the battles we fight | sbi

Chapter 8 - Wow, I Actually Got To the Point

i put a size chart at the top of this chapter(ranboo is taller than irl, but not as tall as his canon smp height)

i might make a better size chart later(with body type as well) but for now, the height is all i can make easily and it's like 2 am

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"Tommy, go with them," Phil was gentle with his tone, but didn't phrase it as a question, "Some fresh air will do you good." Tommy looked from Wilbur to everyone's worried faces. After a long pause, he let out a long sigh.

"Only for a little while," Tommy said once he had taken a breath in, "I don't want to leave him for too long."

"Thank you Phil," Tubbo nodded gratefully, hooking one arm around Tommy's and the other around Ranboo's, then led him out. That left Techno and Phil standing silently in Wil's room. Phil seemed to have retreated into his head for a moment, having been the first time in days he was away from the children. Techno was about to say something about the possible voice in his head when Phil seemed to realize he had to come back to reality.

"I'm going to go make food," He turned away too soon to see that Techno wanted to say something. Techno nodded even though Phil wasn't looking. He sat in the chair beside Wilbur. It was painful to see him like this. It made doubt slip into Techno's mind in ways that didn't feel like himself, but were still very familiar.

If you had only been faster you could have saved him.

He's not dead. He's not dead. Wilbur. Is. Not. Dead. He's going to wake up, and everything is going to be okay again.

But it was never really okay.

Techno wasn't sure when this presence, this voice, became normal to him. Maybe after days of staring numbly at the walls or his twin, and it constantly chiming in, he had gotten used to it. There was something about it that was familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Techno couldn't exactly tune out the voice, but it wasn't that loud. It was mostly present when Techno would have previously been alone to think. A sigh escaped his lips and he stopped responding to the voice, although it didn't go quiet.

"I'm going to have to talk to Phil before you, aren't I?" Techno asked Wilbur, knowing there would be no reply, "I wish you could be here. I wish we could talk. I miss that. Even if it isn't about all the things that need to be figured out." The lack of reply hurt, even though Techno knew there wasn't going to be one.

"I miss being able to sit and read to you," Techno went on, "Or go on long rants about whatever I was focused on at the moment. It was always nice to know someone was listening. Knowing that someone cared about this insignificant thing that interested me. You would always care, even if it didn't matter in the slightest. I could talk about anything..." Silence fell over the room once again.

I'm not going to break again. I already did that a few nights ago.

But you would feel better. Maybe you could even feel the comfort of him, even though he's not here.

Wil wouldn't want me crying over him.

But he would want you to let it out. Didn't he always say that's better than holding it in?

Techno knew the voice was right, but he had also told himself not to listen to it. After all, it rarely said anything good.

I'm right, just listen to me.

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Wilbur felt less alone than he had seconds before, feeling Techno's presence once again. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. It was equally as painful as the last time, perhaps even worse. There was something different about Techno's presence, like he was being guided by a separate being. Wil wanted more than anything to wake up and be there again. He missed being conscious. He missed being able to feel things. Well, there was plenty to feel here, but it was all emotional. He missed physical feeling, like laying in the grass at night talking to the stars, training with Techno, pushing himself until he couldn't anymore, salty ocean air blowing his hair back.