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Tw-food, blood + burn mentions, not eating enough

WILBUR!"

He gasped and shot awake, eyes wide, breathing heavily.

He'd had a dream, it was important. He furrowed his brows and tried to cling to it, but it was already gone. Now he just had a pit growing in his stomach.

"Will? Are you alright?" Tubbo questioned, hovering right above him upside down. Tommy poked his arm next. Harshly. "Don't do that again or I'll fucking kill you, dumbass!"

Wilbur blinked and took in his surroundings. This was a rather... Sudden awakening, to put it lightly. He was laying in his bed, the contents of their aid kit strewn across his bed. He could see Phil and Techno asleep in chairs near his bed, while Ranboo and Scott were no where in the room.

Tommy looked where he was looking. "The end to a shit story, and the oversized creeper are making food."

"He knows how to cook and he's royalty." Tubbo grinned.

Tommy smacked him. "Gold digger."

Tubbo just cackled and flew out of the room and downstairs. They heard a large crash, followed by two screams, and a gleeful laugh.

Wilbur stared at the door for a moment before sighing and looking away. "Alright. What happened?"

Tommy dropped onto his bed and shrugged. "Scott said you passed out and brought you to your room. Got you fixed up with splash potions and shit. Y'know that was a pretty sick cut on your forehead, but only the one on your hand will stay. It was fucking stupid how you got it though, and you call me the child." He brought his left knee up to his chest and rested his head on it.

Wilbur scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up, you overgrown baby." He glanced at his hand, seeing the pink scar standing out against his skin. It almost looked to him like the cut from a sword.

Tommy didn't say anything for his defense, which caused Wilbur to look up at him with a questioning eyebrow.

"You were out for three days." The boy stated blankly.

Wilbur's eyes widened. "Three days?!"

"Yeah. Things have sorta gone to shit since then." He grimaced.

"What do you mean?"

"Just, everything is going wrong."

Phil began to stir, Techno soon following. Tommy stood up and began walking out. "You can find out what I mean by yourself."

Wilbur frowned. When the boy shut his door, Techno and Phil woke with a snap, both pulling out an axe and a sword respectively.

"Uhhh, he-" He had an axe at his throat before he could finish his sentence. "Woah, hey now, I may be half ghost but that will injure me."

Techno took a moment and a deep breath, before lowering the weapon. Phil spoke up. "Sorry 'bout that, mate. How you doing?" He asked gently.

Wilbur shrugged. "Fine, but why did Tommy said everything's been bad since I've passed out? Do you all miss me that much?" He teased.

The pair grew serious and looked between each other for a moment. "C'mon. We should go downstairs." Techno finally grunted out.

Wilbur frowned and tilted his head, but followed the two as they walked, floating carelessly, a few inches off the ground.

They made it downstairs, and he stopped in his tracks. He stared at Ranboo in front of him.

His skin had turned white all the way up to his elbow, and was fading further and further up to his shoulder. On his right, some skin seemed to be flaking off, white spots showing up once the blood had been cleaned. He had nasty burns from his blood staining his skin, and his eyes were dead. He yawned, and gave a half hearted wave. He was sat in a chair at the table, and struggled to even lift his hand.

Tubbo hovered over to him. "Don't look him in the eyes, it actually angers him now." He pointed to a scabbed over cut going from his left temple to the bottom of his jaw.

Wilbur's eyes widened. "Holy shit."

Tubbo nodded. "I poisoned him back." He shrugged.

"Why didn't you get it healed?"

"Oh, we ran out of healing and regen potions, and our brewing stands broke." Tubbo shrugged again. "We can't go out to get things to make more right now, there's a really bad blizzard. Everything we find is dead and rotting. Our bees even died, even though they are warm and well cared for. Like everything is decaying. Even the plants." His tone grew saddened as he remembered his bees and his newly planted flowers. "My brethren." He whispered loudly.

Wilbur looked at Tubbo strangely for a moment before responding. "That's... Strange." He tapped a finger to his chin. "How much food do we have left?"

"Enough for some days, then one of us will have to go out." Scott interjected, placing seven plates at the table. The food portions were small, but still enough. Wilbur understood they were trying to conserve food.

Tommy grumbled about wanting more but otherwise ate in silence. Tubbo followed, tossing bits of his food into the air, diving after them and catching them. Eventually Tommy started throwing them for him. Needless to say, Tubbo crashed into multiple things.

Techno and Phil murmured amongst themselves, eating peacefully as they ignored the familiar chaos around them. After a few moments they brought Scott into their little huddle, and Will could only assume they were talking about the current problems at hand.

Ranboo picked at his food here and there, grabbing a small little tree of broccoli and making it last what Will was certain was at least five minutes.

Wilbur sighed and shook his head, beginning to munch on his own food now. Things really had gone to shit.