a series of sbi oneshots

bite back pt 3

“Did it work?”

“Just- give me a moment. I don’t fucking know. Keep talking. Say some freaky shit.”

Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Tommy grinned, cocking his head to the side. “Be yourself, asshole.”

“You- you are….” Wilbur sighed, shaking his head. “Fuck you.”

“You can not stand there and tell me that you aren’t a creepy motherfucker,” Tommy shot back, crossing his arms over his chest with a raised eyebrow. “You kill people on a daily basis.”

Wilbur scoffed, flicking his head to the side and rolling his eyes. “It was deserved.”

“Yeah. Okay. ‘Deserved’. I think you’re just a dick.”

“Listen-”

“Nevermind! Just- say your fucked up stuff. Whatever the fuck goes on with me likes to switch off to the other place when you do that.”

Wilbur huffed, walking forward and coming to sit down next to Tommy. He seemed a bit irritated, his face set into something like a scowl, but he wasn’t saying anything about Tommy’s comments. “You’re kinda putting me on the spot here, Tommy.” He admitted, after the small beat of silence.

Tommy blinked at him, slowly, before turning to stare at his wall with a hum. “Okay then. Let’s try this. I’m going to leave you, right here, right now, and never come back. I’ll go join Las Nevadas and kill you for Quackity’s death.”

Wilbur stiffened, his fingers twisting the fabric of his coat tightly. “Tommy-”

“What would you say to that?”

“You can’t just- that’s not happening!” Wilbur argued back, turning to face Tommy, a frown on his face as he grew even more irritated. “You’d never leave!”

“Except I am,” Tommy replied quickly, matching Wilbur’s gaze with a cool stare. “So? Convince me to stay here.”

“You promised!” Wilbur snapped, jerking forward and placing his hands on Tommy’s shoulders. One was awfully close to his pulse point on his neck again, a new habit that Wilbur had gotten ever since getting revived. “You said you wouldn’t leave, you said that you would never! You said that you were mine! ”

“Then maybe I’m breaking that promise.”

“No. No! No you’re fucking not! I’ll-” Wilbur hesitated, struggling for words. “What did you need me for? Are you okay?”

It took him a moment, to fully process those words. Wilbur’s crazed expression and desperate hands digging into his skin didn’t match at all. Tommy’s face fell, letting out a disappointed sigh. “It didn’t work.”

Wilbur blinked. “What?”

“Don’t tell me you fucking forgot what the point of this was.”

“I-” Wilbur hesitated again, moving one of his hands away. The one on his pulse didn’t move at all, but the other was moved down to grasp one of Tommy’s hands. “Well- we were- oh. Oh, right. We were… we were trying to see if my potion had worked.”