

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a/n; I added some symbolism lemme know if you can find it :) (hint; it's how people relate and look up to eachother)

❝Unless someone like you cares a whole lot, nothing's going to change.❞

"I love you."
That's all I wanted to hear.
But, surprisingly, we rarely said it to eachother.
When was the last time Dream looked me in the eyes and said, "I love you"? Our wedding. When he promised to stay by me forever. I don't blame him but-- after all this, that's all I want to hear.
The first ever time he had told me was when he first declared his love. I'll never forget that. It was amazing, pure bliss, the birds sang that day.
And while yes, after the wedding the birds kept singing, it started to feel like the birds were getting quieter and the clouds were getting greyer.
Dream leaves more and more. We still cuddle at night but that doesn't change the fact his sweater switches every morning. Doesn't change the fact he leaves at random times to random places everyday, just telling me he needs to do work.
Why can't I be work?
Why can't I be what he needs and wants?
He's my husband, but he's starting to feel like a total stranger.
What happened to that declaration of love?

"I love you." Taking every bit of confidence and hope in my body, I tell him the three words. Hoping for four words back. Chewing on his food, he looks at me.
I look at him, my heart dropping.
I thought he..
"I love you too." He looks back down at his food, his words just above a mumble. I bite my lip, taking that answer as my brain automatically blocks out every thought going against him.
Before I know it, he's gone again.
This time, he seems more jumpy. More on edge.
I don't question him, and go about my day as normal.

It's been a few days since he found out about Wilbur's place. Dream never brought it up surprisingly, I think my panic attack really made him realize I wasn't associated with it. So he never talked about it.
As much as I disassociate myself with it, I still go to check in. I never support them in the making of, but that doesn't mean their safety doesn't matter. But even at that, I haven't gone there just out of fear that would be betraying Dream.
But, he wasn't home and I want to make sure they're not doing anything stupid.
Next thing I know, I'm on the wooden path, noticing it connecting towards the fields now. That's nice at least. I walk down the path, starting to approach the great big towering walls. I notice theres rocks covering it, it looks absolutely grieved. The beautiful walls are now grey and torn down, the grass seems to be dying and I notice some smoke and light coming from certain places. The clouds overshadow the place as I get a bad feeling in my bones. This can't be good.
As my shoes hit the grass at the entrance, I notice that there's absolutely no one in sight. The breeze causes the only movement, that of which are the trees and the smoke of the fire. Other than that, it's almost like a ghost town. I walk around, looking up at the massive walls, feeling so weak and small next to them before looking towards the caravan.
I step in, looking around and my eye immediately catches the fact that this is filled. Tommy and Tubbo are in the corner, Nikki is leaning over the counter and Wilbur is rubbing the bridge of his nose, sighing and holding a paper. I nervously look around. They all look defeated. Tommy looks frustrated. Tubbo looks worried. Nikki looks stressed. Wilbur has a mixture of all of their expressions on his own face. I can't just leave-- that would be irresponsible and awkward.
So I just stand there, looking over the gloom filled caravan.
"What..." I take a deep breath, looking over to Wilbur as his head perks up at my words, "What happened..?" Wilbur inhales sharply, his grip on the paper seeming to only get tighter. He looks at me, a moment of silence filling the room before he hands over the paper.
My eyes lose focus for a second, thinking of what this could possibly be before starting to read.
I read in my head, noticing the familiar handwriting yet my brain suppresses the thought.
"Tommy. Wilbur. And the rest of.. your nation."
I start to get a little worried as I keep reading the threat, it getting more aggresive with every word. It details everything they've done, how much they've damaged the land and won't hold back. I almost flinch at the words, "We have no mercy. No mercy for you."
Whoever wrote this is clearly angered and not holding back.
Who am I kidding with "whoever" I know it's Dream. Dream wrote this.
When I'm done reading, I can't help but just zone out in shock. My grip loosens on the paper as the world around me crumbles. What is happening?
I take it all in, but I can't process this. I look over towards Wilbur. His head is in his hand and his hair seems messier than ever.
He raises his head so his eyes are just above his hands as he looks at me. "This." He says to me, getting up from the stool and walking over to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "This is war."

