You'll See! || SBI

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

TW// Injury, gore, blood, hospitals, indications/ideas of death, drug & alcohol use and underage drug & alcohol use

Tommy pushed off with his foot before putting it onto the frame of the trolley, sending himself flying down the isle and stopping just after passing a chuckling Wilbur. The brunette shook his head with a fond smile, picking out a carton of milk. Both brothers chose to ignore the weird side glances and glares they were getting from other customers. They were loud and they knew that, they also didn't give a fuck.

Wilbur only put his hand on the end of the trolley and guided Tom down the sweets and baking goods isle. When the older let go, Tommy pushed off again and flew down towards the shelves of chips and chocolate.

"Party pack or plains?" Wil called down to the blonde, ignoring the old lady who mutter under her breath beside him. He didn't even notice her presence.

"Party, Tubbo likes 'em"

"Tom, this is for your blood sugar"

"Okay? And Tubbo likes the Party pack"

"You're a menace to society" the man called back loudly, putting the plain pack of lollies back on their respected shelf before making the trek down the isle to the gremlin. The blonde's only response was a middle finger and laugh– he was laughing at the older lady who seemed offended at the two's weird bond. Wasn't her business.

They walked side by side as Wilbur scanned over his list– yes, he wrote a list of what they needed or he knew they'd never get it. They both were too unreliable. They made the short yet long trek back to the check-outs. Tommy was kind of hoping Purpled would be working today; it's the whole reason he came. Sue him for missing that son of a bitch.

He scanned for a head of flat, blonde hair and when he found it, he moved in for the kill. Wilbur let his brother take the lead, following behind silently with no complaints Honestly, Tommy was a nightmare. He was everything people found annoying in a person— his loud voice, loud laugh, his constant swearing and impatientness. But, he was Tubbo and Ranboo's nightmare and they wouldn't change that for the world. No matter how many times the younger could annoy and push them to their breaking point.

They loaded their items onto the conveyer belt and waited for the older blonde to get to them. Purpled glumily thanked the old guy who was in front of them, it was clear as day that the poor teenager had been there for far too long and was over all the people who he was forced to serve. He literally wasn't being paid enough for this.

Lucky Tommy was here to make his day better.

"Sup bitch!" He screamed loudly, other people turning and looking at the blonde as Wilbur continued to unload completely unfazed by his brother. Purpled turned in surprise, a grin immediately jumping onto his face.

He folded his arms and smirked, "well well well, looky here. It's a swamp rat"

"Hey!"

"So, tell me, how was the open road?" The older teenager asked as he began to scan the items and shove them into paper bags for the pair.

"Dude! It was so fucking awesome! I can't wait for you to experience it tomorrow!"

"I'm excited! I'm so fucking proud to be your friend, you have no idea"

"Maybe you can play your dumb cello as an opening act for us one day"

Purpled let out a laugh, his first genuine one of the entire week. School was a bust okay? "Oh yeah, rock fans come to a rock concert to be greeted by a celloist. Funny one, Tom"