MCYT Vampire Oneshots

Tubbo joins the family after Tommy has embraced vampirism

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Word count: 3375

"Hey, Tommy, I've been thinking about something," Wilbur said, walking over to Tommy, who was sitting down after getting home from feeding.
"Yeah? About what?" asked Tommy.
"How'd you feel about having another brother?"
This question had him surprised, definitely. He thought for a minute.
"Hm. Maybe. I don't know, haven't we got enough?"
"Well, Phil says we're allowed one more, so I want to go get another. That OK with you?" Wilbur asked.
"Maybe. Can I come?" he asked. "When you get the new brother."
"Oh. Sure! You can do it on your own, if you want."
"I wanna go with you! Also I'm hungry again, so it'll be useful to get some more food."
"Tommy, you literally just ate."
"I get hungry quickly, alright?"
Wilbur stared at him, judging him.
"Alright, I'm not hungry, but I want blood anyway. Because who doesn't want to kill people, huh?"
Wilbur shrugged.
"What, do you not want to kill humans? Are you a pussy?" Tommy asked, laughing.
"No, I kill just like everyone else. But I only kill when I'm hungry. Not for fun."
"Well, you go make friends with those people and then you kill them, that can count probably, because you wasted all that time making friends and not just leaping at them in alleyways and shit. So you do the other stuff for fun," Tommy said defensively.
"Don't judge me. I'm just very good at manipulation," Wilbur said, shrugging.
"Anyway. I'll come with you to get this kid. Anyone in mind, or just a random one?" Tommy asked.
"You can pick, I don't have anyone in mind."
"Aye nice! Thanks big man."
"Should we go?" Wilbur said.
"I'm gonna ask Phil," Tommy replied enthusiastically, scurrying downstairs.
"Phiiiil!"
"Wot?" Phil asked, coming out of the dining room and wiping his mouth.
"Wilbur said we can have a new brother. Can we go get one now?"
Recognition flickered on Phil's face.
"Oh! Yeah, sure, mate. Just be warned it takes a while for them to wake up. So don't be disappointed if they don't wake up really quickly. Alright, if you want, be off with ya!" he laughed.
"Yaaaay! Wilbur! Phil said we can get one now!" Tommy called up to Wilbur, who was still walking down the stairs.
He glanced at Tommy and sighed humorously, saying, "Cheers, Phil."
"Are you ready to go, Wil?" Tommy said excitedly.
"Yes, Tommy, I'm ready," Wilbur said, already sick of this new, energised Tommy. Perhaps it was the prospect of killing people that made him so excited.
He wouldn't be surprised if it was that, to be honest.
They left, Tommy babbling on about choosing a new brother and Wilbur just standing there, walking and listening to his ramblings, occasionally giving a bored "OK" or "that's cool".

He paid little attention to Tommy, but when he did, he found that Tommy wanted someone his age, not someone in their twenties.
"Well, technically I'm, like, seventy, or something, but I mean as in body age? You know? Like, I look like a seventeen year old because I was turned when I was seventeen. And anyone who sees me thinks 'yeah, that's a proper teenager, that!' and they don't even suspect that I'm actually way older, you know? And it'll be cool to hang out with someone who's seventeen, because he'll get me, you know? Like, he'll be my best friend, and we can go kill people together and laugh about it afterwards!"
"Tommy, you have me, you know? Best friend? We kill together and laugh about it afterwards, as well," Wilbur said, a little hurt.
"Oh. Yeah. Well, I wouldn't consider you a best friend, just like a best friend wouldn't wholeheartedly believe that you're their brother. I mean, you're not biologically my brother, no-"
"Well, actually," Wilbur interrupted, "I kind of am. I was turned by Phil, and he also turned Techno, who turned you. The sire of your sire is my sire. So we are technically related- bonded by the blood taken out of us during our short time as humans and the venom that now seeps seamlessly through our long dead veins and through our cold bodies."
"Uhh, Wil, why'd you get all creepy about it, the hell?" Tommy asked, a little freaked out.
"Oh, sorry, I get like that when I'm passionate about something. Using big words and all. Sorry if you didn't know what they meant," Wilbur said, half genuinely and half sarcastically.
"No, I know what they meant. You were just being creepy. I don't care or want to know about the fucking 'venom seeping seamlessly through our long dead veins', it's weird, and you should stop talking like that."
"If you say so."