Mcyt Oneshots

Wash My Mouth Out with Soap

Warnings: past child abuse, arguements, comfort at the end, soap???

Mkay, so Tommy's adopted and whenever he said a bad word or "I hate you" or "screw you" he got his mouth washed out (in the past).....see where this is going?

Tommy POV

"I Hate You!"

That was the moment he knew he fucked up. Wilbur didnt seem too phased by the sentence, mostly cause this was a stupid fight, but he did falter a bit.

But Tommy wasnt focused on that, instead he coudlnt believe those words just escaped his mouth. Did he really just say that? Why did he say that?! He didnt hate will, he was just upset! Is he in trouble now?! Was that the last straw with them.....are they gonna....no he cant think like that, right? Nah, who the fuck is he kidding, he needs to fix this now. Right Now

He pushed away from his spot next to Wilbur, dashing for the bathroom and locking it behind himself. He heard running from the other side, and a bit of panting before banging on the door.

"Toms! It's okay! Your fine, please -just- open the door....please?!" He called though the door. Z

He didnt focus on Will. He couldnt. He had yelled at his brother, and if anybody from his past taught him anything, he needed to be punished.

He started looking though the drawers, pulling out a bar of soap. He heard Will still yelling from the other side, trying to break the door down before he did anything. He wet the soap real quick, preparing for what would happen.

He brought the soap to his mouth, and started scrubbing his mouth with it. He felt tears stung in his eyes at the horrid taste. Sobs racked his body as he continued before throwing the bar in the sing and lowering himself onto the floor.

Suddenly, the door broke open, the lock busting off. Will rushed in, looking around sporadically before his eyes landed on Tommy. "Oh Toms....." he breathed. Wilbur rushed away, before returning with a cup of water. "Here, drink this, it might help get the taste out of your mouth" he whispered, landing it to Tommy's before checking the box to see if it was toxic or not. It wasnt.

Tommy drank, but it didnt work. He whimpered at the taste, a reminder of what just happened. "C,mon, let's brush your teeth" Wilbur says softly, picking him up by his shoulders and leaning him by the sink.

Tommy brushed and scrubbed his teeth with his toothbrush, ridding his mouth of the horrid taste. When he finished, Wilbur led him away, grabbing his phone and sitting Tommy in his bed.

"Just relax,Toms, Dad and Tech will be home soon, just sleep" he murmured, texting who he guessed was their family. So Tommy slept, he was exhausted.....so sleeping wasn't an issue.

When he awoke, Will was asleep at his side, Techno was asleep at the foot of his bed all curled up, and Phi-Dad was asleep on the chair. He felt better with family there. He felt better knowing Will wasnt mad. He felt better in general, but still tired.

He go back to sleep, and when he awoke, theyd fight his problems together...

Word Count: 552

Short but yknow, I'm getting back to the swing of things