Let Us Adore You

Chapter 15: Wilbur says some dumb shit

"Get dressed, were leaving in a bit." Wilbur says as he tosses Tommy some clothes, "Might not be a perfect fit but its what we got at the moment."

Tommy really couldn't believe it, he was really being allowed to leave? Even if it was under Wilbur's supervision. "Were really going outside?" He asked in disbelief.

Wilbur let out a small laugh. "Why not? Its not like you can run away anyway. You don't have any clothes of your own either and we need to buy some for you."

"If you had these already then why didn't you buy more?" He questioned. It is a bit odd they had only one pair of clothes prepared for him. Besides the clothes he slept in or wore around the house. Sleep clothes essentially.

"Can't just buy a complete set of clothes you haven't picked out yourself now can we?"

Tommy lifts the clothes up, "Then where did did you get these anyways?"

They looked slightly used, not too much but just enough to signify that somebody else had to have worn them. And it wasn't like anybody else his age had been with the coven.

Wilbur didn't answer. "Wilbur, who's fucking clothes are these? I know your ancient asses couldn't possibly have old clothes for me."

"Nobody of your concern." Wilbur said flatly.

"You killed them didn't you? You bastard you're giving me the clothes of some poor soul- boy you murdered!"

Wilbur scoffs, "He had it coming. Stop being pissy over somebody you don't know."

"How could someone possibly deserve murder you sick fuck!"

"Kid fucking molested children at parties, of course he deserved it! Thought he could get away with it because he was young and rich. You still think he didn't deserve to die?"

Tommy became silent. Wilbur was right. The man puts both his hands on Tommy's shoulders, eyes staring straight into the others. Swirling in them was something infinitely intense yet gentle at the same time.

"Look, you think we're evil because we exist, is it a crime that we want to live? You act like all humans are saints, you cling to your supposed humanity like a lifeline, like its a trophy you must keep clean and pristine, something you hold so dear to your heart. A heart that will stop beating soon." His grip on the boys shoulders tightens, "But not every human is as good as you think they are. Didn't you experience human cruelty on the very streets you used to sleep on? The orphanage you expressed so much distain for on those nights you cried into my shoulder as you spilled the torture you had to go through when you were only a toddler." His voice starts to crack, "Why do you cling onto and care for something that isn't worthwhile? Why don't you just give in?"

Tommy shoves Wilbur away. The clothes drop to the floor as he stifles a cry. "Not every human is evil Wilbur! You were once human, Technoblade was once human-," he chokes out a sob, "- Tubbo was once human. You know what I was fucking human! Even then, even then, you fucking kidnap me and expect me to accept it? For someone apparently so in the right you have no problem fucking forcing me into this shit! I was happy and you had the audacity to take that away from me. Sure we didn't live the best but it was enough for me," he sobs, fists clenched to his sides, head lowered down. His hair covering his eyes. He whispers, "It was enough for me."

"Shut up."

"What?"

"Just shut up!" Tommy lips immediately snapped shut. The boy immediately began to try to speak, but his mouth wouldn't open. No matter how hard he tried to pry his lips open nothing would come of it. Wilbur laughs bitterly. "And you know what? Leave! I can't deal with this shit right now." So Tommy does, unwillingly. Walking out of the room and giving one last glare to the man with a river of tears running down his face before picking up his pace and running out of sight.

It's silent in the room as Wilbur stands, unmoving, fists still clenched and eyes full of bubbling fury. He stayed like this, still as a statue, for a couple of minutes before his anger turned into overwhelming regret. His shoulders slumped and his fists unfolded. Tears began to fall down the mans face. Wiping them from his cheeks he thinks, 'What have I done?'

Wilbur runs out of the room with one destination in mind.

He had to fix this.

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Ooh p a i n. Don't worry there will be fluff next chapter, I think.

Besides that hope you enjoyed this (albeit a bit short) chapter. And as per usual, wherever you are, have a nice day/night!