SBI oneshots [wilbur centric]

Panic - Wilbur Soot

TW ⚠️
- Panic attack
- Suicide implications

3:00 AM. Wilburs clock read, menacingly. He sighed, knowing he just couldn't sleep. Quietly, he turned to his side, grabbing his guitar gently. He placed his hands tightly over the 6 strings, not wanting to make a sound.

Carefully, he climbed out of the comfort of his bed, straightening out his mustard jumper. Creeping through the halls of his colossal house, he reached the house of his door. Slipping on his black sneakers, he snuck out the door, feeling a sense of freedom as he stepped outside.

The cold immediately pierced Will's skin, causing him to wince, however he didn't mind. He gently walked along the forest his house was surrounded by, finding peace in his surroundings. The giant, mossy trees stood enormously over his home, shading him slightly from the snowfall. The ground trudged softly at his every step, leaving a calming trail of footsteps behind him.

He reached his destination promptly. An acute, gentle flow of the river immediately ringing in his ears. He fell back, letting the bridge support his weight. Gently, he grabbed his guitar and set it onto his lap. Reaching for his pick, he began strumming a soft tune, immediately noticing himself relaxing.

'There's a reason..."

"That London puts barriers on the tube line."

Tears flew out of Wills eyes uncontrollably, finishing his song promptly as he curled himself up in a ball, watching the river flow violently. Everything was violent. The sound of his guitar. Horrible. The wind. Disgusting. The snow. Vile.

Thoughts raced through his mind as he continued to sob in the quiet night, the subtle noises overwhelming Will. Why couldn't he just be perfect? Why was he still here?

Will sighed, getting up and reaching over the railing. He watched the river fall, holding back tears once again. He knew he shouldn't do it. He knew. It was right here though, the opportunity! He would be finally free from his worries. He could-

"Will-?"

Will immediately flinched noticeably, turning to see his older brother looming over him. Techno had went out for a walk, noticing footprints leading to a bridge. Worry had engulfed him when he saw a guitar thrown carelessly along the snow. That's when he found Will. Alone. Staring down from a bridge.

"T-Techno it's not" Will stuttered, his tears finally flooding out. Techno immediately pulled the boy into a hug, holding him tightly in his arms, not wanting to ever let go.

"Will your cold. You need some rest." Techno mumbled, refusing to let go of him again. Will whimpered, snuggling into his arms and letting himself drift off into a slumber.

Techno gently carried the boy home, trailing his guitar behind him. He reached the door of his house and noticed Phil at the door, a worried look plastering his face.

"Now where do you think you boys have-" Phil stopped, glancing at Will resting in Technos arms, he looked cold, and exhausted. Phil looked back at Techno, noticing tears pricking his eyes.

"Phil, we need to talk."