See you later

George/just

He woke up the next morning to someone knocking on the door. He was going to get it, but the bed was too comfortable, and Schlatt was still asleep.

The knocking eventually stopped, but then his phone rang. He growled and answered it, making sure Schlatt wasn't bothered.

"Hello?" Wilbur said

"Wilbur?" Clays voice spoke up "are- are you home?"

"Yeah" Wilbur said "are you at the door?"

"Yeah I am" Clay said "I need- talk- are you-"

"Hey, calm down" Wilbur said "here, I'll go open the door" Wilbur jumped up. He opened the door, hanging up the phone "what's going-"

Clay stared at the ground, blinking tears out of his eyes. He was gripping a bouquet of flowers, his hand shaking. He was wearing a white suit with a green tie, covered in what Wilbur could only assume was blood. Wilbur raised his eyebrow as he noticed a ring on Clays finger

"He's gone" Clay muttered, locking his jaw

"Who's-" Wilbur stuttered "Clay who's gone? And why are you covered in-"

"It was the rehearsal dinner" Clay said, the words dripping like venom from his mouth "I showed up late, everyone was gone"

His hand started to bleed from the thorns in the bouquet.

"What do you mean?" Wilbur said, trying to take the flowers from him

"Everyone that was there, same way as Tommy, Tubbo and Zak" Clay said, letting Wilbur take the flowers "everyone's gone"

"What do you mean gone?" Wilbur asked.

Clay stayed silent. Wilbur sighed and pulled him softly by his shoulders, hugging him. Clay stayed stif for a second before accepting the hug.

"They took him" Clay sobbed "I can't even see his body"

"What do you mean?" Wilbur asked

"The fucking FBI took over the case when they all died" Clay said "They took his body"

"Clay" Wilbur said sympathetically "God I'm so sorry"

"It's not your fault" Clay forced himself to say "I just-"

Wilbur walked them towards the couch and sat down "how long ago was it?"

"Last night" Clay said "a few hours after I texted you"

"The FBI took over that fast?" Wilbur asked

"They haven't exactly gotten here, or apparently looked over the case, but they've accepted it"

"Why are they even a part of it?" Wilbur asked

"I don't know" Clay said "I'm sorry, but I just really don't want to talk about this"

"Oh of course yes I'm sorry" Wilbur said

"No it's my fault" Clay said "I just don't want to go back to the house, and everyone else is, you know"

Wilbur looked at Clay in amazement. How was he even sitting here, not curled in a ball, sobbing? From what Wilbur could tell, he'd lost everything. His fiancé, probably his family, some of his friends. Losing Tommy was bad enough, if anything ever happened to his dad, Dave and Schlatt- well, he wouldn't be here very long.

"I'm sorry" Wilbur said "I'll be completely honest, but I really suck at talking to people about important things. I'm not trying to be insensitive, but I just think someone is better cut out for this" Wilbur stood up before Clay could say anything and walked back to his room. Schlatt was still sleeping. Wilbur woke him up and quickly explained the situation. Schlatt followed him out to the living room and sat down next to Clay.