♜ 𝙼𝚌𝚢𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 ♚(INDEFINITE HIATUS)

☆ 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 • 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 ☆

Summary: Wilbur and Tommy have a 'talk' about what happened.

Eburnean Tommy Au

Not my best

CW: Crying, just a lil creepy

If there are any spelling mistakes, let me know!

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Tubbo yawned as he woke up, jumping slightly as he saw Tommy standing over his bed.

"Ah-! Tommy, you scared me!" Tubbo said, laughing quietly as he clutch his heart.

Tommy didn't say anything, just grabbed a piece of paper from the nightstand and took the pencil from behind his ear. He scribbled, before turning the page to Tubbo.

Someone is at the door

The goat sighed, standing up and patting Tommy's shoulder before walking out of the room.

Tubbo opened the front door, seeing a very frazzled and nervous looking Wilbur.

"Wilbur?" The goat said, looking at the older man with a confused expression.

"Uh- ..Hi Tubbo!" The man mumbled, scratching his neck. "So, I heard about Tommy.."

Tubbo sighed at that, motioning for the other to continue.

"I want to see him." Wilbur stated, adjusting his glasses. "I just- I need to see him for myself. I don't think I'll be able to believe it otherwise." The older whispered the last part.

Wilbur didn't look so good. He had larger bags under his eyes than usual, and his hair was messy, glasses foggy and beanie falling off. It seemed as though he'd been rushing about to get himself dressed.

Tubbo sighed, taking pity on him.

"Fine."

Tommy was sitting on the couch, Micheal putting stickers all over his face and arms. It seemed to make the piglin happy, so it made him happy too, even though he couldn't really express it.

He could hear two sets of footsteps heading towards him, but Tommy chose to ignore it in favor of Micheal.

"Tommy, someone's here to see you."

The ivory haired boy looked over, staring absently at Tubbo and his guest.

Wilbur.

"Hey, Tommy," The brunette man said, messing with his beanie as he gave the boy a sympathetic smile. "It's me, Wilbur!" He beamed gently, waving.

Tommy waved back, blankly staring. He was wary of the older, but he knew Tubbo wouldn't let Wilbur do anything he was uncomfortable with.

"Wil wants to talk to you, is that okay?" Tubbo said, walking over to pick up Micheal. Tommy nodded.

The older pat the ivory haired boy on the shoulder again, giving him a reassuring smile before walking into the kitchen to give the brothers some privacy, while still being close enough to help Tommy if needed.