two weeks

P.S...

DISCLAIMER: I forgot to put it at the end of the last chapter, but I enjoy Schlatt's content! I just thought he would be the most fitting character for this part of the storyline. This doesn't reflect how I feel about Schlatt or any of the CC's in this story. This is strictly for entertainment. Enjoy!

tw/cw: seizures.

Another night, just like any other. Riddled with nightmares, constant waking up. But tonight was different, Wilbur had never had this dream before.

Wilbur stood aside nervously, watching as Schlatt and Q started placing the redstone circuit, "Help us, you dick!" Schlatt shouted at Wilbur. He shook his head, "I don't want anything to do with this." Schlatt rolled his eyes. "You're no fun." He turned his head slowly towards Wilbur and stared frostily at him. "Do it, or else." Wilbur was pushed forward by Q and he stumbled towards the pile of redstone powder. He reluctantly began placing it around the school building; he felt sick. "Please don't tell anyone I helped." He begged Schlatt. He just laughed. He circled Wilbur's small circuit, "Wow Soot. I didn't know you were good at redstone. I'll call you to help more often." Wilbur sighed angrily. "You said we were just going to hang out." He spat. Schlatt held his arms out, gesturing towards the TNT, primed to explode. "This isn't fun to you?" Wilbur sighed. "No. It's not." He snapped as he threw the redstone onto the floor. Schlatt picked up a flint and steel and twirled it in his fingers. "How's Tommy these days?" He smiled maliciously, Wilbur knew what that meant. Wilbur grabbed the collar of Schlatt's hoodie. "You don't touch him. You don't even talk about him." Wilbur threatened. Schlatt just laughed. He pushed Wilbur onto the floor and Wilbur's head smacked into a rock. He let out a small whimper of pain. "If you want your brother... not on fire, I suggest you get to work." He said quietly as he walked off.

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Schlatt pushed Wilbur forward, "Push the fucking button." Wilbur gulped, "I really think-" Schlatt grabbed his arm, "Push. The fucking button." He picked up Wilbur's phone and turned it on, knowing there was a picture of WIlbur and Tommy on the lockscreen. He took out his pocket knife and stabbed Tommy's face on the screen. Wilbur let out a small yell as he was shoved once again. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he started hyperventilating. He looked at Schlatt's face, he wouldn't let him hurt Tommy. He sighed shakily, pushed the button and turned around to see Phil sprinting up the hill. "WILBUR! DON-" Phil screamed as Wilbur was launched into the air by the force of the TNT. He fell to the floor with a weak scream as the school began to explode. Schlatt and Q cackled.

It was finally Sunday, and Wilbur was ecstatic. Visitors were allowed in today and Phil, Tommy and Niki were coming to visit. Tommy had told him they had a surprise, so he was interested to see what it was. As exhausted as he was from that horrible nightmare, and the guilt he pushed down realising what he had done all those years ago, he had to get ready. He checked the clock, they would be here in 2 hours. Puffy once again, like every morning for almost two weeks; walked in with her clipboard. "Good morning Wilbur, how are you feeling?" Wilbur had figured by now it was just easier to be honest. "A bit shaken, if I'm honest." He replied with a sigh. Puffy tilted her head sympathetically. "Really? Why?" She asked. Wilbur looked aside, feeling ashamed for something that was out of his control. They manipulated him, there was nothing he could do. They threatened Tommy, it was years ago. Just forget about it. Puffy saw Wilbur hesitate, "Do you want to talk about it?" Wilbur shook his head quietly. Puffy nodded understandingly and continued, "On a scale of 1 to 10-" Wilbur was used to this question by now, "4." He interrupted her. She nodded and wrote it down. "Need anything?" She asked before she left. Wilbur shook his head and smiled gratefully at her.

Tommy bit his lip as they drove towards the hospital, rocking his leg anxiously. Niki noticed his breathing picking up slightly. "You okay?" She mouthed to him, he nodded shakily. "Just nervous." They hadn't seen Wilbur in over a week, and they were bringing Techno with them. Wilbur and Techno hadn't exactly been on good terms, considering Techno had triggered a panic attack and seizure. But Techno had been determined to help, he finished the final edit of Wilbur's book. He hadn't needed to change much, Wilbur was more talented than he let on. Phil drove the car, holding the wheel with a white knuckle grip. He was a complete nervous wreck, between seeing Wilbur and needing to speak to him about his dreams - at Puffy's request, and making sure Tommy wouldn't panic. He was overwhelmed. "You okay back there Toms?" He asked. Tommy nodded, looking stressed. Techno just sat looking idly out of the car window, too anxious to start a conversation with anyone.

Wilbur was a fool. He was supposed to ring the bell as soon as he felt any bit strange, but he didn't. Because Wilbur was a fool. By the time he realised what was happening, it was too late. "Fuck.." He mumbled as he began to seize. He vaguely heard small alarms sounding as a nurse ran into the room. He blacked out after that. The nurse tried to keep him from hitting his head as his head repeatedly bashed into his pillow.

Phil, Tommy, Niki and Techno all checked in at reception and went through to Wilbur's hospital room. As they approached the main hall, they saw Doctor Puffy run into a room as a loud beeping noise was heard from one of the rooms. Phil couldn't have been more anxious if he tried. "Th-" Tommy cut across him. "That was Wilbur's room." Niki's eyes widened. "Shit. Shit shit fuck." They all ran into the room to see Wilbur violently seizing and Puffy trying to comfort him. Phil rushed over to his son's side. "What happened?" Puffy bit her lip. "We're not sure of the cause." She replied. "He'll be okay." Wilbur let out a pained scream as his head jerked violently into the wall. Puffy flinched and shielded his head from further hits. Phil soothed Wilbur quietly as his seizings began to calm. Puffy took a step back as Tommy walked over, "Is he okay?" He asked nervously. Phil nodded and held a finger up to his mouth as Wilbur came to his senses. He whimpered in pain and grabbed his head. "My head.." He mumbled. Puffy laughed sadly, "Wilbur, your wound is never going to heal if you keep hitting it off of the wall." She joked sympathetically. Niki waved shyly as Wilbur lifted his head up to survey his surroundings. One thing in particular caught his eye. "Techno?" Techno walked over and handed him a small bind-up book and nodded silently. Wilbur flicked through it and began to tear up, "It's perfect. Thank you so much." He whispered to Techno. Techno just smiled, "It was the least I could do." He replied. Niki beamed at Wilbur and winked. Wilbur grinned back and sighed, his attention once again being drawn back to the searing pain in his head. "How are you feeling mate?" Phil asked. Wilbur gestured towards his pale face and bandages covering most of it. "I'll let you figure that one out." He joked dejectedly. "How much longer are you going to be here?" Tommy asked, sounding lonely. Wilbur sighed and ruffled his little brother's hair. "Another few days, Toms."

Wilbur took out his laptop to email his boss. He sighed shakily, fully expecting to already be fired, he was 4 days late sending the book after all. But unsurprisingly, his work email was still intact. Clay never followed through on his threats. But Wilbur would.

To: Clay

From: Wilbur Soot

Re: Book script.

script.txt

Good afternoon Clay,

Attached is the finished draft of my book. As much as this is a friendly work email, you can consider this my 2 weeks notice. I quit.

Glowing regards,

Wilbur Soot.

P.S. Kindly go fuck yourself.

Wilbur sent it, smiled to himself and put his laptop away. This was the start of something new, something exciting.