TommyInnit One Shots

Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me

Hey, so I've been gone a while, but here I am lol. I've been looking at some of my old stuff and I realized I have a lot of Part two's and three's to catch up on, I also have drafts of much longer chapters in the works that were never finished, so hopefully I can get to those soon, but take this in the meantime.

Also, I'm sure you all know by now, I write a lot of angst in mostly every story I create, so take this as a rare chapter. In other words,

This chapter is a crack fic and it is by far the most chaotic thing I've ever written, good luck.

Nobody's POV:

Wilbur did not ask for any of this shit, thank you very much.

He had just been curious, worried even, like a perfectly normal, protective brother should be, and hey, it's honestly more Tommy's fault anyways. Disappearing randomly, sneaking back into the house at ungodly hours of the night. What? Did Tommy think he'd just ignore that behavior completely?

Wilbur had just been curious as to where Tommy goes during the night, silent, and dressed in black like a god damn ninja. And he knows with everything in him that if he asked, Tommy would lie until he lost his voice. So, this was the only way, you see?

And what was the harm in doing a bit of sneaking around, huh? It was for his brother's own good anyways.

Problem is, he's recently discovered he's not the only one who's not blind to Tommy's endeavors.

So when he opens the backseat to Tommy's little run down red truck hoping to simply and secretly catch a ride to wherever Tommy goes when he leaves at night, the last thing he expects to see is Techno staring back at him.

Techno was partly covered in a dark blanket, he stared up at Wilbur in silence.

Wilbur froze and stood there for a long moment realizing this was the stupidest idea he's ever had. Techno seemed to be having this same realization also, and he was sure that in moments they would both be shooting into action and scurrying back into the house.

But then he heard the front door click open and he was flying into the backseat and shutting the door behind him before he could even think better of it.

So that's how he got here, covered in some old, frizzy blanket with Techno in the backseat of his youngest brother's vehicle. Said brother who was currently dressed in solid black and driving to who knows where.

So, yeah? Forgive him for being a little over it.

As the truck made turns and swerves he could do nothing but stare at Techno with wrath from underneath this stupid blanket.

Techno stared back with indifference and amusement and that only angered Wilbur further. He was seconds away from throwing the blanket off and getting out of the damn truck, consequences be damned, but then... they stopped moving.

No one moved, the hidden brothers held their breath, suddenly aware of how much easier it was to make noise without the accompaniment of the loud engine.

They sat there for what seemed like forever in silence, until finally the passenger door opened and they almost jumped at Tommy's voice.

Almost.

"Hey, big man, did you bring it?"

"Yes, of course I did, you would throw a fit if I didn't. I still don't know why you insist on this thing in particular, there are a lot of better options."

Wilbur and Techno met eyes at the sound of Tubbo's voice, shit, they truly were overthinking this shit. Tommy was just meeting up with Tubbo. Wilbur should've known.