Departed - Minecraft Youtuber Oneshots

lonely days

"I cry because I have died but you're alive."

Wilbur, Tommy, Niki (Mentioned), Tubbo (Mentioned), Phil (Mentioned)

Angst

Trigger Warnings // Rain and Implied Crying

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Wilbur watched as his phone shook slightly, a gentle melody playing out as his ringtone. The cracked screen lit up but the brunette didn't move, he merely watched as the call continued, lightly pushing his phone across the table as it vibrated. He wrapped his blanket around himself, his face cold as the draft from his apartment caught a breeze.

Wilbur shivered and as the chorus rung out from his phone and faded out; as soon it turned quiet he was instantly aware of the sound of rain against his windows. It was, in a way, calming. He listened to it silently; it was almost a melody of it's own.

A notification rung out in his apartment and Wilbur glanced at the table once more, slowly standing and shuffling towards it. He held his blanket close to him and reached out his hand, his pale fingers wrapping around his phone. Wilbur clutched the phone close to him like his blanket and stepped back to his bed, sitting down and staring at the darkened screen.

Wilbur could see himself in the reflection, his soft brunette hair and the way it was messy as he hadn't brushed it in days; maybe even weeks. The bags under his eyes and his sickly complexion. The man blinked slowly and turned on his phone, the light of the screen stinging his eyes.

The first notification he saw was a voicemail from "Tomathy"; he hesitantly clicked on it, and it brought him to a screen with a play button and a voice message. Wilbur pushed his finger against the play button, and a voice came from his phone.

"Hey, Wilbur. It's me. Tommy." The boy speaking coughed and sniffled a bit, it almost sounded like he had been crying. "We really miss you, dude."

Wilbur's expression softened, and he relaxed slightly at the softly spoken words.

"Please, just..." Tommy paused as his voice cracked. "Just come back, please."

"Please just respond, Wilbur." The brunette pulled his blanket closer, it almost seemed colder as he listened more to the message. "Everything will be okay if you jut give us a sign, please."

"It'll all be okay, all of us miss you." Wilbur sucked in a breath, who is "us"? "I'll be fine again, Niki can stop worrying, Tubbo will come out of his room, Phil won't ignoring everyone anymore; and... and..."

"You'll be okay too, right?" Wilbur frowned and looked down at himself, he finally realised how awful he looked. How he wore the same outfit for days and didn't get out of bed for hours until finally he was motivated enough.

"Answer please, Wilbur." Tears formed in his eyes and he nodded even though Tommy couldn't see the action.

"Alright, I love you bro. Please be safe." The message ended and Wilbur shakingly breathed, his finger hovering over the play button. He clicked it, and the same voice came over the speakers of his phone.

"Hey, Wilbur. It's me. Tommy."

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