Putting the Fun in dysfunctional

Chapter 3: Wilbur Soot is...

TW: Drugs, violence,self deprication, problems with addiction, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Wilbur wasn't stupid. He was actually quite the opposite; He was in all AP classes and managed to maintain his grades. Among that he started his own "Business"- He called it L'manburg (if you could call it that- it was more of him reselling shit for triple the price) with his this freshman who called himself Tubbo even though his name was Toby- he was bright, but severely gullible. But besides smart and charismatic, Wilbur was extremely self aware.
He knows how important consistency is for him. How being inconsistent can result in being caught in a lie; and being caught in a lie can lead to- consequences. So it his panicked reaction to the subtle ding of his phone was totally valid, or at least that's what he told himself.
(1:45am)
Dadza: hey mate, i know your busy at fundy's but we have a new kid joining us for a bit. his name is Tommy. Have fun <3

Wilbur did not have fun. He was so fucked. He was being replaced, Techno was clearly Phil's favorite. Techno was extraordinary; he was head of the debate team, he was almost done with his associates degree even though he was still in high school, he knew how to kick someone's ass if need be and all Wilbur knew how to do was get high and lie. Hell, he wasn't even at Fundy's! he was at this old tree house in the woods. ( Now that he thought about it- he'd probably spend a lot of time here because of the new child) Speaking of lying, he had to start his final project of the semester. Whoppee. He was assigned to "write about who you are" and boy was that broad and ominous.
He took out a pen and a paper, smoked a joint and began writing

𝘞𝘭𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴...
𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺? 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 '𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘐 (𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘵) 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳- 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵.
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(6:30am)
Dadza: what time will you be home mate?
Great, it's morning another night wasted. He must've fallen asleep writing whatever the hell that was. It was a good night of paradise, but he must return back to his harsh reality.

( 6:32am)
You: omw now

Wilbur hopped into his car and drove his way Home.

Wilbur Watson is a fucking asshole, Tommy had decided. He was the first one to the invite him in, and he had already decided it. The first indicator was him staying out through the night, that always meant you were avoiding things, the other was the fact that he smelled like weed.

"I what?" Wilbur stepped forward, a threat within this eyes.

Fuck he said that out loud, play it cool-

"You smell like fuckin weed dipshit" oh fuck, now he was being pulled up by his collar, man this guy's tall!

Wilbur tightened his grip "Keep your fucking mouth shut or I'll make sure everyone hates you" Now Tommy knew that was threat, he wasn't stupid. But you know what they say- ignorance is bliss.

"Bold of you to assume I give a fuck what everyone thinks"

His grip got even tighter, Tommy was now floating (it was at this point he knew that he had fucked up) "If you don't keep your mouth shut I will get techno to beat you up, now wanna repeat what you just said?" now that was a different story, Technoblade terrified him.

"I- Uh- yeah-Yo-You smell like weeds! What'd ya do? S-spend the night alone in the woods!?" {A/N: he actually did too}

Wilbur stepped back and gave Tommy a smile that could eat shit. "Right, I'm gonna eat my breakfast now" he stepped out of the foyer like nothing had happened. Tommy in his footsteps (what else was he supposed to do?)  He was met with the sight of an already set table (when the fuck did they do that?) and Phil putting tea on the kettle.

"Would you like to sit mate?"

"Mhm, sure"
this was the part Tommy dreaded. He knew he now he would have to sit down and have a conversation with these people who pretended to be a perfect family just so they could get money, but he honestly didn't want to. So the Brilliant Tommy came up with a plan, he would annoy the shot out of them until they told him to leave the table.
Phil was working at the table, Techno had his nose in a book and Will was- eating his eggs with a fucking spoon
"You gonna eat the eggs?" Wilbur asked with a grin on his face. He wasn't, but he still wanted be an ass.
"No" Tommy spit on the eggs and passed the plate.
This earned an annoyed scoff from Wilbur, a chuckle from Techno "I like him already" Wilbur huffed "Phil, this child is annoying me! Tell 'im off!" Phil repressed a smile "I didn't see anything mate"

"What do you think hell looks like?" Wow, Tommy was shit at conversation
Wilbur answered with a serious tone (wow he was actually answering him) "I think it'd be a train station full of concrete walls everywhere you look, with no escape"

Techno interjected "Will are you ok-"

Tommy cut Techno off (he wanted to test his limits on manners) "I think it'd just be fuckin dark"

Wilbur sighed "So imaginative Tommy"

Techno chuckled. 

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole I bet you-"

Phil looked up from his Laptop and Tommy froze

"Hey Will, can you take Tommy to the mall later? He just needs some clothes and stuff- the essentials"

Fuck.

1140 words// A/N you know how I said I would take a week? Mhm mhm. Also I only planned out the angsty letter (which I wrote horribly) and then wrote the whole threatening bit when I didn't hit word count. Uh- I enjoy all your comments/votes/ect. If I missed any triggers please tell me, enjoy life
-Me