"What is wrong with you!" A deep voice yells from beyond. "What the hell are you thinking?!"
"Techno, I'm dying," I yell.
"In front of him!" He yells. "You know how it feels when someone important does it in front of you and yet you proceed to put Tommy thorough the same trauma!"
"I couldn't live like that!"
"And you think he can?"
"He's strong, stronger than me even," I look up at Techno. "We'll help him. Like you did for me."
"I think you've done enough Wilbur,"
"So...I'm dead?"
"You're more than dead," he mumbles. "You're dead to more than just them. You're dead to me."
"Techno, what?!"
"How could you do that to him?" Techno looks enraged. "He had to watch as you drunk your way through problems because someone you loved died, just so you could do the same to him and he follows your lead."
"What do you mean?" I ask. "Tommy wouldn't do that, he's smart."
"Only as smart as you taught him to be,"
"No,"
"See for yourself," I turn around and a scene flashes in front of me. Tommy lying in the hospital bed. Wires hanging like vines from every limb. He looked dead inside, although he was still breathing.
"You see what you've done?"
"I..."
"Save it," He yells. "Save it for the one who has to deal with this. If I wouldn't have brought you here in the first place, this never would've happened. This isn't just your fault, it's mine." He walks away into the darkness and I'm left alone to sob. He's right. This was my fault. I did this to him. What was I thinking? Offing myself in front of my brother. Of course he'd follow suit. He said he would. Now he's in a hospital bed...because of me and my carelessness. How could I even begin to fix this?
{Created: June 30, 2022, at 1:07 am}
[Published: August 1, 2022, at 1:40 am]
Word Count: 334 words
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Wrong number (Wilbur x OC)
FanfictionWhen 23-year-old Cassandra texts a wrong number it leads up becoming friends with none other than the famous Twitch chatter Wilbur Soot. Trigger Warning: Death, Hallucination, Angst, Trauma, Drinking, etc. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐦...