Assassin || Tommyinnit

chapter vii

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Wilbur wanted to just build a time machine, go back to two days ago, and stop himself from making one of the biggest mistakes he's ever made.

Even that would be easier than dealing with the guilt he woke up to this morning.

What was he thinking?

Or the real question was, why wasn't he thinking.

Why wasn't he thinking about all the cons of what he did?

All the effects?

Even the fucking guilt.

It was painful. So painful.

He'd messed up, he knew. His first course of action was to get rid of the song he'd published.

He deleted the video, deleted the recordings, reported all the covers of the song.

He was now in a full panic, what would Tommy think of him?

Unlike Techno or Phil, Wilbur tried to be there for him.

Not as hard as he should have, but enough to say hi to him in the hallways whenever they crossed paths, to lend the boy his guitar whenever he wanted it, to play his music, loud enough to the point where he knew it could be heard between the walls and into his brothers room.

So now what was Tommy going to think?

Tommy was gonna think he was a monster, he was gonna lose even the smallest thread of a relationship he once had with the dead boy.

With the dead boy.

His heart panged for Techno. Thinking about how Techno would have actually had to see the corpse of his little brother.

Laying there.

Motionless.

The thought made Wilbur's stomach flip.

Techno had said there had been blood, hadn't he?

Wilbur pulled up the article to find his exact words.

He'd never actually seen this article before, the words coming from his older brother about his younger brother's death were enough for Wilbur to never want to hear those words again.

But here he was, facing his fears, and opening that god-awful article.

And it was for the most sadistic reason ever.

He needed to know whether there was blood or not.

Needed to know if the death was a painful death, or a quick death.

Yet, as his eyes scanned down the article. and scanned it yet again, he could feel his face paling.

What had the first guard meant, when he said there was no... body?

Wilbur slammed the article to the table, and left his room.

He needed to know what happened.

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Techno sat on his chair, reading a book.

Not quite reading.

He was just intensely staring at the pages.

He couldn't bring himself to actually read the words on the page, he felt exhausted.