Speechless | Wilbur & Niki Angst

Unexpected

TW: Uhhhh, you asked for angst Netheriea... Electrocution, blood, fighting, sensory overload/panic attack, injuries, forced sedation, and possibly more that I missed?

A/N: As I was telling some of you lovely readers, yes I wrote this at midnight, I also have school in 30 min, smart of me? No. Did I still do it? Yes.

 Before Phil could even get a word out, Tommy had elbowed the guard holding him. Hard. The man immediately retaliated, tasering the chicken hybrid. The boy let an ear piercing scream, and all hell broke loose.

Techno quickly spun around, his upper arm catching his opponent in the face. Grabbing Tubbo, he (gentlyish) tossed the bee hybrid towards the door, "Get your dad." he hissed. Before quickly rejoining the fight. By now, Phil had taken down one of the guards, while simultaneously trying to keep Niki, Tommy, and Wilbur safe.

The pig hybrid made his way swiftly across the room, finishing off the man he had previously hit in the face. Tommy had somehow grabbed a broom in all of the chaos, and was now semi-helping Phil take down yet another challenger. That left the last guard to Techno.

Running as fast as he could, the pig hybrid planted his foot/hoof into the woman's stomach, she doubled over, wheezing. Before she could recover, however, the pinket brought a table leg down on her head (When the table got broken? Who knows? Well, the author does, but I'm too lazy to write that).

Finally, all of the guards were down. Techno had blood running down his face, a bruise forming on his left eye. Phil's wings had several feather's ripped out, and now that he looked, red was starting to form around the plucked areas. Tommy was in a similar state, his face streaked with sweat. Niki and Wilbur were huddled together, both nursing burns from what Techno could only assume to be a taser.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.The mocking sound echoed through the now battered room. Panting heavily, Techno turned towards the noise.

"That was quite the show. However, did you really think it would be that easy?" The Doctor chastised, a knowing smile resting on his face.

All of a sudden, guards poured in from every direction, and before any of them could react, Techno felt a small sting on his neck. Drowsiness filled him, his body felt staticky. Like bees were hovering just below his skin. His eyes drifted shut without his consent. He was so tired. Stay awake, was, ironically, his last thought, before falling asleep.

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Tubbo ran like his life depended on it, which, it kinda did. Techno had shoved him out the door almost immediately after the fight began, telling him to get his dad. Tubbo wasn't quite sure what his dad could do for them, as the man was a hybrid as well; leaving him with little say in the grand scheme of things.

Schlatt had always been good friends with Phil, they had grown up together. They had apparently been the only hybrids in their class, making them good targets for being picked on. Tubbo didn't live alone with the ram hybrid, well, technically he did, but Ranboo was over so much he had a room.

Tommy came over a lot too, mostly to convince the bee hybrid to participate in some form of shenanigans that was sure to get them in trouble if they got caught. Ranboo often joined in, but he was always careful not to get in trouble when they inevitably got busted. Upon the thought of the chaotic chicken hybrid, Tubbo tried to double his speed, flapping his transparent wings in quick bursts, lifting off temporarily.

"Dad!" He called, running into the house.

"He's not here right now, what did you do?" Ranboo answered.

"No, no, no, no, no, he has to be here!" Tubbo denied.

"I... disagree."

"Do you know where he is?"

"I think he is at work." Ranboo answered uncertainty, "Why do you need him?"

"Crazy scientists just attacked Tommy, Phil, and Techno." Tubbo explained, "they are trying to get these two new hybrids who apparently have been living with them for the past couple of days. Techno got me out and told me to get my dad" he added quickly.

"...What?"

-

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. We can't be back here, not when we worked so hard to get out. Wilbur thought desperately. They were back in the facility, a different room that he had never seen before. The walls were white, the floor was white, the ceiling was white, it was blinding. Oh, and another thing, he was completely alone.

Niki wasn't there, Tommy wasn't there, Techno wasn't there, Phil wasn't there. The one sign of any person was the camera nestled in the corner of the room, too high for him to reach without some form of step stool. The only furniture in the room was a bed, also stock white, more of a cot than anything.

Wilbur didn't like it, it was too quiet, no bustling children. No loud static over the intercoms. No doctors ordering them around. It was eerie. Every noise seemed amplified a thousand times. The gentle creak of the bed. The click of his teeth when he closed his mouth. The slight ringing in his ears in the silence. It all ingrained itself in Wilbur's mind, echoing with increased intensity.

The boy's hands gripped the side of his head, trying in vain to get the noise out. His breath came in and out in short gasps, his heart was pounding. It was too quiet. It was too loud. Too quiet. Too loud. Too quiet. Too loud. The indecisive voice echoed in his mind, causing his head to swirl.

Everything hurts. Why does it hurt? It's so loud. Where is Niki? Is Tommy alright? It's too quiet. What happened to Tubbo? My arm is aching. Am I actually in the facility? How long have I been in here? I'm tired. Where is everyone? What did they do to Phil?

His thoughts seemed to get louder and louder, overloading all of his senses. He could no longer see the stock white walls surrounding him, trapping him; the blinking red light that now adorned the camera. He could no longer smell the air that was riddled with the odor of cleaning chemicals. He could no longer feel the hard mattress below him, his nails that were digging into his unresponsive arm. He could no longer taste the distinctive copper tang that now coated his tongue, apparently he had bitten it. He no longer heard the silence that wasn't quiet. All he knew at that moment was the forsaken voice that wouldn't let him be.

Hope you guys enjoyed, I'm gonna go eat breakfast, have a wonderful day/night :D

PS: I don't know if you guys remember but on Unpredictable I put an author's note saying one day you would just get this super long chapter out of no where, well... this is one of those.