Telescope | SBI + Tubbo

chapter three: he's not coming home, wilbur

Tw because I'm lit like that :) - mention of past throwing up, crying, mention of death, overall angst, yelling and verbal fighting, mention of wounds and cuts, I guess self hatred (not sure but be aware), mentions of past violence, mentions of burning/stinging

Third Person POV :)

8:57 

"Yeah dumbass, I'm actually here. Can't you see me?" Quackity jokingly rolls his eyes.

"Yes, I can. Do you have a place to go? Like, stay?"

"Of course I do, dipshit. Aren't you supposed to be home?"

Tommy forgot all about the fact that he ran out of the house, and just so happened to stumble across Quackity.

"Uh, yeah. But um- can we please not go back there for tonight? Me and you, hang out?"

"Fucking hell, I arrive in England and a child wants to hang out with me. Alright you little shit, let me on the back of your bike."

"I'm not a fuckin' chil- okay, whatever, get the fuck on the bike or I'll turn around and run you over."

"Jesus fucking Christ Tommy, so violent," Quackity whisper-shouts and gets on the back of the bike. "Never knew England had two seater bikes."

"England has everything good, don't fuckin' under estimate us."

"Easily a lie."

"What the fuck, you little bitch, I'll fuckin' stab your parents-"

Quackity rolls his eyes. Tommy starts peddling down the road again towards the mall.

"By the way, I stole this bike from some random kid." Tommy tries to stifle a laugh.

"What the literal fuck, Tommy!"

Tommy bursts out laughing and swerves.

"Christ, learn how to fucking drive you shithead!" Quackity yells.

"I would let you drive but there's a height limit!" 

Quackity starts fake crying, startling Tommy.

"Cry."

At home :*(

"Techno, I don't know where he is! I keep telling you this!" 

"If you would stop lashing out on Tommy, we would know where he is, Tubbo."

"I really can't help it, Techno.. can we just look for him?"

"You can go look for him."

Wilbur scoffs. "Techno, what if Tubbo gets lost?! I d-don't wanna lose another brother!"

"Lose?" Tubbo says wide-eyed.

"Great job Wilbur, you scared Tubbo."

"I'm fucking s-sorry!"

"I'm leaving to look for Tommy now. You all are a whole bunch of jackasses." Tubbo slams the front door.

Tubbo trudges in the snow towards the path that leads into the village. He glances at the clock tower.

9:12

'It's so late,' Tubbo thinks to himself.

What if Tommy is lost or hurt?

Tubbo shakes his head. 'I don't wanna think about that.'

Tubbo starts to run through the snow and down the path. He hears a bike and laughter.

That familiar voice, that voice.