Well uhh.. hi. It.. it's been a while, hasn't it? Haha, your new part, hope you'll enjoy it. It's a really short one, sorry, hope you like it. Might continue it. It's also... not completely.. proof-read yet.
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Wilbur
My heart dropped. I froze. Out of the people that could've seen him like this. Scared. Alone. Messy. Vulnerable. Out of anyone that could have witnessed me in this awful, crazed state, it had to be the one person that looked up to me. The one that is the reason I haven't gone completely dark. Behind me stands my brother, Tommy.
"Are... you okay, Wilbur?" the innocent boy asked. I sniffled and quickly wiped my tears. "It's nothing, don't worry about it, Tommy," I tell him coldly, and start to walk off. Honestly, what is wrong with me? Why am I treating Tommy like this? He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve any of this, so why?
Tommy frowns and runs up in front of me, stopping me. He tries for a smile and holds out his arms. "Are you sure?" he asks, doubting me. "Yes, I'm fine, and as far as you're concerned, you didn't see anything, okay?" I say, shoving him to the side. I can't explain why. I just.. Couldn't face my feelings. I continue forward as thoughts cloud my head, I catch Tommy yelling in the distance. "Well, if you say so! Just know I'll be here for you Wilby! If you ever, you know, wanna talk, like brothers. I got your back, and uh, I think you've got mine!" He calls after me. I smile at the thought, but at the same time, it's like a hand has grabbed my heart, squeezing it, causing me pure agony and pain.
"You can't face your feelings, or you won't face your feelings..?" I say, absent-mindedly. Tommy is such a good person, a truly happy soul, what did I do to deserve such a brother? Definitely not drugs. Now that I think about it, what even happened? When did I get myself into so much? How did I get myself into so much shit? Honestly, when did it even get like this?
"Hey Wilbur, back from your trip in the woods?" Phil asks, interrupting my thoughts. I smile at him and sit down.
"Yup, feel a lot better now," I tell them. "And as a contribution, as I'm feeling like participating, how about a nice little campfire song? I brought my guitar." And like the idiot I am, I completely forgot about Tommy, it didn't even occur to me that Tommy was actually the one to bring my guitar. I completely looked past it. I even thought I brought the guitar myself. I'm a fool.
Tommy
"I probably know a lot more than I let on, huh... I wonder what Wilbur takes me for..." I say to myself, treading in the dark. I don't know why I called after him, I guess I just wanted him to know that I'm here for him. I do miss Wilbur, truly I do, but what can you do? "Still... a hug would've been nice..."
Hm? I hear running water. Is there a river nearby? I went to go check it out, and within five minutes, I had found it. It sounded so nice and peaceful, I quickly looked around for a spot to sit and enjoy for a few minutes. I went to look around and found a spot in front of a tree, right next to the river. I sat down and immediately felt relieved.
I breathed in and out to get some fresh air and it felt so nice. Once I really listened, I could start to hear the crickets, chilly wind blowing, and the running ice-cold water. It was.. Nice. I looked up and I could see.. The stars. That's a nice addition.
When I got there, all I could hear were crickets and the running water. It sounded really peaceful so I sat near a tree. Here, I could see the stars, it looked like a bunch of dots in the sky, the air was wistfully cold, it was easy to breathe and it was peaceful. The grass was cool and the water was icy cold. Tommy stuck his hand in it for a bit, feeling the coldness touch his hand, it brought back some sensation and he smiled, some tears started to form in his eyes but he blinked them away. He went back to his tree and sat there for a few minutes, he initially planned to go back but exhausted, he fell asleep.
Tubbo
Tommy's been gone a really long time, and I know it's not much to worry about, except, I think he's been gone for like.. An hour. Wilbur came back two hours and forty-five minutes ago, nothing about Tommy. Something might've gone wrong, I don't know. Maybe I'm overthinking? Maybe, but it pisses me off how they could pay so little attention and realize what's going on and that Tommy is missing. Wilbur isn't even acknowledging that he forgot about his guitar and that it was actually Tommy who brang it. I know it's for Wilbur, but still.
"Nice singing, now I'm going to actually be a good brother and look for Tommy," I told them, hearing enough of Wilbur. I got up and started towards the directions from where Wilbur came from. As I was passing him, I locked eyes with him for a brief moment. I gave him a look of pure disappointment and hatred, he returned the look with apology and despair. I continued on with a grim look and started to call for Tommy.
Philza
"...Am I still a good father?" I say to myself. Do I never deserve the title father anymore? Or any of the '#1 Dad' cups anymore? Make no mistake, this family has already started to break. The cracks have started to become more noticable. I've tried to ignore it, but am I really still doing the right thing? This is honestly too much thinking, it's not healthy, I should try to get some shut eye, we have a long day ahead.
As for the desperate attempt to escape my thoughts and reality by sleeping, I just layed there, very uncomfortable. I twist and turned for about an hour. Another thing that sucked was my pillow was hot. On both sides. I was overheating too, however, whenever I took off a blanket, it got too cold. It was hell and I barely got any shut eye.
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ФанфикTommy lived a decent life, a dad that was both strict and loving, two older brothers that always looked out for him and teased him, and a younger brother that followed him everywhere. Everything was going great, until Philza decided he wanted a daug...