I look towards everyone else. Nikki is stressed, mumbling something about getting burned by the fires. Tubbo is worried, mumbling to Tommy about his home, them being close. Tommy just doesn't comment, staring at the ground. I can only imagine the revenge he's planning. Then my eyes lay on Wilbur. A world of pain and stress behind his eyes. I only saw this when mom left. Seeing him unravel again would be terrifying; but he doesn't look like he's willing to give up.
"This isn't over." He says to me.

"What are you going to do against it?" I ask, thinking about what this all could lead to, what this all means. What this all can cause.

He looks around the caravan, then directly at me, "We're gonna fight." He says, his posture becoming straighter. He removes his hand from my shoulder, scooting past me and walking out, Tommy and Tubbo following behind, as Nikki just looks at me. She's in complete silence before going out, soon I follow after looking over the small space, the sun looming through the windows.
Wilbur climbs onto the caravan, standing and looking over the sun, probably feeling more responsibility than the sun could carry. Tommy sits over the edge of the caravan, looking up at Wilbur with a head tilt. Nikki stans behind Wilbur, his shadow casting over her as the sun shines over them, a gentle sort of breeze passing by. Tubbo sits on the edge by Tommy, looking over towards Tommy almost like a search of sense of direction. I stand away from them, looking over the burning fields.
I don't think it all hit me what this meant.
Dream just declared war against them.
Actual war.
What does that mean for Dream? What does that mean for Wilbur?
What's going to happen now?
All I wish is that they all keep safe, though all is fair in war.
War never changes. Proven time and time again.
War causes the violence in others to finally surface.
It perishes families. Separates friends. Destroys homes.
And now, I'm close to two people on opposite sides of the war.
What am I supposed to do?
Wilbur is technically my "father". Dream is my husband. I don't want to pick sides but I know they're going to make me, and I don't know if I can handle that.
Its war.
Whoever I pick is going to affect everything majorly.
Which is terrifying.
Though this nation was started on a drug cartel and two angsty men wanting anarchy, I believe there was heart behind it. More than just wanting to make a drug cartel. Hope lies within the walls of this nation.
What does Dream want? Control?
But..
I love him.
He means best.
He really does.
Nothing is as black and white as I want it to be. Everything seems so grey.
No one is the "bad guy" here.
Nobody is the "hero" in this situation.
Nobody's right, nobody's wrong.
As much as I don't want to, I'm going to have to pick a side and the other side will absolutely exile me.
Though, looking over this horizon, I feel their hopes and dreams for this nation. It's more than what wants to be put so simply.
I'm lost in my conflicting thoughts before Wilbur speaks, "You can all stay in my home if you would like. I know Tubbo and Nikki's house burned down."
Tommy glances down then at Wilbur like he's nervous about something.
"And Tommy, I know you're living in the basement."
Tommy exhaled greatly in relief, "oh thank god, I thought I was gonna have to be all quiet 'n shit."
Wilbur laughs, "Shush, rat child."
Tommy laughs as well before rolling his eyes and looking over towards the sky.
Wilbur takes a pause before speaking again, "Fundy?"
I bite my lip.
Is this picking a side?
As much as I want to return home to my amazing husband, I need a small break from the constant self-deprecating thoughts he causes in me. Those aren't his fault, but I need a moment to breathe. But also, going with his opposing side? But also also, what if they end up causing havoc?
I sort of feel some responsibility for it.
"I.. don't know.." I admit to him. Wilbur nods, "We'll be home whenever you change your mind." He smiles.
I nod at him back, "I best get going." I say, hopping off the caravan, waving at them before leaving the burning fields.
I won't pick sides.

I won't pick sides.