𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 ~ Revivebur x Reader

Chapter 11

chapter 11 ig

꧁Wilbur. Wilbur wanted to see you꧂

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Your POV

You blinked, the room was silent. Dead silent.

So quiet that all you could hear were the the deep breath's coming in and out

of your chest, and the silent whirl of the air conditioning.

Tommy stared at you.

But not just any regular stare.

It was the state he gave people trying to plead his innocence, or something stupid like that.

you huffed. Looking down at the 16 year old.

shakily muttering, "h-how did you know i was... *gulp* here.." you breathed out. Pulling and picking at the strands of your hair.

Tommy shook his head slowly, "Word spreads i guess.."

The grip on your head tightened, your panicky behavior turned into rage.

"Ranboo"

Tommy glanced up.

"Ranboo told you." You growled through bared teeth.

His eyes widened sharply, his lips twitching slightly. And his arms strapped to his side.

"i-i-i..." he mumbled

A smirk edged your cheeks.

"So it was him.."

Tommy nodded slowly, looking to the window, bright colors of the rising sun illuminated the room slightly.

"We should really got see wilbur..." Tommy tugged the side of your sweater uncomfortably.

You swatted him away, beginning your way to the window

"where are you going.? you don't know the way.-?"

you glared his way, climbing out of the window.

He hesitantly followed you out the window, landing on the dusty road.

"Alright Tom, take me to Wilbur." You piped up, dusting off your shorts.

He shot you a pleased, yet relieved look. Beckoning you to follow....

.......

You groaned , your feet hurt from walking so much .

"are we almost there, tommy?" you muttered, a slight growl slurred through your words.

Tommy did seem a bit lost.

"Uh, i think so.."

"We are going in circles" You squinted "Look we passed this tree five times.."

"sorry.. i'm bad with directions.."

"then how did you know where to go during exil-"

You were cut off by distant yelling

"Woah. what's going on over there..?" Tommy said putting a finger on his chin.

You shrugged. Glancing at the stressed teen.

"Guess we are taking a detour then." You smirked, grabbing the teens forearm and dragging him through the tall forest grass.

....

So it turns out that running towards the sounds of what seemed like divorced parents is a bad idea.

because it was.