Wilbur was laying in his bed staring at the ceiling. It felt like he was glued to his bed. He hasn't been able to leave his room for more than 5 minutes. He forced himself to get out of bed to go visit his brothers grave.
He changed into a yellow sweater and black ripped jeans and black converse. He left his house and walked to the graveyard. When he arrived he went to his brothers grave and sat down. "Hey Tommy.." he spoke as he began to tear up. He felt and hand touch his should and he turned his head around to see. . . Quackity. ~why was he here?~ Wilbur thought. "Hey Wilbur.. are you okay?" The duck hybrid said as he sat beside Wilbur
"I'm fine" Wilbur said in between sobs. "Wilbur it doesn't look like you are what's wrong?" Quackity said in a calming voice. "I just miss toms.. I feel like he died because of me.." Wilbur said as he put his covered his face with his hands. "It's not your fault Wilbur.. you didn't know what he was going through" quackity said. "THATS WHY ITS MY FAULT. . . I DIDNT RELISE MY BROTHERS MENTAL HEALTH WAS BAD" Wilbur screamed as tears fell down his face.
Jnf speaks : hey gremlin people this chapter is short I know and it's also cringe- sorry😀
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The grave || a Wilbur soot angst fanfic || tntduo
FanfictionWilbur's little brother Tommy passes away from suicide. Wilbur's mental health gets worse after Tommy's death.. will quackity be able to help Wilbur? Made by jnf🤪👹 Trigger warnings Sh Suicidal thoughts Suicide attempt There may be more warnings...
