Dsmp One Shots

Achilles Come Down - Wilbur/Phil - Hurt/Comfort

Tw// Attempted Suicide, Neglectful Parents, Descriptions of feeling useless and wanting to commit, Descriptions of overstimulation, intrusive type thoughts, and shock, Minor swearing

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Wilbur is standing at the ledge that he kept finding himself visiting, not being able to keep himself away. No one really seemed to care where he kept slipping off to, in fact no one seemed to care at all. Throughly alone. Useless. He felt like nothing. Finally, he decides to take his last visit to that inevitable ledge, staring off as his mind creates unneeded scenarios that make him want to end everything even faster. Though he's caught in his moment of vulnerability by none other then Phil, his "dad," if you could even call him that.

Phil was never there in Wilbur's childhood and he was despised by his son. He was the reason Wilbur had to grow up so quickly, the reason he had to take Tommy under his wing at such a young age, the reason he was under so much stress. He tried so hard to be something to his father, but he could never reach his expectations. It made sense for him to feel so worthless, it all went back to him. Yet there he is, trying to stop him from disappearing and getting out of his life for good. It just didn't make sense.

The hybrid stands a few feet away, looking worriedly at his son, wings twitching with anxiety as he takes a deep breath and starts, "...Wil...what are you doing?..."

The younger struggles to make a response through his tears, "Why do you care what I'm doing? You never did," He aims each word at him with a tone to make it feel as if they're all insults specifically made to hurt his father. He remains still facing out to the ledge without even glancing back at Phil who takes a few steps towards his kin.

"Wilbur, listen to me, I know it's hard right now. I know you're upset, but you can get past it. You just have to step away from the edge."

"I can hear you getting closer...just...leave me alone, will you?" Wilbur asks as he finally looks over his shoulder to glare at Phil with a tearstained face, "You were never there for me before so don't even try to start now."

The older sighs, "Son, I'm sorry, I know I should've been better but at the time I really couldn't...but I'm better now...and I want to help. I know what you're going through, believe me I do, I've done the exact same thing and I know that you're going to regret this decision if you go through with it...please...step away from the edge," He gives a pleading look, seeming so scared yet his voice sounds so so convincing. Words causing Wilbur to stare for a moment before facing back out to the ledge, looking under him and trying to listen to the voice that calls him to leave instead of the better one behind him.

"You don't know anything. You don't know anything about me and how I feel. You don't care about me. Stop pretending." Wilbur chokes on his tears, bringing his hands up to the sides of his head to cover his ears as if every sound in the world was blowing up next to him, starting to spiral again.

Phil takes a few more quiet steps, "Wil, I do. I know it's hard right now, I know it feels like that's the only option but it isn't. I promise it isn't. Please son, I can help, I want to help. All you have to do is get back from the edge. It will get better, I know it does, I can promise you it'll get better...but you have to make the choice. You have to make the choice to get better. You just have to take a few steps back..."

Wilbur responds with screams so loud his voice can only get raw afterwards, "STOP. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE." He chokes out more tears, his sobs being the loudest thing for miles and the sounds just hurting him more. In the panic he grips tighter against his ears, pulling his hair so hard it looks as if it could rip out, the feeling only hurting and causing him to fall deeper into the pit of emotions.