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A/N: Okay, I'm gonna be completely honest with you guys, this chapter is trash in my opinion. I wrote it poorly and it's absurdly short, but, I said I'd update at least every Saturday, so that's what I'm gonna do.
It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Phil, he just didn't know how. How could he explain what had happened? How could he explain all of the things he had experienced? Words entered his mind but none of them seemed to fit what he was trying to say, what he needed to say.
"I- I don't want to go there," he managed. Phil's brow furrowed, probably trying to figure out the vague statement.
"Oh!" the man exclaimed, understanding crossing his features. "Um, how about- how about you don't go, but you give me a- a list of- a list of things that you might need or want," he offered "And then I'll get it, and if you realize you're missing something, we could go back or go shopping for it." Wilbur nodded hesitantly, trying not to think about all the ways this plan could go wrong. Phil gave him a small smile, then turned around in his seat and started to drive back.
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Phil was worried about Wilbur, which was nothing new, of course. He had constantly been concerned about the man ever since he had gone missing, even more so now that he was awake. At least when he was unconscious they knew how bad it was, they knew that he might not make it, they knew that it was out of their hands. Now, all the pressure was on him, it was on him to help Will, to help him get better.
He didn't know what to do. Heck he didn't even know exactly what had happened to Wilbur in the first place. Glancing in the mirror, Phil watched as the man scribbled down various items onto the piece of paper. Averting his gaze, he looked back out at the road. They were almost back home.
Once they got there, Wilbur passed the sheet to him, and unsteadily climbed out. After making sure he got in safely, Phil drove towards Will's house, list in hand.
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Tommy couldn't focus on his classes. Big surprise, right? Who could focus on learning after everything that had happened? It felt like he was drowning. Each new thing that he had to worry about adding another weight to his chest. Soon he wouldn't be able to tread water anymore. Tapping his desk anxiously, he stared at the clock as if he could will it to move faster. He just wanted someone he could talk to about it. Tubbo or Ranboo, maybe even both. Even then, they probably wouldn't understand. It just wasn't the same. No one truly understands someone else's situation, even if they are/were in similar ones.
Ring! Letting out a sigh of relief, Tommy exited the classroom, and then, eventually, the school. Once he got outside, it felt like he could breathe again. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy school, it was just that sometimes it was all a bit much. With streaming, making videos, practicing for various events, and just playing for fun, adding schoolwork just made it so much more overwhelming. Well, that's life as a teenager, he supposed.
Kinda random but would you guys be interested in a platonic ship fic for Ranboo and Tubbo? It would be pretty angsty, but not in a gross way or anything. There would obviously be zero smut and would be more like two best friends than romantic partners. Idk I just got struck by inspo today and yeah. Also I'm willing to do Q/A if you want, I'd prob put the answers in the next chapter.
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Tainted Perception | Wilbur Soot Angst (ORIGINAL)
Fanfiction(ORIGINAL) Wilbur was dead, simple as that. It was a bit lonely, being in that train station, but it wasn't terrible. Then the impossible happened, he woke up. It wasn't real. How could it not be real? How could all of the things he had experienced...
