Tommyinnit Oneshots

Sixth Sense (2)

Don't look in the comments section if you don't want spoilers.

TW for the series: Swearing, graphic depictions of injury (both are in this part)

"Excuse me?" Wilbur sputtered, and Tommy's face fell. "I-I'm sorry Wilby- Wilbur, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just gonna go-" He rose quickly and began walking away but Wilbur caught his wrist. "No Tommy, it's alright. Just... Come sit."

The boy sat down hesitantly, perched on the edge of his seat. " I didn't expect that, that's all," Wilbur soothed, trying to process this.

As he waited for Tommy to calm down, trying to keep his expression open and neutral and absent-mindedly saying soothing words, he gave this a long thought.

One of two things was happening here: Tommy was an impossible feat of nature and was able to see people who have already died, and ghosts were, in fact, real, or Tommy had a mental illness and was hallucinating.

The more he thought about it, the more he decided the second option was more likely. He of course would never hold it against the kid and would try to help him, but Tommy never talked about having friends or close relationships with anyone else and hung out with the sad eighteen-year-old who played guitar in the park.

"So is that what you saw?" Wilbur asked, trying to channel his inner therapist voice so he wouldn't scare the boy.

"Yes. I saw a woman with a hole in her head like it had been smashed. She looked dazed."

Oh boy. What had this kid been through that his mind was showing him these images?

"Do you believe me?" Tommy asked suddenly, looking at Wilbur with such an earnest trust in his eyes.

"...I do. I believe that you see things. And I believe that you believe they are ghosts."

Disappointment fell over Tommy's face like a veil.

"Do I need to prove it to you?" He asked quietly after a minute.

"No Tommy, it's alright. And I need you to know that I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, and I don't think of you any differently. I fully believe you see things, I'm just not sure that what you see are ghosts."

"Well, I need to tell you something else, something you absolutely need to know. Maybe, hopefully, you'll believe me after this. Just don't... don't run away."

Wilbur silently prepared himself for whatever horror story was about to come his way, and in the back of his mind, a tiny voice was eager for Tommy to prove it. Like it wanted his ability to be real.

"Your mother..."

Wilbur took a sharp breath and tried to keep his cool. He would wait until Tommy was finished.

"I've seen her. She told me to tell you that she saw your talent show. She told you she was too busy to come see, and you were upset with her, but she was able to come. And Wilbur," tears filled Tommy's eyes, just like they were spilling out of Wilbur's. "She heard you. She saw you play your guitar and she heard you sing, and she was so, so proud of you. She wanted you to know that."

Dumbstruck. Wilbur was dumbstruck, and in shock.

"You don't have to say anything," Tommy added quietly. "We can just sit here."

So they did. Tommy sat there, heart going out to his friend who he considered a brother, and Wilbur sat there, the feelings that had overwhelmed him as a child coming back full-force. He remembered looking into the coffin and seeing his mother's serene face and wishing she would wake up, he remembered his brother Technoblade holding Wilbur while he sobbed, crying out to the world to bring his mom back. He was only seven.

Wilbur also tried to process the fact that Tommy did see dead people. Ghosts exist, and his young friend could see them and talk to them.

What horrors the boy must have witnessed.

"Can you tell her something for me?" Wilbur finally said quietly. Tommy looked at him, eyebrows coming together in sympathy. He shook his head slowly.

"She stayed to tell you that. It's what kept her here. When... When I told you, she moved on. She went wherever they go when their business here is finished."

"Oh," Wil squeaked. "That's... That's it then."

They sat in silence some more. Wilbur was the one to break it again.

"What's it like?" He asked.

"What, seeing them?"

Wilbur nodded.

"Scary. It's like... it's like they're moths in the darkness, and I'm a flicker of light. They're drawn to me. The infants, the children, the old people. Sometimes they come into my house, trying to look for me, but at the same time, they only see what they want to see. Like your mom, she saw you instead of me. She called me Wilbur, and told me how she watched you perform. It was nice. But some of them aren't nice, because some of them didn't die quietly."

He paused, and Wilbur let him take as much time as he needed to continue.

"It's loud, sometimes. They yell at me, try to grab me. Some of them are angry, and they're angry at me because I'm the only thing they can see.

"One time, there was a woman making a sandwich in my kitchen. She had a pretty pink dress on, but when she turned around, there was a big hole in it, and the front was covered in blood."

Despite the warm weather, both boys shivered. Tommy at the memory, Wilbur at the thought of the kid having to see that.

"She had dark purple bruises around her neck, and she started yelling at me for failing as a husband. She asked me if I was happy with what I'd done. If I liked choking her, hitting her, and stabbing her to death. That was two years ago. I was eight."

"Jesus Christ," Wilbur breathed, and had the urge to hug the boy. Like he could protect him from the ghosts. So he wrapped him up, hoping the warmth of his soft, yellow sweater could warm up Tommy and his cold world.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry this has happened to you."

Tommy sniffled quietly, and Wilbur felt a wet spot growing on his sweater but he didn't care. It was okay.

He let his little brother cry in his arms.

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Stop the spoilers! C'mon guys! Even if you aren't familiar with the movie this is based on and are just theorizing, your theories could be correct! Without saying which theories are correct and which aren't, I decree that all theorizing in the comments is now banned. You have ruined a good thing.

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