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Part 3

Flashback
The raven haired boy smirked, as he spotted Tommyinnits house. He came up with the plan, the plan to destroy the young boy. Even though they're the same age, the one with dark eyes always thought that he deserved the spotlight more than the annoying loud blonde.

He drove up to his house, parking about a mile away. When he got to the house, he took a deep breathe, he pulled out a Bobby pin and put in the lock, twisting a few times. He finally got the door unlocked.

"TOMMY?!" He yelled, wondering if he was home, two adults came out of a room, with confused faces.

"I'm sorry but who are you? And my son is streaming right now." He mumbled 'of course he is.' He sighed.

"Hello, nice to meet you! But I'm here to ruin your son." Within seconds he pulled out a gun pointing at Tommy's parents, he sickly laughed. And pulled the trigger.

After he did that, he sprinted as fast as he could out the door. But he was close enough to hear the gut wrenching scream that came from the child. He grinned at his success.

When he got home, he walked upstairs to his set up. And joined a vc that his friend Walli wanted to put him in, he looked at who was in it, 'part two of the plan is a go.'

Wilbursoot
Dream
Philza
Purpled
Techno
Ranboo
Punz
Charlie

He brought his mouth up to the mic, and smiled, "hello, I'm derek."

The curly haired burnet put his bag in the car, ready to go. He hopped into the car. Unconsciously he took the wrong turns, it was about half way he realized he wasn't heading to the airport.

He looked around at where he was as a sign passed, welcome to Nottinghamshire. He mentally cursed at himself, but maybe paying the kid a visit wouldn't hurt.

The air was crisp as he walked up to the front door, the musician was nervous. What if he doesn't want to see me? He shook his head, and knocked on the door.

No answer.

He knocked again.

No answer.

He knew what he was about to do wasnt right but he couldn't help himself, he grabbed a credit card from his wallet. And slid it in the crease in between the wall and the door.

He smiled slightly when he got the door to open, his smile dropping when the strong smell of alcohol hit him. Beer cans littered the floor, vodka bottles here and there, the brown eyes were laced in concern.

"TOMMY!?!?" He yelled out, frowning when he got no answer, he slowly walked to his little brothers room while taking in the mess of house that it was.

When he got to Thomas's bedroom, he felt like he was going to vomit. The smell was the strongest in here, his eyes were beginning to blur. He then spotted a open notebook on his bed, he sniffled as he picked it up.

I'm so fuckin tired of this. I'm leaving, I don't know where I'm going, but I'm going. Yes I still all have my problems, haven't ate in four days, alcohol is the only thing that's in my system. But I trust myself. Goodbye to this shitty house that brings nothing but pain.

Wilburs cheeks were painted red as he sobbed, the tears shredded. He cover his mouth, where is he? He could be dead? A alcoholic? He didn't eat?!

He just wanted his little brother to be safe, this is all my fault I should've came earlier. He thought, he sat on the kids bed, wallowing.

Where's Tommy?