"I'm Proud Of You" | Wilbur Soot angst

Chapter 8

TW: eating disorder / injuries

When Wilbur woke up, it was 7 am. Techno was gone, much to his disappointment. He sat up, yawning and wishing he hadn't woken up. After getting dressed and shit, he began going downstairs. Only Techno was there, drinking his coffee.

As he tried to walk past, his older brother spotted him.

"Will!!" Techno shouted, but not loud enough to wake anyone.

"Hey, Tech."

"Where are you goin'?"

"To school, where else?"

Techno frowned.

"This early?"

"Well, yeah, I wanna make sure I get there on time."

"Without breakfast?"

"Oh-uh-, no, I'm just, y'know, not that hungry."

Techno looked at him for a bit, then seemed to remember something from last night.

"And there's these voices in my head telling me ...stuff..."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Well, t-that I don't d-deserve food, that I don't deserve sleep, and so on. Plus...Oscar..."

"Wilbur come here."

Wilbur looked at his brother, then looked down at his feet. After debating for a while, he began to walk slowly but steadily towards the table, and sat down.

"W-what is it?"

"Wait here." Techno stood up and began walking towards the kitchen.

Techno came back about five minutes later, with milk, cheerios, a bowl and a spoon. He began pouring in the milk, then the cheerios. Then he pushed the bowl towards his little brother.

"Eat."

Wilbur couldn't. He just stared at it, hoping it would dissapear somehow. If this was some magic story where wishing works, the bowl would've dissapeared. But this is just a fanfiction about grown men playing a video game instead of getting a job, so that didn't happen. The bowl stayed the same.

"Wilbur?"

Techno heard a small "mhm?"

"When was the last time you ate?"

Wilbur froze. Then he started thinking.

"The day before yesterday, I ate half a banana."

Techno sighed.

"Wilbur, that was a long time ago. We will get you through this. Yes, it will be hard. But you won't get better if you refuse to help yourself."

This made Wilbur look up at Techno, down at his cheerios, and then up at Techno again. He grabbed his spoon, and then brought the spoon up to his lips, then swallowing. It was really hard to ignore the voices during this. They were full-blown screaming at him.

"I'm proud of you, Will."

Wilbur looked up at his brother again, and his brother's eyes shone. Wilbur just hoped it could shine like that in his father's eyes too.

"G'mornin'" yawned a voice. Wilbur turned around and saw Phil walking down the stairs. '

"Mornin', Dad." Techno said.

"Morning" Wilbur whispered, still bothered by the voices. Phil's eyes narrowed with concern.

"Did something happen?" he asked.

"No, nothing." Wilbur said, his voice a bit louder than a whisper.

"Also, I think we need to talk about last night." his father sat down.

"Do-do we have to? I-it wasn't that important anyway." Wilbur looked down. Phil sighed.

"I woke up at 2:30, went into my son's room, saw him crying onto his older brother's shoulder with his torso full of bruises, yes Wilbur, I think we do need to talk about it." Wilbur felt his father's stern gaze on him. He didn't answer. He didn't know how to. He didn't want to answer. It was hard to talk about. Techno seemed to catch on on this.

"Hey Will?" Wilbur looked up. "I can tell him, if you don't want to?"

Wilbur thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. Techno sighed before starting.

"Wilbur's been bullied by some boys in his school."

"Wait what?!" Phil started staring at Wilbur with anger in his eyes. But the anger wasn't towards Wilbur, it was towards the boys who bullied his son, but Wilbur didn't know that. "Who?!" Wilbur looked down, thinking the anger was towards him, then whispered:

"Oscar and his bitches." then he whispered: "sorry." Phil was confused.

"What for?"

"I didn't tell you, and you got angry."

Suddenly, Wilbur felt himself getting thrown in an embrace.

"I'm not angry at you. I'm very much not angry at you. I'm angry at Oscar and his 'bitches" Wilbur smiled a bit. "But I do want to know why you didn't tell me." nevermind, SmileNotFound anymore.

Wilbur couldn't tell his father that he was scared to be a bother, or a burden, or another problem.

He couldn't.

Right?