See you later

Funeral/I'll

The next day was more or less the same. He and Dave planned the funeral, and he came home, trying his best to avoid Schlatt. This cycle continued for the next week, until the funeral finally broke it.

The day of a funeral, there was a certain air that hung around. Wilbur didn't think much of it, but was soon finding himself realizing that this was all too real. He had spent a good half hour on his tie, and about an hour on everything else. Schlatt had forced him to drive with him, and Wilbur didn't fight it. They drove in silence, getting more tense by the second

When they finally arrived, Wilbur left the car, not waiting for Schlatt. Wilbur smiled politely at the small party currently sitting by a coffin. Wilbur's heart stopped as he got a glimpse of Tommy. He shook his head and found a seat, making sure no one would bother him.

"Wil" Clay's voice spoke up. Wilbur groaned and turned around

"Hello" Wilbur said

"I need to talk to you" Clay said

"Look, I'll return to work, but please just let me get through this first" Wilbur said

"It's not about you returning" Clay said. He sat down and started whispering as it started "It's about Tommy, and Tubbo, for that matter"

"What do you mean?" Wilbur asked

"Wilbur, it was the same killer" Clay said

"That's ridiculous" Wilbur shot down

"No, it's really not" Clay said "Charlie told me you got a note the day it happened"

That was when it really clicked. The pieces of the worst goddamn puzzle to ever be created, fit perfectly. Of course it was his fault, he always knew it, he just didn't know how.

Wilbur closed his eyes, feeling seconds away from puking. "I'm sorry, I have to go"

Wilbur ran towards a bathroom, realizing they were all locked for whatever reason, then ran to the small forest near them, climbing a tree. He sat down and took deep breaths, trying and failing to calm himself down. He brought out his phone, hoping to distract himself, when someone walked up to the tree.

"Wil" Schlatt said softly "I heard what happened. I just want you to know it's not your fault, how were you supposed to know those were connected?" Schlatt stood in silence for a minute before talking again "and I know you just want me to shut up, that much is obvious, but I won't. You cannot keep running from it. We're at his funeral for god's sake, I just, I did this. My best friend died when I was 10, and I avoided it until I exploded. It's not healthy"

Schlatt went quiet as Wilbur jumped down from the tree, staring at the ground, tears brimming his eyes "It was just so stu-"

Wilbur's voice broke as he started to sob. Schlatt quickly hugged him, slowly bringing them to sit on the ground. Wilbur hugged Schlatt like it was the end of the world, which seemed true for Wilbur. He sobbed into Schlatt's shoulder, Schlatt slowly rubbing his back, leaning his head against Wilbur's.

They sat like that for a good ten minutes, neither one speaking, until Schlatt's phone rang. Schlatt quickly hung up, and they split apart. Wilbur leaned against Schlatt, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of Schlatt's neck.

Wilbur picked at the grass "I really don't want to go back there"

Schlatt nodded "I know, but you should. This is the last time to say goodbye"

Wilbur took a deep breath and nodded "can you go with me?"

Schlatt grabbed his hand "I won't leave your side"

Wilbur smiled, for more than one reason. He and Schlatt walked back, fingers intertwined, and sat as far away as possible from everyone else. They watched as both Phil and Dave walked up, giving a small speech. Wilbur had decided not to, which Schlatt fully supported. They finally got to the burial part, which Wilbur only made through with Schlatt's now probably broken hand.

When it was over, Wilbur excused himself from Schlatt and quickly talked to Dave

"It was the same guy" Wilbur told him "Dave, he threatened to kill someone if I didn't back off, and he did. I need you, for my sake, to go into hiding or something"

"Wil-" Dave sighed

"No, I'm serious," Wilbur said "please. My friend, Clay, he can get you set up and everything, ok?"

Dave thought for a second before nodding "ok"

Wilbur quickly introduced him to Clay, then immediately went back to Schlatt. They drove home in silence, but it was different. The air was still heavy, but now he had someone to get through this pain with.

Once they got to the apartment, they spent the rest of the day on the couch, not talking much, and it was perfect. Wilbur eventually fell asleep against Schlatt, Schlatt smiling as he was trapped for the rest of the night.

The next morning was once again hell. Wilbur woke up and everything came flooding back, all at once. Wilbur had tried to escape via television, but Schlatt stopped that immediately

"No hiding," Schlatt said. He sat next to Wil and started softly playing with his hair "tell me what's going on"

"You already know" Wilbur dismissed

"Nope" Schlatt shook his head "tell me"

Wilbur paused for a second before taking a breath "fine. Tommy is- he's-" Wilbur shouted in frustration "Don't you know how hard this is?"

"Yeah" Schlatt nodded "I do"

"Then why are you so fine with it?" Wilbur demanded, sitting up

"I'm not" Schlatt said "god I'm not"

"Fuck you" Wilbur growled "I've always envied you for being able to not show exactly what your feeling"

Schlatt shook his head, smiling slightly "It's not always great, people start to think your some psychopath that doesn't feel emotion"

"And after some time, you start to agree with them" Wilbur finished "yeah, it's true"

"Sadly" Schlatt leaned against the couch, Wilbur slowly following him.

Wilbur sighed and continued "It's just that, if I had taken that note seriously, like you said too, then Tommy would be here"

"Don't beat yourself up for that" Schlatt said "seriously, that wasn't your fault, you were just doing your job"

Wilbur nodded, laying his entire body weight next to Schlatt, giving in to the feeling of safety.

"Thank you" Wilbur said

"You're welcome," Schlatt said, Wilbur laughing.

It was then and there that they both knew they were fucked.