one by one [mcyt]

IV

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and when you've reached the top
there's no where else to go but...
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Wilbur, Eleanor, Quackity, and Karl all teamed up and started up the stairs. Tubbo, Ranboo, Dream, and Tommy all searching downstairs.

Eleanor opened the haunting closet, curiously pushing open the false door before shuttering and closing it. Wilbur wrapped a comforting arm around her, giving a small pat on her exposed shoulder.

"I'll go search this bathroom with Karl, you guys search the master bathroom." Quackity instructed, everybody complying.

"I'm sorry I got pissed at you earlier." Quackity calmly said to Karl.

"No it's okay, I get it. One of our friends just died and I was kinda being a little bitch." They gave each other a nice hug before starting into the bathroom.

Eleanor and Wilbur stood by the door of the master bedroom, both of them taking a deep breathe before opening it. Eleanor pinched her eyes closed. Being with only Wilbur made the emotions she had been stuffing deep down her throat come hurdling up her esophagus like stinging vomit. It spilled into her mouth and she gagged on it, using everything in her to not fall on the ground.

Wilbur wrapped his arms around her and she squeezed her eyes and buried her face in his shirt. "Oh my God." She whispered, choking on the thick eerie air around them.

"No no no no, no tears right now." Wilbur said, holding back his own. He lifted her face up and wiped her cheeks. "We can cry all we want when we figure this out and get the fuck out of here, alright? We need to focus." He kissed her on her forehead and she pushed back the images of George sprawled on the ground and Jack with a severed head. "No crying, promise?"

"Promise." She breathed deeply, blinking away the last remnants of her tears.

"I'll check the bathroom, will you check those drawers?" Wilbur said, pointing to the dresser on the other side of the room.
He gave her one last squeeze and another kiss on the side of her head before she hazily walked over to the dressers.

Wilbur opened the cabinet above the toilet, finding two little unlabeled packages of pills. "Got it." He whispered to himself, grabbing everything he saw and walking back.

"Oh my God." Eleanor said, pushing on the bottom of the drawer.

"What?" Wilbur said, marching over to her with heavy steps.

"This drawer has a false bottom." She pressed on the bottom the drawer, it wobbling. Wilbur grabbed the drawer from both sides and yanked it out of its home in the dresser.

Eleanor was quick to toss the folded clothes out of it, until she felt an object stuck to the bottom. It was only a small tack, but it would not move. She gripped it between her index and thumb before jumping back with the piece of wood flying out.

"Yes!" She said, looking at the things hidden in the small space. There was a small bag with white powder, unused syringes, and a foil blister pack of white pills.

"Alex!" She yelled, needing him to run in there.

"You've gotta be kidding me." He said after running into the master bedroom. "Pick up the whole drawer and we'll bring it down stairs." He took the lead yet again as Karl ran down with a bottle of ibuprofen that he found, and was very proud of.