Wilbur Soot & Ranboo [Angst One-shots]

No more crying

Tw: bullying, blood, homophobic slurs, attacks description.
Not recommended to read if you are sensitive, because there's a lot of descriptions.

-I ain't crying!- He shouted.

-You should!-

-You don't scare me, bitch!- he continued.

-Don't fucking talk to me like that!!!- He was ready to punch him in the nose.

-Yeah!! Don't talk to him like that!! Go and cry you.. you CRYBABY- One boy shouted, in the background.

Wilbur didn't really care, he wasn't scare. He was ready to protect his brother.

-YOU STAY OUT OF IT, ASSHOLE!-

-HEY!!! you fucking prick, stop-- he was interrupted.

-STOP MESSING ARROUND YOU USELESS SHIT, I'M THE ONE FIGHTING, SHUT UP- the "leader" turned arround to yell at them, and that's when he striked.

Wilbur shoved the "leader" to the ground. He hit his head with a locker, and landed with his face.

It took him a few seconds more than it should, but he stood up with a bloody nose.

Wilbur was fucked.

A crowd started to form arround them, but still far away, and they were betting on who would win.

Wilbur growled, and turned to teach them a lesson. He knew how to be intelligent, and intimidating.

Most people left after he shouted at them, while punching one of the boys in the squad and hitting him with a locker door.
A few people stayed, amazed.

He eyes his friend, still in the ground. His red sweater, not only red by fabric but bloody, was messy, and his sandy looking hair was cutted short. A scar of fighting with the scissors on his cheek.

Wilbur was too late, but he wouldn't let it happen again.

It took one second, and Wilbur was thrown to the wall. He hit his head, and back, and huffed.

It was had to breath for a few seconds.

The fight was fast, things happening at a tremendous speed. Although it felt slow.

The trio he was fighting against was now approaching Grian, as they thought they had taken care of Will.

They were wrong.

He recovered his strength in a few seconds and sprinted at one of the boys. The closest to his brother.

He prepared his body, as if he was gonna tackle him, and using his forearm as a force of impact, he slammed the boy to the ground, bringing down the two others and himself to the floor.

Grian watched horrified as he tried to recover forces to run and get a teacher.

He wasn't ready for this.

Wilbur stood up quickly, as did one of the boys, and the "leader"

He had knocked out one of them.

The "leader" was furious. The small crowd that was yet to leave them alone was starting to worry, and they glanced at both parties that participated in the fight.

It was a 2v1, and Wilbur wished he had his brother Techno with him. He had dropped out a year ago, and Tommy, his other brother, was yet to be in college.

He was alone, and he had to protect Grian.

He blocked a hit, and felt shivers down his spine, and he turned around to be faced with a boy with scissors in his hands about to STAB his back.