Hurting Or Healing? (Season 2 of Long Lost Love)

The Argument

"Why can't we just blow it up?"

All heads turned to Wilbur. He had this crazy look in his eyes. His chocolate brown irises were barely visible.

"Are you high?" Quackity asked him back. Will has lost his mind.

"Think about it. Even if we're all against him, anyone who knows Schlatt knows that he has some sort of trick up his sleeve. He turned someone like Dream to his side. Who says he won't turn us against each other?" He rambled. I'd hate to think we have a traitor here. But I trust Tommy and Tubbo.

"Wilbur, we aren't blowing up L'man-"

"It's called Manburg" he interrupted me. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"For someone who was so attached to the country YOU created, I thought you'd hate any sort of change made to it against your better judgement" I shot back. He frowned at me, yet stayed silent. Techno gave me a disapproving look and a head shake. Oh, shut up Techno.

"Wilbur, in the nicest way possible, what is wrong with you lately?" Tommy asked, suspicious of Will. I feel like Will's going to blow it up regardless of our input. Especially in this state of mind.

"What d'you mean? I'm speaking the truth here, Tommy. You can't trust your best friend, you can't trust me" his volume increased. In the midst, a ding from Quackity was heard. He pulled out his communicator and after a second his expression changed to being upset.

"I have to go, Schlatt is yelling at me for noone being in the office" he glanced at Wilbur and gave him an unnaproving look. He left soon after. Tommy turned to Wilbur again.

"You're not going to blow it up" he said matter of factly. Will didn't answer. Techno had already left, so it was the three of us, well four counting Tubbo in.

"I will Tommy" Will gave him an unsettling smile. It sent shivers down my spine. Tommy was equally creeped out, but he still didn't believe it.

"No, you can't. We can still take it back" he tried to reason with him, and at that moment, I saw the hope leave Will's eyes. I knew that look. As a mercenary I knew those eyes. The look of grimace and acceptance. He's already decided.

"Oh, Tommy. The hope in your eyes are so bright" he started off. His monotone voice echoed throughout the ravine. I don't like where this is going.

"But, why do we have to be the heroes here?" he put his hands on Tommy's shoulders. I seperated them and turned to Will.

"Oh no, your not going to manipulate him infront of me" I glared at him. As long as I'm here, he won't hurt anyone emotionally.

"Wait, Wilbur what do you mean by heroes?" Tommy pushed me aside. I don't even want to know. He smirked.

"We were always the heroes, weren't we? The Dream Team and now Schlatt are the villains. At least, that's how everyone sees them as. But they... they are the winners here" he ranted. Tommy was lost in thought. He seemed to contemplate everything he knew.

"No, they... they didn't win. We did!" He second guessed himself. The effects were already seeping in. Tubbo had started panting and he was sweating in his sleep. Fear struck me for a moment, completely distracting me from Tommy and Will. I ran to him and held his hand.

"Tubbo-Toby, it's okay. I'm right here" I whispered to him, comforting him through his unconscious panic attack.

"P-please... don't.. hi-hit me.." he muttered, making my eyes widen.

That

Sick

Bastard

I clenched the headboard so hard it left a mark. I don't care what anyone says, I don't care what anyone does, I will kill him with my own hands.

Tubbo... My brother. I failed my duty as an older sister. I was supposed to be there for him, to protect him. But because of my problems, I completely forgot about him. Tears pricked my eyes.

"Toby, I-I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" I sobbed, holding my traumatized little brother. Words could not describe how awful and a terrible sister I felt at that second.

"I am such a.. terrible sister. I don't even deserve to be called a sister." my anger had melted into somber. I am so sorry..

Tommy POV

Holy shit Tubbo! I ran to his side, but was pulled back by Wilbur.

"Let me go, Tubbo's fucking having a panic attack!" I struggled under his grip. He didn't budge.

"Don't go to him" he warned me. I looked at him furiously.

"What the fuck Wilbur?! Let me the fuck go!" I didn't hit him, but I clawed at him.

"Think about it Tommy! Your best friend, your Tubbo could be a traitor! What if he's pretending!?" He yelled at me. I couldn't believe what he was saying. Tubbo would never betray us! He's Tubbo! He doesn't betray people.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" I screamed back. We got into a shouting match. Before I could shout back, all of a sudden Wilbur's hands were off of me. I saw Elaine was less than a metre infront of me and Wilbur on the ground holding his cheek with a shocked face. Elaine was standing next to me, pissed out of her mind with tears running down her face.

"Don't you EVER accuse my brother of being a traitor!" She threatened him. Wilbur scrambled to get up.

"Elaine.. you struck me.." he said in disbelief. Elaine didn't even regret what she did.

"Yes I did. Because you are talking nonsense!" She scolded him. I was too in shock to say anything. Holy shit. This is serious.

"I am only speaking the truth! And you know it! Your just hesitant because he's your brother!" Wilbur argued back. He is going to be murdered by her. We heard Tubbo groaning and I went over to him.

"Tubbo big man! You okay?" I asked him. His eyes were barely open.

"D-don't hurt me... please.." he begged, which took me by complete surprise. What the actual fuck happened to him?

"I won't hurt you Big T. Don't mind the screaming" I advised him. He opened his mouth to say something but something caught both of our ears.

"What happened to you?! You're a fucking psycho!"