SBI oneshots [wilbur centric]

todays the day, he thought. pt3 -

sorry this part wasn't out earlier i've had a shitty day whsisoaaoka, glad you're all enjoying this storyline tho :)

same tws as before
self harming

Wilbur awoke, finding himself on his own couch, layered and layered with blankets. He still felt cold. He squinted, collecting his thoughts of yesterday's events before slumping under the blankets again. He felt like shit. Complete shit. He should've died yesterday. He had failed, yet again. All he was, was a failure.

"Awake?" Techno asked, glancing over his book at the shuffling blankets. He managed to receive a whimper in response. Good enough, I guess. "Can you poke your head out for a sec, we gotta talk."

Wilbur sat under the blankets anxiously. Wilbur had never really been the open kind of guy. He was always the "happy" one, or the "one who made everyone smile", or the "sparkle in the vc". When in reality, he was none of those. He has prided himself consistently on being 'hard to read' but was that really a good thing? Now here he was, still suicidal. Still shit. Still broken, with Technoblade sitting on his chairs probably knowing a hell of a lot more about Wilbur than Wilbur does himself. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Wilbur didn't want to do this. No, he had to. This was Technoblade for fucks sake, he wasn't going to get away from this. Why can't he do nothing right? Why is he just a fucking failure?

Slowly, Wilbur removed the blankets off his face, making direct eye contact with the man before him. "What." he mumbled.
"Look, there's some things we have to address. Like, right now. You alright with that?"
"Mk."
Techno sighed. This was going to be difficult, he thought. "Okay... Let me get straight to the point alright. Before we talk and all, have you been, you know. Self harming?"
Wilbur shuffled uncomfortably. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Bastard. "Uhm. Why?"
"Wilbur be honest with me. I want to help you the most I can, and that comes with honesty, alright? I want to be there for you, and if you have, they need treating. This isn't an interrogation, I'm not going to judge you, I just need a yes or no."
"Fine. Yes."
Techno frowned, feeling instant sympathy for the man. How could he not have known? Techno internally punched himself, thinking about how he could've helped Wilbur, before he turned out this way.

"Okay, I'm going to have to tell Phil Wilbur."
"Why."
"Because, he's the most responsible, out of all of us. As much as i'd like to stay I have a business trip in a few days, if I miss it i'll be assassinated. You need help man, seriously. Phil, me and even that annoying ass gremlin can help you through this. You just have to let us, alright? Just let Phil come over whilst i'm gone and take care of you, alright?"
"Don't tell Tommy please." Wilbur choked on his own words, not wanting Tommy to feel even the slightest pain from what Wilburs done.
"I promise, just let Phil help you, alright?" Wilbur nodded to this, accepting defeat. A year slipped out his eyes before he started balling. He wasn't really sure why, but he just let it happen. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of another human, instantly melting into Technos arms as he wrapped himself around Wilbur.

(Discord DMS)
Phil: Techno??????
Phil: don't tell me you've gone MIA too
Phil: technooooooooo
Phil: is wilbur ok?

Phil: techno b l a d e

Techno: no
Phil: ????????
Techno: will is quite the opposite of okay
Phil: Tell me what happened right now.
Techno: baaaaaaaaaaaaaaasically i went to go check on will but didn't ACTUALLY know where his house was cuz yk roads are just confusing idk anyways so i walked the rest of the way and long story short found will on a bridge, he tried to kill himself, failed, brought him back home, stayed with him, still suicidal and shit, self harmed, house is a fucking mess and i need your help :)
Phil: what the fuck techno
Techno: don't attack the messenger
Phil: does tommy know?????
Techno: he doesn't want tommy to know, only sentence i got out of him
Phil: i'm coming over right now, keep an eye on him
Techno: ok genius
Phil: whatever, send him my best, i'll be over as soon as i can
Phil: make sure he gets plenty of water, i don't know when the last time i saw him take a drink was
Phil: tea is good too

FOR ALMOST 1 AM THIS IS DECENT AHAHA yeah sorry i haven't been uploading much mental health go brrrrr, anyways i hope you've all been liking my stories recently, i rlly enjoy making them :DDD
i'm thinking of writing a wilbur angst book, not oneshots, probably an adoption AU or a revival AU, lmk what u think :)