Blow Me Out Of Proportion(TNT DUO)

8:40pm?

Haha that funny moment when your enemy has a sword to your throat, also I couldn't decide on a song so you can completely ignore the one I put until I find a good one (meaning if it's freeze your brain by heathers at the time you're reading this, you can ignore it)
CW and TW - bad eating habits, implied abuse(?) , guns
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Wilbur's eyes averted to Tommy, who seemingly was frozen in fear or realization. Wilbur couldn't tell which, he was glad for the fact.

His sword still hadn't faltered from the younger, who wasn't going to back down either. His will was stronger than one would ever suspect when he was disrespected, or just hurt. He'd hope no one would know he was hurt.

"What are you doing Wil?" Tommy asked, dropping the wheel chair in a corner by the door and proceeding to walk closer to the the man. Wilbur kept his eyes on Quackity, not faltering once at Tommy's presence.

"I'm doing nothing, nothing at all" Wilbur acted like he was blind. Tommy scoffed and chose to stare at his brother instead of looking at the man across from him who had a clear advantage.  A gun would fire, if you're shot in the heart you can't necessarily cut someone head off.

"I was gone for ten minutes Wil-" Tommy started, face filled with more annoyance than sadness. It was there though, just not as prevalent.

"Well he was an asshole in those ten minutes" Wilbur shouted clearly unhinged during the situation.

"Enough for you to pull a sword out?" Tommy asked a rhetorical question yet Wilbur took it literally.

"Enough for me to pull a sword out" He shouted, clearly not phasing Tommy. His shouting did phase Quackity, his hands were shaking but nonetheless he kept his hand up. Not trying to die that day, no matter how appealing it seemed.

"Well, don't you still have to show him around town, yeah?"

".. I, yeah, I do" Wilbur didn't have the energy to correct the fact he was not getting a town tour, but a house one. He didn't have much energy at all. This sword felt like it weighed more than him.

"And why won't you?" Tommy questioned, looking down on him like a disapproving mother instead of an angry little brother, who just wanted a sense of normalcy back into his life. Quackity almost faltered at his words. He'd barely had a childhood, but at least he got a few years.

This kid hadn't gotten a day.

"Because if I put this sword down he's gonna shoot me, and Tommy I'm not coming back this time" Wilbur's voice faltered towards the end of the sentence, many had heard things about his limbo. It was described as horrid, leaving an incredible amount of distaste in your mouth when it was described.

A lonesome train station that stopped for no one, not even the soul it was torturing.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, just talk to him" Quackity couldn't help but roll his eyes at the banter, they acted like he wasn't even there.

"Why won't you?" Wilbur complained like a school child before he had a distasteful smirk on his mouth. Quackity felt like screaming, but he bit his tongue.

"Oh, I see. Well, if he does kill me I'd hope he wouldn't use fireworks"
That was the last straw.

His Tubbo, his son. He didn't mean to have him killed. He never meant for it to turn out this way, he just wanted what was best for his son but in that process he had gotten him killed.

His child, his son.

Without thinking, the sound of a bullet going through the wall (much to Quackity annoyance, he was hoping to hit him somewhere vital. But he missed, of course he did. )