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Who wants to visit the world in real life anyway? pt.2 (Wilbur and Phil+Kristen)

Phil's POV:

After texting Will when we were 5 minutes away, we returned to the house, to see him lying on the sofa. Fully dressed, but evidently not having a very good time. To be fair, what different to clothes make when you're having a rubbish day.

"Hey Will. Have you eaten yet?" I was conscious of the time. Ideally, we needed to be leaving within the next half and hour or so. I didn't know whether or not to tell Tommy we couldn't come and leave it at that, but it was Will's decision.

"Maybe."

"What would you like to eat?"

"Not hungry."

"Here sit up," I sat down next to him. He sat next to me briefly before bringing his knees to his chest and resting his head on my leg. It was a little uncomfortable for me, but I let it happen.

"Are you anxious for today mate?"

"I'm overwhelmed already, and now we are going outside and doing things, and everything is going to be loud and excited and even more overwhelming." He spoke quickly and I could only just about make out what he was saying.

"I know today is going to be hard for you, and you'll probably just want to have a nap later. But we only really have 2 options, we cancel doing it and say that we are all ill, or we just try our best."

"I know I have to do it. I have to, I don't get a choice. And a part of me wants to too, cause I'll probably have fun. But I just know how overwhelming it's going to be."

"Kristen and I will be both there the entire time, if you need to go, we just find a reason to go. Just talk to us or try and give us a sign."

"I know. I just. Maybe I should tell Tommy and Tubbo."

"It's your decision mate."

"Mhm."

"Come on, what do you want to eat before we go?"

"I'll make myself some toast."

"I can make it if you'd like Will? You seem pretty comfortable there." Kristen chuckled lightly as she said it, commenting on me and my "son". Will just nodded, and I put the tv for us to watch as Kristen started doing the toast.

Will sighed loudly and I watched him close his eyes, it seemed like he felt safe for a bit, but knew he was about to go again. About to go to a place where he did evidently not feel safe. Still, he sat next to me quietly eating his toast -after Kristen had finished making it of course- and then we got ready to leave you house.

"Are you taking a backpack?"

"No, I'll just put everything in my pockets."

"Okay then." I grabbed my coat and slipped my shoes on as Will did the same. I noticed him getting anxious again, biting on his lip and his eyes squinting more often. He was just doing his laces up, when I could see his hands visibly shaking and him trying to hide it.

"Will?" I guess Kristen had noticed it too.

"Yes Kristen?"

"Would you like me to go get one of your fidget toys for you?"

"Um, yea ok, please. Thanks." Kirsten winked at me as she disappeared to get one from the box in his bedroom, she was giving me a chance to talk to him.

"What's go you so anxious Will?"

"I don't know! I'm just anxious!" I could see the tears in the corners of his eyes.

"It's okay, come here mate." I opened my arms to him and let him sob into my chest as I rubbed his back. One of the things that came with Will being autistic was a lot of anxiety along with a difficulty to communicate. Will was normally very good with words but sometimes, he just wasn't able to get any out.

"Are you anxious about something going wrong?"

"Sort of. Like what if I get upset, or ruin the stream." He got the words out between his sobs.

He pulled out of the hug and walked up and down in front of me, pacing and stressing about what he was going to do. Kristen came back with a fidget toy and his beanie, both of which Will took eagerly, putting the beanie on straight away.

"We can go now."

"You sure?"

"Yes, we can go now." I assumed at this point, the routine in Will's head was kicking in and he was more concerned about doing it despite the fact that his brain was screaming at him that he was going to ruin it. His thoughts were fighting and that freaked Will out.

I opened the door for them both, and stood on the pavement with Kristen as Will locked up. He then joined us, as I used google maps to work out where we were going. "It's only a 10 minute walk to where we are going to meet Tommy. And knowing Tommy, the stream will only be an hour or so. Then I think he wanted to go out for lunch. But if you need to come back Will, Tommy will understand. And you don't have to tell him or Tubbo if you don't want to."

"Hmm." It was a short hum; his way of saying he had heard me without actually having to speak. For the next 10 minutes, we all walked quietly, just listening to the world that was passing by us. It was actually quite nice.

Wilbur's POV:

As we walked on our way to meet Tommy, I was having an internal battle. On the one hand I wanted to tell Tommy I was autistic, because then, if something did go wrong, he would understand, and Phil would be able to help better. But on the other hand, I was scared that if I told Tommy I was autistic that would be the thing to go wrong. Maybe he would tell me I was faking it, or doing it for attention. Or that he wasn't going to talk to me anymore. I knew it probably wouldn't, but the possibility even existing was enough to make me anxious. I just tried to zone out and follow Phil as he found our way to the place.

When we arrived, I realised that the place was a park. Tommy was already there, stood with Tubbo and Lani. I didn't know Lani was going to be there, Tommy hadn't told me Lani was going to be there. And I just tried to smile and keep calm, but the fighting between the 2 sides in my head was only getting louder.

"Will!" Tommy ran over and gave me a hug, I weakly hugged him back, becoming overwhelmed.

"You alright King?"

"Yea just tired." Tommy nodded before greeting Phil and Kristen. Tubbo came over.

"Hey Will."

"Hey Tubbo."

"I don't know if you have met Lani before, but she's my sister. She's going to hold the camera for us so that we can all be involved."

"Hey." It was Lani, she smiled at me and stuck out her hand. Nervously, I shook it with the largest  "hello," I could muster (which turned out to be very small) and a slightly shaky hand. We talked as a group: Tommy mostly working out what places we were going to with Tubbo and Phil. I just stood there quietly, listening, and trying to not show the fact that I really needed to get out of there. But things could only go up, right?

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading. A bit of a cliff hanger for you there, so enjoy that! Again, I have a new story out with an autistic Tommy and big brother a Tubbo being adopted by SBI family, so check that out if you'd like. There has just been a new chapter posted for it. Hope you enjoyed and have a great day!

Thank you.