the box fic - Schlattbur

The box fic

You already know this shit is starting with like 5 pages in warnings so ill try and keep it short.

This is a ptsd vent fic in the form of fucked up schlattbur with like yandere will ig you could say so like

tw. multiple people die lmao need to put that in there blood, in depth gore discriptions death callmecarson (but its implied he died im p sure i dont fucking know i wrote it 2 years ago lmaooo) cheating murder rape all the good shit you know /j uh theres fuckin kiddnapping and shit. theres a reason its called the box fic but i never got that far in the writing. anyways if you can be triggered in general at all dont read this like seriously.

seriously.

anyways this is almost 6000 words
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Wilbur stumbled about the hotel halls trying to get back to him and his friend’s room. He had Carson and Travis next to him trying to lead the way. Will slurred out a few giggles and pat Travis’ head lightly. “Travissss,,,,,you’re,,,so small” Carson sighed as he pushed the giant onto Trav, fiddling with his pockets to find the slide key. Wilbur stumbles over a bit and falls, taking the small boy with him. Opening the door the gang looked out at Wilbur busting out laughing at Travis pouting his lip. 

Half of their friends were high and the rest were getting tipsy. Carson and Trav were the only ones even remotely sober enough to be doing anything (even if Travis was really the only one who didn't do anything). Wilbur sat up and flicked Travis over the head, laughing, and he got up and entered the room. 

Trav got up and shuffled over to his coloring books not liking the smell going around the room. As Wilbur sat down someone offered him a joint and he declined, smiling. Through the laughter and jokes, he heard Carson ask where Schlatt was. Wilbur noted this and got up to excuse himself to the washrooms. Before leaving though he slurred out Travis' name and motioned for him to come with.

Travis nervously set down his crayons and looked over at Cooper, who at the moment was high as a kite, and waved bye to him. Cooper laughed and waved back. Once Trav was out of the room Wilbur grabbed his arm and started to drag him outside. "Trav we need to get Schlatttttt," Wilbur whined out. Sighing, Travis walked over to the driver’s seat of the car and got in, motioning Will to get in also.

Will got in on the passenger’s side and laid his head on the back of the seat. The car was spinning a bit and he gave a chuckle at it. He was so excited to see Schlatt again! He hadn't seen him much all night as he was always in groups and Wilbur didn't want to bother him. He was so excited to see the man after the hours and hours of calls together every night. The texts of, 'I miss you' or, 'I love you' made his normally sad drunken heart swell.

Soon, they arrived back to the Misfit’s mansion and Wilbur smiled knowing his pretty princess was inside. Confidently, he walked out of the parked car and motioned for the sad boy in the driver's side to stay. He stumbled into the bright house, packed with other drunkards. Suddenly, he bumped into someone and fell back a bit. Looking up he saw Ted surprisedly staring at him. "I thought you went home, Will?" Brushing himself off he stood up and held his hand out to Ted to help him up. "y-yeah I'm looking for Schlatt, I can't find him." Ted smiled at him before stating, "I think I saw him and Daniel go over there!" Pointing down a long hallway on the other side of the house, Ted smiled at him again. 

"Thanks, dude!" Wilbur gave Ted a hug and started to push through the crowds happily. He found himself in the hallway he was directed to, grabbing a tray of drinks from one of the counters for him, Schlatt, and RT. It was quiet over here and he liked it. Peaking in the first room he saw it was empty and sighed. Shutting it he went to the next room and again, it was empty. He did this again and again until he got to the final room. He tried to open it but the knob wouldn't budge. "locked" he mumbled to himself. He went over and sat down in the next bedroom over from it and set the drinks down. Laying on the bed he put his head on the wall and grabbed a drink, wanting to keep his sobriety as low as possible at the moment. Suddenly, while chugging the drink, he thought he heard something come from the room next to him.