𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

Technoblade and Tommy came inside and immediately went up to check on Wilbur.  Techno wanted to try and pry out answers of what the hell happened the night before, and Tommy wanted to show off the necklace he had just received.

When they got there, Wilbur sat on his bed, white as a sheet from fear, though everything looked normal.

"Are you okay Wilby," Tommy asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine.  Just had a nightmare is all," Wilbur told them.

"Okay, Tommy, why don't you go downstairs," Techno suggested.

Tommy groaned, but listened. 

"Wilbur, what the hell happened at the church," Techno asked darkly.

"I told you, I can't remember."

"Dear primes Wilbur, you need to cut the crap!  I need you to tell me what happened, for Tommy's sake, for your sake, what the fuck happened?!"

"I told you, I can't fucking remember!"

"For primes sake Wilbur," Technoblade seethed.  "You need to tell us.  Even sister Puffy is worried!"

"You told sister Puffy," Wilbur asked.

All previous anxiety returned, rearing its filthy head again. 

"Yes.  Now please, I am begging you, tell me what happened!"

"I... I can't."

Techno just sighed and left the room.  Wilbur laid down and stared at the ceiling.  Techno was catching on.

What if he ever found out?  What would Jschlatt do?  It was a certified death sentence!  Maybe he could try and throw his brothers off, like a red herring of sorts? 

It had to work.  He needed to protect his brothers.  He had to at least try.

He rolled over in bed, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep.  As he dozed off, he could've sworn it felt like someone was playing with his hair.

It felt quite comforting.

In his sleepy haze, he figured it was his girlfriend, and mumbled a quick thanks, though it was a little slurred.

"Thank you Saaaallyyyy."

"Close Wilby, but not quite," a masculine voice responded.

Then Wilbur fell asleep.