~My Family~ [SBI Oneshots]

You Fell In Love With A Jerk

TW: ✨Just Sadness✨

Narrator POV:

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Wilbur was so happy to move out.
He loved Phil. He loved Techno. He liked Tommy.

But Sally was the love of his life, and pregnant with his child. It seemed like the best option. A good option.

But in four years time. Wilbur was more miserable he thought could ever be possible.

Sally was stressed.

That's what he told himself. She had a busy job. He couldn't be mad at her for being angry at him for the littlest things. He couldn't be mad at her when she shouted and controlled him and made him quit streaming. He missed it. He missed the friends he'd had. But Sally didn't want him talking to them.

He couldn't be mad at her for the insults she threw at him. The lack of food she let him have. The slaps.

Or could he?

His son, Fundy, was the only happiness he had anymore. He had to stay strong for his sake.

But one day Wilbur was making Fundy's tea, about to go and pick him up from nursery, when his phone buzzed with a message.

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Sally:
I'm picking Fundy up from school. I'm taking him away from you and your stupid care. You're an unfit parent and a horrible husband. You're boarderline abusive and I'm posting you the files to take Fundy out of your custerdy. Along with the divorce files. Don't bother looking for us, we're untraceable. Oh, and I'm selling the house. Pack all your things and leave before you're trespassing on someone else's property.

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Wilbur sank to the floor as he read the text. His eyes wanted to cry but couldn't find the strength to do so.

Fundy.

Sally.

He'd never see either again.

He dropped the phone and lay on the floor, emotional agony surrounding him.

He'd not been abusive. Had he? Sally had been the one to stop his contact with everyone except Phil, Techno and Tommy. His phone buzzed, as if on cue, as it received a text.

Wilbur didn't look at it, but his phone opened it automatically.

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Phil:
Hey mate, wondered if you and Fundy wanted to have dinner with us tonight? Or tomorrow if you're busy.

Mate?

Don't leave me on read 😂

Wilbur?

Wil you're worrying me.

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Wilbur didn't see the messages, he just clung onto the floor like if he didn't the world would slip away from him.

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Phil:
I know you've seen my messages mate, is something wrong?

Talk to me.

If you don't reply then I'll come over.

I'm coming over.

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[An Hour and a Half Later]

Phil knocked on the door to Wilbur and Sally's house. It was unlocked. He entered and walked through.

When he got to the kitchen, his heart broke.

His son was silently crying and shaking on the floor, curled into a ball.

Phil ran towards him, "Wil! Wilbur, are you ok? Are you hurt?!"

Wilbur could barely hear him. He was focusing on the fact that his son, what he loved more then anything else in the world, have been ripped away from him without any way to know if he'd ever see him again.

Phil shook Wilbur gently and pulled him into a sitting position.

Wilbur looked at the floor, his whole body shaking.

"Son?" Phil said gently, "are you injured?"

Wilbur slowly shook his head.

"What happened?"

Wilbur sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Then he carefully pushed his phone towards Phil, pushing the back button so that it went onto his chat with Sally.

Phil quickly read it and put a hand to his mouth.

"Oh my goodness, Wil," he hugged his son.

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but couldn't find the words.

After a couple minutes, Phil said, "Come on, I'll take you to my house."

He pulled Will up and helped him to his car.

They rode in silence, and when they got to Phil's house, Phil carried Wilbur to his old bedroom.

Techno was streaming and Tommy was out with Tubbo somewhere.

Phil left Wilbur in peace and sat at the kitchen island, contemplating what he was going to do.

Techno finished his stream shortly after.

"Hey," Techno said to Phil, entering the kitchen to get a drink from the fridge.

"Mhm," Phil said, his head in his hands.

Techno looked at him, "What's up?"

Phil sighed and pushed Wilbur's phone towards him.

Techno read Sally's message, his eyes widening, showing rare emotion.

"I'm going to kill her," Techno growled under his breath.

Phil opened his mouth to say something to stop Techno, as he knew he meant it, but then decided against it and watched as Techno left the house.

Soon to be replaced by Tommy, as he sidled in.

"Techno looks angry," Tommy remarked.

"For a good reason," Phil said under his breath.

Tommy waited for an explanation.

Phil showed his Sally's text message instead.

"What the fu-" Tommy started.

Phil hushed him by saying, "Wilbur's upstairs. I'm not sure if he wants to talk to anyone but I doubt it,"

Tommy raced up the stairs nevertheless.

When Phil went to check on Wilbur half an hour later, he found Tommy laying next to Wilbur on Wilbur's bed, his arms around his older brother as Wilbur silently sobbed into his pillow.

It was heartbreaking to see his son like this, to say the least. But it was all they could do.

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A/N: Sorry about the ending. I'm aware it wasn't that satisfactory, but it'll have it to I suppose. Please read my other story: Dream SMP LGBTQIA Oneshots. And I hope that I have enough passion to continue writing oneshots in this book 😊

Word Count: 962 🥳