You'll See! || SBI

𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

TW// Death, suicidal thoughts, mentions of murder, drugs

Wilbur wiped his tears as he forced himself out of his bed. The sun had set an hour ago and Sally hummed in the kitchen. The brunette's heart ached... ached more than it ever had in his entire life thus far and he wasn't sure anything could rival that pain. His feet pushed him as he slowly strode down the hallway; him having to fight the urge to open his door.

As he rounded the corner, he was hit with the smell of chicken. The redhead that Wilbur loved so, danced around the kitchen as she doubled checked the food and took out the plates for the dishes. While the smell was amazing, it still couldn't piece together the lead-singers heart.

The TV blared in the loungeroom, a cat snoozing on the lounge in front of it. After Sally had moved in, her cat soon moved in too. The brunette dragged himself to the lounge; the redhead not even attempting to try to get her boyfriend out of his funk and allowing him to be. Wilbur switched to the news, the reporter sitting at their desk solemly.

"In recent news, I must be the bearer of bad news to the musical public; Tommy Innit, the drummer of The Sleepy Bois Inc, has unfortunately passed away at the young age of eighteen. After collapsing at a bar the night of their band's final concert, he was quickly rushed to hospital but unfortunately passed inside of the Ambulance with the lead singer, Wilbur Soot by his side." The woman said with a heavy heart. Multiple images and videos of the once-lively teenager played on the screen.

Wilbur let out a loud sob, Sally rushing to his side and pulling him close to her chest as he couldn't contain himself. His brother. His little brother. Gone. Just like that.

"Rohypnol, better known as a Roofie, was found in the body of the drummer which Police say led to an overdose. There have been no statements made by Tommy's bandmates or friends thus far and only wishes for time and space during this trying time. I can only hope that he has found peace."

Sally reached for the remote– accidentally hitting Lucki out of his spot– and switched off the TV. Wilbur sobbed loudly as he hung onto his girlfriend. He was feeling so much pain. Both mental, emotional and physical. His eyes hurt from crying and his chest ached. Tommy was exactly what he needed to turn his life around and now he was gone.

A treasure, gone from this world all-too-soon.

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Phil tried his best. He really did.

But this was his son. His fucking son.

He was supposed to outlive Phil, not the other way around.

He tried everything to keep himself busy, like preparing food for his fiance and checking on Wilbur and Techno as well as Ranboo and Tubbo. While Wil lived with someone, Techno did not. And that worried him.

Kristin really tried to get Phil to take a moment and grieve. Like actually grieve. But he just wouldn't listen. He was too scared to face the reality that had presented itself to him. A reality without Tommy and his stupid jokes; a reality without Tommy and his endless kindness for other people; a reality without Tommy.

What was supposed to be the best night of their lives turned out to be the worst.

As Tommy lay there, unable to breathe, in the arms of his older brother; surrounded by everyone who had loved the boy until the end. The tears falling down his cheeks and staining tracks was a heartbreaking scene enough, but to know he didn't even live to make it a quarter of the way to the hospital was even more heartbreaking.

So, he busied himself with stuff for his wedding. Kristin sat beside him, warily waiting for her fiance to break down at any given moment. She knew it was coming, and when it did, she was more than prepared to help Phil in any way that she could.