TW: underage smoking
Phil sighed.
"Will, it can't be for absolutely no reason. Will, please, I want you to tell me what's going on", he said, looking straight into his son's eyes. Wilbur looked down.
"I- it's- it's complicated", he finally managed to stutter out. "I- I'd rather we'll-we'll talk about t-this t-tomorrow..". Phil sighed.
"Okay, mate. We'll talk tomorrow" he said, standing up. "But right now, I want you to get into the bed and get some sleep", Phil crossed his arms. Wilbur sighed and basically crawled from his chair to the bed. He sat down with his legs under the blanket and his back leaning on his pillow and wall.
"Happy?" he asked his father. His father looked at him for a little while, then he walked towards him. Once he was by his son's bed, he pushed Wilbur lightly down so that he was laying down on the mattress. Then Phil took the blanket and pulled it over his son.
"Goodnight and sleep tight, son", Phil kissed Wilbur's forehead before turning off the desk lamp. As soon as Phil closed the door, Wilbur started to feel more and more tired until he eventually fell asleep.
Wilbur woke up the next morning. He groaned and turned around, not wanting to get up. One of the reasons why he didn't want to get up was because he would have to talk to Phil about shit he didn't want to talk about. It's not just that he didn't want to, it would be really really hard to even say anything. He wouldn't be able to. He knew it.
Yes, Wilbur. Yes you can, the positive little voice in his head said again. It's hard to begin talking, but as soon as it's out of your mouth, you will have a hard time stopping it.
This voice was different from the other voices. The other voices he could somewhat control, because they were just his insecurities, but this one spoke on its own.
Who are you? He decided to try to communicate with this voice.
People call me Violet. I'm here for people like you. I try my best to help them by sending positive messages. You won't be able to communicate with me like you do now after this, just so you know.
Ok, I guess, Wilbur answered, kinda sure he was going crazy. Eh, I'm fucking crazy either way, it doesn't matter.
Wilbur sat up and went over to his wardrobe. He got dressed and stumbled down the stairs. There sat Techno and Tommy.
"Mornin', Will. Did ya sleep well?" Techno raised an eyebrow at him, signalling the question had more meaning behind it than what was said.
"Yeah, I'd say so", Wilbur yawned while stretching his arms out. Techno looked suspicious, but didn't pry.
"Okay then, do you want tea?" Techno asked. Wilbur was just about to answer when...
Ding!
Schlatt
Yo, it's Saturday, wanna come to the warehouse and hang? Q and Minx are coming. Q even said he'd bring a friend
Wilbur
I don't know, my dad'll notice if I'm gone. If not dad, then Techno will.
Schlatt
Just come up with some excuse then, you dumb prick. It's not that hard.
Wilbur
Ok
Wilbur sighed and put his phone down. To be honest, he did look forward to hanging out with his friends.
"Who was that?" Wilbur looked up at hearing Tommy's voice.
"Just a friend, no big deal", he said as he went to leave the house. If he was lucky, his older brother would let it slip by. Of course, this wasn't the case.
"Where are you goin', Wilbur?" Techno said as Wilbur was nearly at the door.
"Just out", he answered.
"And you thought just goin' out without tellin' anyone was a good idea?" Techno stared at his little brother. Wilbur sighed before turning around.
"Techno, you're not my dad, and I'm 15. I'm not a young child, and I'm only going out with some friends, so leave me alone, and drop it", he said before opening the door and sprinting out.
Wilbur arrived at the warehouse, completely out of breath. He burst through the door to see Schlatt chatting away with Minx.
"-and then he said-"
"Look!! Wilbur's here!" Minx stood up and went over to him. "Good to see ya, Wilbur! How are you?" she said as she fistbumped him.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I basically just ran out of the house in front of my brothers", Wilbur chuckled. "What about you, Minx?"
"Eh, it's life" Minx turned around to drink some of the alcohol when...
"¡HOLA MIS AMIGOS!" Quackity burst into the warehouse with a person with green eyes and glasses following him.
"Hey Big Q! Who's that?" Wilbur said, nodding at the glasses guy.
"This? This is my pal, Charlie!" Quackity gestured at the glasses guy, or Charlie as he said his name was.
"Hello! Charlie Slimecicle, you can call me Charlie or Slime, your pick", Charlie said as he put his hand out to Wilbur. Wilbur shook it.
"I'm Wilbur Soot. Pleasure to meet you dude", Wilbur smiled at him. "Now, I need to stop thinking about what my brother will do to me when I get home, so hand me a cig, Schlatt", he said while walking back towards Schlatt and opening his hand.
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