Let Us Adore You

Chapter 14: Back to Normal

Tommy's eyes flutter open as he rouses from his slumber. His tired eyes make out a blurry face that slowly morphs into a clear image of Wilbur as they adjust to the world around him.

Wilbur gives him a warm smile,  "Finally up are you?" He teases.

'Wilbur? why the fuck is Wilbur here?' He thinks. It's then he notices the mans arms are around him, did he get all soft with this asshole? Tommy's face begins heats up in a combination of anger and embarrassment.

"Get the fuck off of me you creep!" He shrieks, violently pushing himself out of Wilbur's arms and somehow managing to knee Wilbur straight in the balls as he tumbles right off the bed and onto the floor.

Wilbur's face contorts into one of pure agony, his breath violently escaping his lungs as he rolls on his side. Hands immediately clutching onto his battered region. "I was just trying to be nice, why must you hurt me so?" He cries, voice drowned in a pained wheeze.

"Collateral damage," Tommy flatly says as he gets up from the floor.

"I liked you better when you were sick," Wilbur wheezes out.

Tommy rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, "Well bitch I like me better when i'm not sick," his brows then furrow and his eyes shift to Wilbur's, "Wait, I was sick?" He asks. Tommy remembered nothing, everything was a blur, he couldn't seem to wrack his brain for the information of however long he was fucked up. It kind of scared him.

"I'll tell you if you promise to not be such a little goblin." Wilbur snidely remarks. Tommy glares at him. "Fine, I will tell you you're just in time for a healthy dose of nutrition," he cheerfully informs.

The blood immediately drains from Tommy's face. "I-i'm not hungry," he stammers but is immediately betrayed by his stomach which rumbles loudly. Tommy curses, "You fucking heard nothing."

"No, no, Tommy I believe I did hear something." Wilbur says, voice saccharine sweet.

"Please, c'mon Wilbur can't we postpone it or something," Tommy pleads.

Wilbur wags his finger playfully, "No can do child, it's Phil's blood anyways, you're fine," Wilbur then frowns and tilts his head, as if in thought, "But I wonder how you'll do after you need actual humans to survive," Wilbur smirks, "I wonder how far you'll fall from your-," he gestures wildly, "-Shitty, squishy, oh so human ideals of what's right and wrong after you experience your first hunt."

Tommy shudders. Hunt? The fuck is that supposed to mean? He really didn't even want to know.

Even more, he realized how Wilbur can go from playful to creepy in the blink of an eye. No, how they're all so sweet but how they are still monsters. How he actually feels comfortable with them until moments like these come along.

What will come of him as time goes on? Will he eventually become like them? He needs to figure how to get out of here quickly.

Tommy sighs, "Lets just get this over with."

Wilbur smiles, playfully elbowing the boy in the shoulder, "That's the spirit!" He says as he leads Tommy out of the door.

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The fridge was stacked with clear plastic bags filled to the brim with blood. Guess they really were prepared.

The only thing preventing Tommy from feeling nauseous at the sight was the knowledge that it wasn't human blood, at least most of it. Along with something he would never admit to himself, that it was delicious.

It tasted absolutely delectable and his mouth watered at the thought of the blood seeping onto his tongue. He hated that he felt that way with every fiber of his being.

Reluctantly, he grabs one of the bags and inspects it. There was no opening to be found.

"How the fuck am I supposed to drink this?" Wilbur didn't answer. Tommy turned around and asked again, "How am I-" his eyes caught a flash of silver coming towards him. Before he could even comprehend what was going on his arm immediately raised itself to catch a tapered stainless steel straw. The sharp point wasn't even an inch from puncturing his eye,"What the hell Wilbur, you trying to kill me!" Tommy shrieks.

Wilbur just walks up to him and ruffles his hair, "Of course not! just testing your reflexes. And might I say they're coming in quite nicely. Makes me wonder what ability you'll get."

Tommy slaps Wilbur's hand away, "Ability?" He asks as he walks to the table, settling down one of the chairs. Wilbur plops down into of his own. "Like the one you have?"

"Yes."

"What ability does si-Philza have?" Tommy asks as he stabs the straw through the bag and begins drinking its contents. Tommy inwardly sniggers, the forbidden Caprisun.

It was still fresh in his memory when the man rendered him hopeless by literally lifting his body off of the ground. It was only natural he wanted to know what power his sir- Philza had.

"He can control blood."

Tommy spits out a some of his drink in shock. He ignores the part of himself that's sad to see the blood go to waste, "what?" That didn't even remotely make any sense. How could the man fucking lift people like some fucking person with telekinesis by only being able to control blood? "Then how the fuck was he able to lift me?"

Wilbur chuckles, "Yeah, he can do some crazy stuff with it. But that's for him too explain because I have absolutely no idea."

Silence falls between the two as Tommy finishes his meal. Now that he thinks about it, Where is Philza? He hasn't seen Technoblade around either. Its not like he misses them or anything, he's just curious.

"Where are the others?"

"Business." Wilbur smiles, "So its just you and me for today."

"So it's gonna be a horrible day."

"Not entirely."

"How is a day with you gonna be any good?"

Wilbur pouts, "And I was just about to take you shopping. Are you saying you don't want to leave for a bit?"

Tommy freezes. Shopping? A chance to get out of this wretched house? A chance to see the outside world? He immediately backtracks.

"Maybe a day with you wont be so bad."

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Hng, too much social interaction. Parties are draining. That is all I have to say.

Other than that, hope you enjoyed this chapter. And as per usual, wherever you are, have a nice day/night.