Let Us Adore You

Chapter 9: Here We Go...

"Put me down you asshole!" was what Tommy wished he could say; he wished he could thrash, kick, or just- scream. Fuck, anything seemed good at the moment. But he be couldn't. Wilbur really mean't he couldn't move a single muscle. All he could really do was lifelessly gaze into the cobblestone below.

Wilbur smirked. "You know Tommy, I think I like you much better like this, don't you think?" Tommy, of course, said nothing. "I'm just kidding! Don't be like that." Wilbur frowned and let out a tut, "Alright it's kinda boring like this hows about I give you your speech back ok?" The blond inwardly jumped at that. "I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't you? But if you scream it's going right back, I won't hesitate." He chuckled, "Doubt anyone would care in this part of town anyways. A bit dumb of you to settle here where you could be so easily found. You almost made it too easy!" Tommy inwardly sighed, despite his anger at Wilbur's words he knew this wasn't his battle to win; if he complied, maybe he'd get more information. "Alright, you can speak now and move your head as you please."

Tommy began the test the limits of his movement, rolling his head and blinking his eyes, which wilbur giggled at, "Why can't you just leave us alone?"

"Huh?"

"We don't want this."

"Oh Tommy, its all for the better! Even then, there's not much you can do about Tubbo. He's already turned. Heck, he wouldn't have survived any longer anyway." He said.

Tommy frowned, "The fuck do you mean he wouldn't have survived any longer?"

Wilbur stared at him like he was dumb, "He rejected your blood Tommy. In fact, he can't even digest human bloo-"

"What?"

Wilbur laughed, "Oh you don't know do you! Well, it wouldn't hurt telling you now would it? Your first feedings come from your sire silly, you can't drink human blood until -what was it?- one? Two months?"

Tommy fell silent. He could've killed Tubbo. He was trying to help for fucks sake and for what? For Tubbo to die by his hands?

"Now I know what your thinking Tommy, 'oh I could have killed Tubbo!'," Wilbur said, voice high pitched and shrill as if to imitate his, playfully. The boy would've laughed if it wasn't under these circumstances. It almost reminded him of the times both of them would joke around and have fun before any of this happened.

Wilbur cleared his throat, "But think about this, what would have happened to you? What would have happened if you continued trying to feed Tubbo your blood? You would've died child! Think of yourself for once will you?" His grip on Tommy tightened and he bit his lip, "You really could have died for fucks sake!"

"Spare me the shitty lecture Wilbur! Who got me into this situation huh? You! Both you and Philza did Wilbur, as well as Schlatt. " he snapped. God how he wished he could move and punch Wilbur right in his face. If he really cared he would have just left him alone! But no, he had to get him into this fucking mess. Wilbur opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a limo that rolled up to them. Wilbur smiled, seemingly forgetting their previous transgression.

Satisfied, half-lidded eyes met Tommy's "Looks like our rides here, are you ready? Now I enjoyed out little chat but your gonna have to go to sleep now." Tommy hissed a quiet 'fuck you' before falling into blissful sleep.

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The car door opened to reveal both Philza, Techno, and Schlatt sitting in the seats of the limo. Wilbur carefully got in and greeted the other three, plopping down into one himself and settling the two boys down.

Schlatt immediately rushed over to Tubbo, grinning ear to ear. As if he just caught a prize, he proudly took the brunette into his arms. Though that didn't last long because he noticed Tubbos ragged condition.

The blood stains on his worn clothes, his sickly appearance, and oh god the smell, it angered the fuck out of him. He growled but sat back down with the boy, gently threading his fingers through his knotted hair. He at least knew if wasn't their fault Tubbo was in such a condition. And quite frankly, he couldn't blame the kid, he didn't know. He'd let this one slide.

On the other end, Philza felt like a weight had been lifted off of him. He carefully set Tommy onto his lap before beckoning Techno over. He had an idea. "Why don't you hold him?" He suggested, Techno furrowed his brows in response.

"I dunno Phil seems kind of weird to me..." He said, confused as to why Philza  would want him of all people to carry him.

Philza laughed and before he could resist he put the blond onto his lap.
"You'll do just fine!" He teased. Techno glared at him but shifted his gaze onto the sleeping Tommy. He didn't know what to do with the kid; he began to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

Reluctantly, he curled his arms around the younger. He began to inspect the others appearance, not having gotten a chance to take in his features fully before. He snorted, he was a scrawny one.

They really chose him???

Wilbur's one thing but this fetus barely has any meat on his bones!

Boney as hell amirite?

Deadass though

Not fit for combat in any way!

Techno sighed, This was going to be a long ride. He just tried to focus himself on the boy in his lap, gently brushing the messy blond hair out of his closed eyes as they rode away.

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My laptop got yeeted, so I gotta use my phone now. Might have some errors now cause you know, having to type s u c k s on a phone.

Anyways....

[Critique in the comments would be greatly appreciated if you're comfortable with that.

To anyone who reads this, Have a nice day!]