Blow Me Out Of Proportion(TNT DUO)

Lets Shred Him Into Pieces

Welcome to this chapter besties, questionable name isn't it? - Tyrese

CW- implied abuse, mention of death and suicide, swearing and emotional manipulation. Also idk if I need a warning for this but narocalepsy? Idk how to spell it honestly,
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"Tommy what do we do with him?" Wilbur asked, staring at the man who he was still injured and needing of fixing up. He bad rubbing alcohol, glazes and bandages. Wilbur wished he could tell Niki, but she'd even refuse to help him.

"Shred him into pieces!" Tommy announced, seemingly serious.

"But he came here for a reason," Wilbur looked at the man puzzled. He had no interest in him. But why would he be here? There's no reason he wouldn't be here if he didn't need it, right?

"Well we just shred him into... Big pieces?" Tommy didn't want him here. He hated him more than anyone he was sure of it. He also hated the fact Wilbur thought he didn't know what they did during the war.

"We're not shredding him into pieces!"
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Quackity passing out on the front lawn of Wilburs country was not expected at all, but here they were. His wings hadn't been fallen on, thank god. He slumped down like a defeated kid. On his knees, about to pray to what ever god that would listen.

But this time he was asleep. And Tommy still shot his arrow. And since he slumped down the arrow didn't go to the shoulder like he intended, it went straight into his wings.

Wilbur didn't care for the man, but he was thinking about how bad this would look for his country. A man being shot in his wings by his countries leader..that wouldn't do. Philza, the god he was had wings. Techno was a hybrid. Tubbo and Ranboo, no they didn't live there but they were both hybrids.

Specifically, Tubbo was a hybrid with nukes.

So no, no one could see this.

"Tommy you idiot!" Wilbur scolded him before jumping down the hillside and running over to the passed out, injured man. Wilbur was sure that he wasn't dead. He could feel his ragged breathing on his arms since he threw the man over him like a potato sack.

His wings was bleeding awfully fast, probably because they were injured and poorly wrapped up before. Wilbur knew schlatt wouldn't have let him go around hurt like that. Schlatt would've fixed them. They were married after all.

"I just did what you told me to do!" Tommy scolded back, but the hint of nervousness let everyone know he wasn't sure.

"You don't shoot someone in the wings, Tommy. Don't you remember what happened to you?" Wilbur was referring to when Tommy was a kid, or teenager. Tommy didn't remember.

"I, you don't get to talk about that Wilbur" Tommy had tears welling up in his eyes that he tried his best to contain. Thank god he did.

"I do. And now you've shot someone in the wings in a country full of winged people. You know, people don't take to kindly to that" Wilbur smiled coldly at him, the hint of crazy in his eyes that he hadn't lost since the first time he was alive.

"But he's a trait-" Tommy had started,

"But he's a traitor. I was a traitor Tommy, look at where I am! Yeah he's a bigger traitor and liar than I am but, you've just shot him in the wings" Wilbur mimicked part of Tommy and went back to his slightly unstable state. Tommy just stared.

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal!" He admitted into the air and Wilbur had the urge to just throw him. He didn't know where, but just somewhere. How did he not think this was a big deal? It could ruin him. His image. His life. Did Tommy not think that was a big deal?