"Eret wait up!" Tommy hissed, dashing off the balcony. "Where the hell..."
He trailed off in frustration. For a blind guy, the bastard was damn fast, and they'd vanished around the corner and into the club down the hall.
Tommy snarled in frustration.
He needed to find Wilbur and give that fuck a piece of his mind, he thought to himself, rushing back into the club. Deep down he was terrified but Tommy frantically squashed it, his heart pounding so loud he could practically hear it over the music.
Why the hell did Wilbur want him dead?
What had he done wrong—
—And then he collided with someone.
"OOF!" Tommy yelped, stumbling and wincing. "Shit, watch where you're going asshole—wait a second, Tubbo?"
He backed up.
Tubbo stared back at him. The guy's face was as white as a sheet, and he was shaking as if he'd nearly been hit by a train.
"Have you seen Ranboo?"
"No," Tommy snapped. "Have you seen Wilbur? I need to have a word with that dickhead—"
"Who cares, I gotta find Ranboo!" Tubbo cut him off, grasping his shoulders with trembling hands, eyes alight with panic. "Something happened and he ran off and I don't know if he's okay—"
"Wilbur sent him to kill me!" Tommy yelled.
Tubbo froze. Disbelief flashed across his face, followed slowly by dawning horror. "He—"
"He's Wilbur's bodyguard, right?" Tommy snarled. "You know that Wilbur sends him out on assignments, right? He wants me dead for some reason and I don't know why—"
Tubbo's eyes lit up with desperate fury. "No! I know Ranboo and he wouldn't—"
"Do you know Wilbur?" Tommy blurted.
Tubbo fell silent.
There was a long pause, and Tommy couldn't help but feel an odd sense of guilt as Tubbo seemed to visibly deflate, his expression going cold with rage.
"Who told you?"
Tommy blinked. "What?"
"Who told you that?" Tubbo snapped.
"Someone named Eret?" Tommy said awkwardly. "Real odd fellow. Tall, long hair, sunglasses—"
Tubbo's expression turned downright murderous.
"Let me tell you a little secret," he hissed, and Tommy yelped as Tubbo grabbed his arm and dragged him towards a set of stairs near the doors. "Do not trust a word of what Eret says. They're a liar and a traitor, and they'll turn on you at the drop of a hat if promised enough credits."
Tommy balked. "They seemed nice enough—"
Tubbo scoffed bitterly, pulling him up the stairs and down the hall towards what looked like a row of offices. "Of course they did, they're a hooker, for fuck's sake! C'mon, we gotta get Wilbur to finish arguing with Big Q and find Ranboo before shit goes too far downhill!"
He stopped in front of one of the doors—a golden plaque on it was engraved with the words A. Quackity— and knocked furiously.
There was no response.
Tubbo snarled under his breath and opened the door anyway, and Tommy instantly wished he hadn't.
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Where Is Your Rider (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)
Science FictionIt's been almost four hundred years since the bombs dropped, since the toxic jungle currently devouring the world took root. Tubbo has it good in L'Manberg with his semi-reluctant older brother figure, his shy amnesiac boyfriend, and all the pie he...
