Stealing Secrets

Too Close

By the time the boys fell asleep, (which wasn't long) Wilbur got up. He crept past them sleeping peacefully and out the door. The hallway was dark and the stairs were barely visible. "I need a flashlight if I want to at least make it down the stairs." He whispered to himself. Wilbur went through the drawers in search of something that made light. "Wait, I can just use my phone. God, I am not going to survive." Wilbur quietly whispered. He grabbed his phone and crept out the door. If you asked him, he wouldn't admit it, but he was terrified. The place was cold, it was dark and quiet. If he was in a movie, everyone would expect a jump-scare, like he did right now. Once he found his way out the door, he bolted to the woods. He ran through the trees, branches slamming him in the face. He was following the path barely visible on the ground. Finally, he saw the familiar opening in the woods. The house.

It looked the same as it did before. It wasn't tampered, no one seemed to have looked through it, it was normal. He walked around, shining the light on the path with foot prints scattered around. Then he realized, if he found different kind of footprints, he could hopefully figure out who it was. It had to be someone in the hotel. He checked his footprints and spotting his match with some footprints going to the trees. There were prints only going to inside then out of the house. Some others doing the same thing but also around the house as well, assuming they were Tubbo's while trying to figure out whether the other ones were Tommy's or George's. He then noticed that there were only 4 different footprints in the area that he could recognize. "It, was one of us?"

Honestly, he took this as opportunity. He already knew who it could be, but this made it very simple. But then again, why would anyone be there so late at night? Just as he was about to walk home, he saw something, hiding in the pile of wood. It was, a gray piece of clothing, stuck to a wooden board. "Tubbo got stuck in the pile yesterday, maybe it's just his?" He thought to himself. He started to wonder, why would someone go back there at 3 in the morning? And who needed to? He only had three people to work with, but he was tired and just wanted a rest.

He wasn't very sure why he all of a sudden felt like he needed to know, but he knew what he would feel if he knew what happened. He'd find out a secret that his friend was keeping from him, be able to help them. feel like someone you couldn't sneak pass. Or maybe it was nothing! Maybe an animal caused it to fall. But he wanted it to be something exciting. Not MCC for once, something in real life that he could uncover. Maybe that's why he wanted to know, maybe it was smaller then it seemed. But what he didn't know, that it was something way more serious. Something, threatening. Something, changing the way you see a person. If he looked back on this, a part of him probably would've wished he didn't know. It would save two people, himself, and of course, Tommy.

He returned to the hotel with sunrise not yet to be seen. He found his way to the room and laid back down to find Tommy gone. "Tommy? Tubbo, where's Tommy?" He asked Tubbo, shaking him with his foot to awake him. "What the fuck? What the hell are you doing?" Tubbo asked, pushing Wilburs foot away. "Where is Tommy?" Wilbur asked, barely being able to see him. "I don't know! Maybe he went to the bathroom? I don't really know or care. I'm to tired for this shit anyway."  Tubbo said, facing away from Wilbur. Wilbur rolled his eyes  and went to text Tommy.
(With Tommy). He was walking around the hotel, scared as fuck as he tried to find costumer service. Once he saw it out of the corner of his eye, he ran toward it quietly to bust the cash register open and take a couple of 20s out.

He walked to the room and crept up the stairs and stashed the twenties in his coat pocket. He was about to head to bed when he noticed, Wilbur was gone. Not laying down how he expected him. "Was he gone before?" Tommy thought to himself. He couldn't remember. Out of panic he ran downstairs and hid in the garden, too scared to move, look, or leave. He had no idea how long he sat there for, the soil covered on his pants as he hid behind the biggest plant he saw. As he sat there and waited, and waited.

He heard it. The heavy footsteps entering the garden and getting closer and louder the more he listened. He heard the door opening as quick footsteps racing up the stairs. He could barely see the glow of a light as the figure raced up the stairs, casting a shadow with a recognizable outline. "Yep, that was Wilbur." Tommy quietly muttered to himself. Even though he knew Wilbur was back, he didn't want to go up. So he sat there, nervous, to afraid to go back up. As he sat there, he thought of an excuse to tell him.

"Maybe I went to the bathroom? No, there's already one in the room. Got to warm? There's fucking air conditioning never mind. I could try telling him I needed some air? No, why the fuck would I need air in the middle of the night?" Tommy sat there and thought over some ideas but non of them seemed to be reasonable. "Ah, fuck it, I'll just tell him I was hungry and tried to get some food. He's dumb enough to believe that right?" He finally decided. He got up, brushed the dirt off, and made his way up to the room. He carefully opened the door, half expecting Wilbur to hit him with the telephone. But instead, he saw him and Tubbo, both peacefully sleeping. "How the fuck can they be so loud, yet so quiet?" Tommy whispered to himself. He crawled on his bed, slowly falling asleep. "Where the fuck were you in the middle of the night?" Tommy heard, across from him.

"Shit I was so close." He thought to himself. "I went to get food but realized it was later then I thought." Tommy quickly remembered. "I texted you like 40 minutes ago man! How long did it take for you to realize that it was like 3:00 am?" Wilbur asked, turning over to face him. "I was tired! I'm dumb when I first wake up." Tommy whispered loudly, feeling offended. "You mean dumber." Wilbur said, sounding cold. Wilbur rolled back over to face the window. Tommy rolled his eyes, but as soon as he rolled to face away, he couldn't help but feel relieved. That was so fucking close, and there was no way he could keep it like this. He needed to leave that hotel, he needed to get out of there. And he needed to do as out how fast. Because now, his future may depend on it.

Wow, I actually did it. I FUCKING WROTE ANOTHER CHAPTER :DDD. Anyway, I am going to continue to write this til it's done. Hopefully your enjoying this. Have a nice year 👍🏻