Why Is All I Can Ask

Why Does She Want Me Back?

POV (Wilbur Soot)

After arguing for a while more Phil had calmed down. I know he is worried about me, but I said I can handle him, so I will.

I quietly opened Tommy's door to see Tommy passed out on his bed. This had been quite a day for him, it made sense he was exhausted. I comb my hands through his blond strands.

"Love you, Tommy."

Soon after I went to my room and fell asleep.

As I wake up I let out a loud groan, "Work."

Yes, I love Tommy. Do I like working more because I have to take care of him and myself? No, not in the slightest. It was absolute hell at work. Anything for Tommy though.

I'll survive.

POV (Tommy)

Dammit, my fucking neck. I drag myself to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror.

"Wow, I look like shit," I muttered with a little chuckle.

"TOMMY?!" Wilbur yells from the kitchen.

"YES WILL?!"

"WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO EAT?!"

"I'LL EAT WHATEVER YOU MAKE WILBUR!"

I hear an audible aww from the other side of the wall, but I chose to ignore it.

I walk into the kitchen to see Wilbur holding up two plates.

"I got bacon, eggs, hashbrown, and buttered bread. Is that okay with you?" Wilbur asks in a soft tone.

I flick my wrist, signaling him not to worry, "It's fine. It looks great!"

Wilbur smiles and sits down. As I sit down I look at the time on the clock.

"Will?"

Wilbur smiles at the nickname, "Yes Tommy?"

"Don't you have to work in about, like, three minutes?"

"SHIT! Thanks so much for reminding me."

"You're welcome! Bye-"

Wilbur scrambles and grabs all his things and shuts the door before I finish. Two seconds later Wilbur runs back into the house.

"Bye bye, Tommy." Wilbur hugs me tightly but leaves for work again.

I got the house to myself. I can do whatever I want. LET'S GO!

My first thought was nothing too bad, I just called Tubbo to come over to Wilbur's place.

"Wow, your apartment is pretty nice!" Tubbo says while walking around, taking the surroundings in.

"It's not really my house though, but thanks."

Tubbo stops in his tracks, "Did you break into this house?!"

"NO!"

"What do you mean by that?" Tubbo raises his eyebrow while he sits down next to me.

"There's the guy I talked about, Wilbur. Apparently he's my biological dad. My mom for some reason left me with him, so now I'm staying with him for a bit. My mom said it was permanent though..."

Tubbo just sat there staring at me, speechless.

"You don't need to say anything. It's not a big deal. Let's just change the subject," I averted my eyes from Tubbo, feeling on edge by the eye contact.

Then I got a phone call. Thank god.

"Yes? Tommy speaking?"

"I'm so sorry, my love. Mommy's got you. She's coming back to save you."

My phone drops from my hand. She had just left me at some man's house that I didn't even know, and NOW she was worried about me. Why does she want me back? I was actually starting to enjoy my time here.

I grab the phone again, and press it against my ear, "No."

I hung up and I quickly recognized the number.

It was the number that was calling me when I ran away.

POV (Wilbur Soot)

Yet another call at work, what's new? It was a number that I had never seen before.

"Hello? Do you need something?"

I hear crying on the other side of the call, and someone else trying to comfort them, "...Will..."

Godammit, it was Tommy. My heart starts racing. What was wrong? What happened?

"My mom called me...she wants me back."