Duchenne (DSMP Superhero AU)

Chapter 12

Phil was waiting for Wilbur when he got home, scowling when he saw that Tommy wasn't with him.

"Wil-"

Wilbur held up a hand, gesturing for silence. Phil begrudgingly complied.

"Phil, Tommy wasn't trying to hurt us. The string is something he connects to people he cares about so that he can help them emotionally."

Phil scoffed, crossing his arms and glaring at his son. He couldn't just trust a strange kid that quickly when he had a red string attached to his back.

"Did he outright say that Wilbur? Or are you omitting some details?"

Wilbur winced at the vicious tone, shying away from Phil. He didn't want to fight. He just wanted Tommy to be safe.

"He described what his power does and he's been helping me for the last week whenever I got stressed. Please Phil, he's a good kid just trust me."

"Did you forget that he pushed you off a building?"

Wilbur physically flinched away from Phil, a hurt look flashing behind his eyes. That wasn't Tommy in his mind. That was Huios, who believed Dream was the only person he could be accepted by.

"Dad please, just give him a chance-"

"Did you watch Techno and Huios fighting?"

What? What did that have to do with anything?

"They were just having fun, what do you mean?"

"If that kid had an actual sword, he could have killed Techno. And it would have been your fault."

Your fault. All your fault. That wasn't fair. Wilbur wanted the best for his family and Tommy. He knew Tommy. The Tommy who always ordered a chocolatey drink and jokes about the silliest things, who got panicked whenever Wilbur got hurt, the Tommy that he knew over months in the Coffee shop.

Although what Phil was saying started making him question what he thought. Tommy was a good actor. He kept up a happy smile the whole time he was being abused by Clay, he had actually scared Techno a bit even if the man would never admit it. Tommy could just be the dangerous villain Huios infiltrating their family.

Wilbur shook his head, pushing past Phil to head inside. Phil grabbed his arm, glaring into Wilbur's eyes.

"No. You're not coming back into this house until you realize what you've done."

Wilbur's anger flared again, slapping Phil's hand away.

"What I've done? What I've done is take home a kid who was in danger. What I've done is make sure an abused, scared child has a safe place! You're the one who fucked that up, not me. Tommy didn't want to return to this house because he was scared that you would kill him."

Wilbur paused, glaring daggers into Phil's wavering eyes. He leaned forward and muttered the next bit angrily to Phil.

"I'm beginning to see why."

With that, Wilbur tugged his arm away and ran inside, dashing down the hall, past Techno and into his room where he began packing a bag.

Techno followed Wilbur to his room, cautiously hovering around the doorway.

"What're you doing?"

Wilbur ignored him, stuffing some pants into his bag and throwing in his laptop and headphones.

"Wilbur?"

Wilbur snapped the case shut after his vigilante getup was secured, turning around and packing up his guitar case. Techno sighed and stepped closer, grabbing his wrist.