barbarism (dreamnoblade)

chapter thirteen

He hears crying, a quiet sobbing sound that is muffled by the walls seperating them. The pinkette stands outside his brother's door, worried but confused about what he should do.

He should tell his father that Tommy was crying behind closed doors, but Tommy might feel betrayed if he sells him out like that. He knew that his brother liked to act tough, despite being sensitive to the cut of words. So the pinkette decides to just knock on the door a couple of times before opening it a sliver and slipping inside the bedroom.

He sees Tommy with his face buried in his pillow, body shaking.

"Tommy? What's wrong?" Technoblade takes a seat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight and alerts Tommy of his presence.

He turns around and stares at Technoblade with shock, frozen and unable to respond. Technoblade doesn't rush him, he just leans back and awkwardly pats him on the back, trying to comfort him.

Tommy sniffles and sits up, hugging the pillow between his legs and resting his chin on the fabric. His blonde hair tumbles in front of his puffy eyes, like a curtain of gold. "I-I don't know what to do-" he chokes on a sob and buries his face in the pillow again.

Technoblade shuffles closer and pulls him into a hug, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"What happened?"

"The people at school... are such fucking jerks!" Tommy sobs and curses while Technoblade sits there torn and confused. He doesn't know how to help him, Philza didn't allow Technoblade to attend school, instead deciding to homeschool him. He wasn't sure if it was because of his hybridness or if his father was worried he'd hurt someone.

'You hurt Wilbur, don't act like it's not justified."

"I'm not!"

"T-techno?"

"..." He turns red with embarrassment and looks away, he didn't want to worry Tommy, the words just slipped out. Sometimes the voice would aggravate him to get a reaction, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

"It's fine, Tommy. You should probably go to father about this."

Tommy violently shakes his head, choking back another sob, "it won't help, asking for help will never h-help."

Technoblade's heart fills with guilt, he wants to help, but he doesn't know how.

"Is there a way I could help then?"

Tommy pauses in his sobs to glance up at Technoblade, eyes filled to the brim with tears, "you would be willing to help me?"

"Of course, you are my brother after all."

|||Wilbur POV|||

He has a good idea about what happened, so when he steps over the door frame and into the house he isn't surprised about seeing blood. Wilbur's grin widens as he roams throughout the house, it's dark and empty. Curtains pulled shut so hurriedly that a few of them dangle, broken. Wilbur peers down at the ground, blood and scratch marks dirty the floor, already dry and turning to a dark crimson-black.

He strains his ears to try and hear something, for a moment only silence returns, but soon enough he can hear the sobbing. Wilbur follows the noise, stepping over puddles of blood until he finally reaches the source. It takes a few moments to probably register the room itself.

In the center of the room he can see the black haired girl, unmoving. A suspiciously massive pool of blood surrounds the body, having sunk into her clothes. Wilbur walks over to her to inspect the damage, claw marks scatter all over her flesh, some sunk deep into her face, her neck and down to her arms. He can see the dim gray of bone and muscle from the wounds, still leaking with thin trickles of blood. He had expected her to get killed, so this outcome didn't bother him.