•Mcyt Oneshots•

Big Man is sick, what will he do? ||SBI

This is Family Sbi because where ignoring Tencho's tweet and I love family dynamics, call me sad and leave me alone sheesh.

"Tommy gets sick; but he refuses to knowledge that he is. Wilbur knows better and is like; yeah your sick hoe but
then Tommy is like; no I'm not mf stop paying attention to me."

Once again not proof read because proof reading is overrated 😎
⚠️sickness ; throwing up probably some crying⚠️

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Usually, when the blonde would wake up he would go up and call on Tubbo probably explore the forest. Or go help Niki at her bakery, occasionally go bug "I fucked a fish, and had a thing for a sheep ™️" or PigMan™️.
But he couldn't.

Why?

Because he felt like he got ran over five times.
Not a nice start to the day if you asked him.

The blonde groaned as his alarms went off, why the fuck was it so loud? He huffed before smacking it to shut it off, but to his own dismay he missed and fell off the bed instead.

"Fuc-"

He landed with a thump on his wooden floors, his headache getting worse as he laid there for a solid five minutes; the floor was cold and he felt hot as fuck.

Was it five minutes? It felt like so much longer. Time didn't exist for him at the moment, saying his clock was up on his side table and his phone was no where to be seen. The pain in his head got worse, maybe he could just die here-

"TOMMY BREAKFAST!"

He gave a non verbal whine at the loud sound, he honestly couldn't tell who the voice belonged to. Everything was just a blur at the moment, the Teen pushed himself up as he set off towards the kitchen (he fell a couple times but we don't talk about that).

"Tommy you look like shit."

"Wow thanks, love you too Wilbur."

He huffed rolling his eyes as he sat down at the kitchen table, the pancakes in front of him did not look too appetizing at the moment.

( Especially since Wilbur cooked them, they were burnt as hell.)

"No I didn't mean it like that , Toms-"

The brunette sighed before standing up grabbing a glass of water; but he did keep a eye on the blonde. He looked like he was gonna faint at any given moment; his skin was also a little too pale for Wilburs liking.

He narrowed his eyes before setting the glass of water down, walking back towards Tommy and sat down.

"Tommy are you sick?"

"Nonononon- I'm not sick, Wilbur."

The boy in question quickly protested, of course his body betraying him and letting out a raspy cough. Tommy hates being sick because it made him feel vulnerable and shit, he's a big man he didn't want people caring for him.
(Maybe he did like it sometimes but he would never say it out loud).

"Uh huh,, if your not sick I'm Albert Einstein."
The brunette replied bending over the table to feel the boys forehead; which Tommy quickly slapped away.