SBI oneshots

living room couch

A/N -- uhm hello. I left this book for 4 months hehe. but heres a second chapter! yay! i do have another oneshot being written at the moment so you might have another soon (wow not me actually being motivated) anyway, this one isnt big, but its still a lot longer than the first chapter so enjoy :)

Hello there. it's been a month since the A/N you just read. turns out, I'm an idiot and thought I published this 💀 spoiler: I didn't. so here it is.

TW: panic attack

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Wilbur was not okay.

The walls loomed over him, taunting, teasing. The room seemed to spin, yet he was cowered on the ground. Wilbur faintly felt a painful pinching feeling at his scalp, and vaguely realised his hands were clutching at his hair erratically. Breathing laboured and eyes wide, Will heard 3 sharp raps at the door.

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Techno didn't bother waiting for a response he knew wouldn't come. He let himself in. His eyes were focused on Wilbur curled up on the floor, but he simultaneously noted the unruly state of the room. Blankets and furniture were strewn across the expanse of space. It looked as though a couple strings on Will's guitar had snapped in the mayhem. That could be fixed later.

Techno approached slowly, making certain that Will had seen him. Gently crouching down, Techno pried Wilbur's hands from his hair to reveal crescent-shaped marks beading with blood. Will's eyes fixated on Techno to ground him in the present and Techno held his hands open as his breathing slowed.

Neither knew how long they stayed there for, but eventually both rose from the ground and made their way to the living room. The couch beckoned to them enticingly. A few moments later they were snuggled close, Techno with a good book and Wilbur with Techno's peachy hair.

Both heads snapped to the door as it creaked open. A tired-looking Tommy stood in the doorframe, rubbing sleep from his eyes blearily and clutching a blanket in one hand. Wilbur open one arm invitingly in a gesture implying a hug. Tommy shuffled over to his older brothers, clambering onto the couch to settle on the other side of Wilbur.

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Philza Minecraft came downstairs to a surprise that morning. huddled in front of the burnt-out fireplace were all three of his sons, on the living room couch.

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have a good one        - Jane