3... Familiar

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Tommy POV

We made it home, atleast I can remember this place. Wilbur led me to my room, then sat down with me.

"So you remember this place?" Wil asked.

"Mhm. Do you sleep in here too?" I asked, I genuinely don't remember.

Wilbur looked like he was thinking for a second, then smiled. "Yeah! I sleep in the bed next to the window, that's why theres two."

"Oh! I completely forgot that, sorry." I apologized.

"You don't need to be sorry, it isn't your fault." Wilbur looked to the side.

"Who's fault is it?" I tilt.

"Mine. I—.. I should've looked out for you more, and now you don't know me." He had tears in his eyes.

"It isn't your fault Wilbur." I sighed, smiling. "You're silly." I giggled.

"H-Huh?" He looked surprised.

"Karl told me, it was my fault, not yours!" I smiled, he looked at me with widened eyes.

"What?" I questioned.

"I— I could've.." He was whispering to himself, like the boy was on the verge of a panic attack.

Why is he like this? What happened?

"T-Tommy.. I'm so sorry." He started crying into his hands, why does he cry so much?!

"Why?! What happened??" I was so confused.

"I tried to kill myself.. Just cause I thought you wouldn't m-make it.. Now i'm thinking what If I did die.. And you were still alive." He sobbed.

I thought about it for a second, "That'd be okay!" I smiled.

Wilbur took his hands off his face and turned angry, "What?"

"What? I wouldn't remember you so it'd be fine!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?! So you'd just be fine if I were dead." He seethed

"I wouldn't know you?!" I retaliated.





Wilbur POV


I can't handle Tommy right now-- can he just shut up?

"You really think Karl or Techno wouldn't tell you.?" I tried to calm down.

"I.. mm." He had nothing to say.

"Exactly. Do you realize how shitty that is."

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Wilbur."


Oh


Really?


"Actually?.."


"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be..?" He said.

"Oh. Well, our old fights never end like that." I'm genuinely surprised.

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