two weeks

Fundy

tw/cw Breakdowns, vomiting, blood

Sally froze. She knew that voice. That voice knew her name, she looked over. Wilbur. She let out a small gasp, and went to run out of the door, she didn't want to face it. Wilbur ran over and grabbed her shoulder. "Please. I want to see him." Wilbur looked at her with tears in his eyes. "Please."

"It was a mistake. You don't need to see him."

"Please." he begged.

Sally slapped him and walked out of the bakery. Wilbur gripped his face and let out a choking sob. Niki started, "Wilbur, who was-?"

"We have to go." Wilbur grabbed Tommy and they left.

"But your cake!" Wilbur ran off, ignoring her calls.

Once they got home, Tommy's curiosity finally burst out of him. "What the fuck was that Wilbur?"

Wilbur sighed shakily. "Do we have to discuss it now?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"I was a stupid teenager, Tommy."

"I remember you sneaking out, yes."

"This was so much worse. It haunts me."

"What did you do?"

"I went to prom when I was 17. Mistakes were made and I-" Wilbur's voice broke a little.

"What did you do? Fight someone?"

"Sally got... pregnant. When I was 17."

"Fucking WHAT?" Tommy screamed.

"She got pregnant, cut all contact. I've never met my son."

"I'm sorry, SON?" Wilbur hung his head in shame. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"What's his name?"

"I said I didn't-"

"WHAT'S HIS NAME?"

"Fundy." Wilbur walked out of the room. "Don't bother me."

Tommy sat there, dumbfounded. He was... an uncle? There was a mini Wilbur out there somewhere?

Wilbur called a number he hadn't called in 7 years. "Please, pick up."

"Wilbur, I-"

"Sally, just listen. He's my son too. He's 7 and I've never even met him. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"YOU GOT ME PREGNANT, WILBUR! YOU DON'T DESERVE SHIT BITCH."

"Sally, please. Just once."

"Fuck off. Don't you dare call me ever again."

Wilbur flopped to the floor, broken all over again. He cried on the floor for an hour before Tommy walked in. "Wilbur, I can't listen to this any longer. You need to get up and do something."

"I can't. I can't do anything. I'm useless."

"We could ask Quackity if you're entitled to custody?" Wilbur lifted his head up.

"We could. We fucking could."

"Hello, Alex?"