Your Voice Is Driving Me Insane-- WilburSoot Angst

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FINALLY BACK TO THIS SERIES! WOOO

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Wilbur didnt realize he fell asleep until Technoblade shakes him awake. Wilbur falls to the floor, landing with a thump. Tommy lets out a loud laugh and doubles over. Wilbur frowns. Even Technos smiling. He picks himself up and dusts his clothes off, glaring daggers at Techno.

He trudges into his and Tommys shared bedroom and snatches his phone off his bedside table. He can only assume that everyones left by now considering hes been asleep for five fucking hours. He groans and rubs his temples.

Schlatts added him to a group chat while he was asleep. Its titled gays and theys lmao. Wilbur sighs. He doesnt have time to read the messages, but he recognizes whos in the group chat. The Lunch Club, Quackity, Weston, Minx, Niki, and a girl named Kalynn that Wilbur doesnt know.

Minx is typing now. The last message was from Weston calling Minx a bitch. Wilbur laughed just thinking about what she would say if she were here right now. Shed go absolutely ballistic.

mincks: oh u think ur so fucking funny huh? ur an asshole that i could squash into a million tiny pieces you little bitch. im taller than u bitch boy and i wont hesitate to use that advantage

west: omg are you going to peg me

You: What the fuck did I just stumble into

shcaltt: WILBUR!

You: Schlatt

burgers: everyone stfu im trying to celebrate amy winehouses birthday

You: You care about Amy Winehouses birthday more than mine, Charlie? I cant believe this. I feel betrayed

Wilbur immediately regrets sending the message. Its his birthday today. Hes seventeen now. Almost an adult.

He doesnt like his birthday. His last good birthday was when he was five years old, back when his biological parents were still able to provide for him. He was sent away a day later. He cant really blame them for getting rid of him; they couldnt afford to provide for a kid. Yet, he cant help but feel betrayed. He never wants to see their faces again.

His phone explodes in messages about his birthday, so he has to turn it off. He cant handle the overwhelming feeling. He sits down on his bed, silences his phone, and lays down with a heavy sigh.

Tommy and Techno probably dont know todays Wilburs birthday, but Wilbur knows for a fact that Phil does. Wilburs said many times before to his social worker that he does not want anyone to talk about his birthday and hes sure she relayed that message to Phil, but he does wish he would get a small happy birthday from him. Hell, an offhand comment would suffice. Just to know that Phil will acknowledge it.

Speaking of Phil. . .

Phils son walks into the room. Well, one of them, anyway. The obnoxious one. Wilbur rolls his eyes and turns on his side away from Tommy. Tommy doesnt take the hint. He plops down on Wilburs bed and lets out a dramatic sigh. Wilbur grabs one of his pillows and throws it at Tommy. It hits the blond in the face.

Phil! Tommy shouts, drawing out the i. Wilburs abusing me! Wilbur rolls his eyes. He grabs another pillow and puts it over his visible ear. He digs his head further into the pillow to try and block out the noises.

Tommy then moves to lay on top of Wilbur. Wilbur feels like hes about to lose his fucking mind. What the hell is this kid trying to do? Be as annoying as possible, apparently.

Wilbur hears the floor creak as Phil walks into the room. Wilbur moves his pillow and cranes his neck to glance at Phil. Phils wearing a stern expression, clearly trying to hold back a smile. Wilbur sees him take his phone out.

You are not taking a picture of this, Wilbur says at the same time Phil takes a picture. Phil chuckles and almost doubles over looking at the picture. Wilbur frowns, but a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Phil leaves the room then, saying something to Tommy that Wilbur doesnt care enough to listen to. Tommy shifts slightly, and Wilbur pushes him off of his stomach. He lets out a breath of relief as Tommy falls off the bed in an effort to seem more dramatic.

Tommy shrieks and slaps Wilburs foot playfully. He pounces back on the bed and begins to tickle Wilbur. Wilburs eyes widen as Tommy presses down on a spot in his abdomen. He lets out a pained cry and shoves Tommy away harshly.

What the fuck, man? Tommy lets out a hiss of a groan afterward. Wilbur didnt realize how hard hed shoved Tommy against the wall. His eyes are more confused than angry, but Wilbur still sees his rage. He doesnt want to feel bad. Tommy looks like the little boy, sure, but they arent the same person. Tommy doesnt care about him. Tommy cares about himself. He doesnt give a shit about Wilbur and likely never will.

Dont- Wilbur breathes deeply, trying to catch up with himself, dont touch me there. Wilburs clutching that part of his abdomen. It bleeding, he knows it. The wound is fresh and the stitches arent strong against a finger poking through them.

His sweaters turning crimson, as well as his fingers. Its nothing fatal. He wont die from it. That doesnt mean it doesnt hurt, though.

Tommys eyes wander to the wound. He opens his mouth to presumably shout, but Wilburs quicker. He launches himself towards Tommy and covers the youngers mouth.

Dont tell anyone, please. Im okay. Tommy pries Wilburs hand off his mouth. It was an accident. Im fine. I can take care of myself.

What the hell did you do? Wilbur bites his bottom lip and looks down.

Last Tuesday night, I snuck out to see Connor. I got shanked in an alleyway. Tommy grimaces. The wounds been healing fine, but this is a bit of a setback. Wilbur stands up, hunched over slightly. Im going to fix it. Dont tell Phil, please. His tone is begging. He doesnt think he can handle being yelled at by Phil.

The wound hasnt hurt this much since Connor drove Wilbur to go see the Misferns. Niki had stitched up the wound with some assistance from her twin, Eret. Niki gave him simple procedures to follow every night until she can take the stitches out to help the wound heal properly. He prayed that something like this wouldnt happen.

Ill be back, Wilbur says before grabbing a new sweater and walking towards the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to Wilbur, Tommy stands up as well. He slides a box out from under his bed. Inside, theres a painting and some sheet music. Tommy sighs and holds the items in his hands. Such a stubborn prick. Tommy cant help but smile softly thinking about his brother. Happy birthday, Wilby.

HAHAAHAH SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT.