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Dave/me

He dropped the book and ran to Clay's car for the third time that night, driving to his dad's house, banging on the door when he got there.

"Wil?" Phil asked, tears building in his eyes "where have you-"

"Where's Dave?" Wilbur asked

"Uh, his room I think, why?" Phil asked. Wilbur immediately pushed past him and ran up the stairs, hoping to god his hunch was wrong.

"Dave?" Wilbur asked, walking into the room

"Oh, hey Wil" Dave smiled "what's up?"

"Dave" Wilbur repeated "I need you tell me right now if you had anything to do with this case"

"What?" Dave said "I don't know what you mean"

"Your book" Wilbur said "it's identical to the case"

"So?" Dave laughed nervously "Wilbur, I thought you were a good detective"

"I am," Wilbur said "and I'm really hoping this is an exception. Tell me you didn't have anything to do with Tommy's murder"

"This is ridiculous" Dave scoffed

"Tell me!" Wilbur shouted

"You're insane!" Dave shouted back

"Am I?" Wilbur said "because in your book, Technoblade is schizophrenic and is, in his own words, forced to kill."

"You think I killed my brother?" Dave yelled

"You went by Technoblade as a kid every fucking time we played and every account you ever had" Wilbur said

"You didn't answer the question" Dave said

"I want to be wrong" Wilbur said "tell me I'm wrong, please"

"All you have against me is a nickname and a book"

"I know you're schizophrenic" Wilbur said

"Who the fuck told you that" Dave froze

"You did" Wilbur said "remember?"

"That wasn't schizophrenia" Dave said

"I know it was" Wilbur said

"Oh please, share with the class on how I killed my brother"

Wilbur cringed "I know that you had it as a kid, at least mildly"

"How the hell would you know that?"

"Dave, please tell me"

"What! Tell you what? That I killed our younger brother that looked up to me and trusted me? Because that's sick, and you need to be the one going into a mental hospital"

Wilbur paused "that's where you went, isn't it?"

"What?"

"When we were kids, durning like fifth grade or something, you disappeared for practically a year. Dad told me you were just going to a camp, but when you came back you were really odd and nervous and snapped really easily. You hated dad practically until you left" Wilburs mouth fell "God, mom died while you were away, didn't-"

"Stop," Dave demanded. He took a deep breath and sighed "So you're going to take me to jail for having a mental issue?"

"You still haven't answered the question," Wilbur said. "Did you or did you not have anything to do with the case?"

Dave stared up at his brother before dropping his head to the ground "yes, I did"

Wilbur fell to his bed, not wanting to believe what had just come out of Dave's mouth

"why"

"I did not hurt Tommy" Dave said "Or Tubbo. I only hurt Zak, my partner took over and went insane. I had nothing to do with the other killings, I swear"

"Who was your partner" Wilbur asked

"His name was Eret" Dave said "and I know he got another person when I refused to help him"

"Grayson?" Wilbur asked. Dave nodded

"I really hopped this meant nothing"

"What now" Dave said "are you going to take your brother to jail?"

"Dave, don't make this harder" Wilbur said

"You think you have it hard" Dave scoffed "I have voice telling me what to do. They want blood. I tried to hold back as long as I could but-"

"What's going on up here?" Phil asked, knocking on the door

"Dad, please go away" Wilbur said

"No. Wil, you haven't been home since the funeral, which was practically three weeks ago. I miss you"

Wilbur sighed "I'm sorry, but I still have a job to do" He stood up and looked sadly at Dave "I don't have to say it, do I?"

Dave bit his tongue and shook his head, standing up as well. Wilbur nodded but still pushed Dave against a wall forcefully. He quickly handcuffed him and started walking down the stairs

"Woah, what the fuck?" Phil said "what the hell is going on?"

"Dad, why did you never tell me Dave was sichrophrenzic" Wilbur said. He felt Dave tense

"What does that have anything to do with this?" Phil asked

"It has everything to do with this" Wilbur said

"You're not saying he-"

"Yes, he did" Wilbur said

Phil started at Dave, about a thousand different emotions crossed his face before he landed on disgust "not Tommy"

Dave stared at the ground and shook his head. Wilbur pushed Dave out the door and into the car, finally driving back to the precinct, where a case was being set up for Eret.

"Eret Isn't the only one" Wilbur said "Dave to"

Wilbur saw Eret smirk as Dave walked in. He threw them in separate cells, but heard them talking as he left. He collapsed at his desk, sighing. Clay walked over, looking just as exhausted

"I'm so sorry about Dave" Clay said

Wilbur shrugged "nothing I can do now"

"What do you want to do?" Clay asked

"Where are the closet bars" Wilbur said immediately. Clay chuckled and stood up, Wilbur following him out the door.

The rest of the day was a blur for Wilbur, which he was perfectly fine with. What he wasn't fine with was the massive headache he had the next day.