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Never escaping [A Wilbur soot angst fic] [Basicly Eburnean Wilbur-]

Horror

Eburnean Tommy, but Wilbur? TW: BLOOD, DEATH, TORTURE, NON-CONSENT TOUCHING (NOT SEXUAL-), Panic attacks, Anxiety attacks, lots of crying... AND LOTS OF ANGST! LANGUAGE.

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Are you sure you're not gay for my brother?

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by Me_isFay

by Me_isFay

366 words, I got lazy-

TW: BLOOD, PANIC ATTACKS, KIDNAPPING, SCARS.

Quackity POV:

Tommy ran into my office, clearly on edge. "Quackity! H-Have yo seen Wilbur!? I-I can't find him anywhere!" I got up starting to walk towards him 'Why the hell would I care where he is?' "Ok kid slow down, I haven't seen him, he's probably fine..." I put my hand on his shoulder, "I-I- His Communicator is off and I-" "When was the last time he ran off like this?" I briefly interrupted, he looked at me. "When he was... 16 maybe..? No- wait... Last week?" I sighed, smiling a bit, "See, he probably just went for a walk for a few..." I see him untense, letting out a long sigh. "Big Q can you please help me find him? Please" 'What the fuck, no' "Yea- eh why not"

So then we were off, we asked around and as I thought no one had seen him, I saw the panic rising in Tommy, "W-what if something happened to him!?" "Tommy, calm down."

Wilbur pov:

I open my eyes to see I was back in the small room. My vocal cords felt like they were sliced in half, "Huh, I didn't think the scar would be that bad." I let out a small whimper, I knew it was pointless but I tried to break free. "Stop, there's no point, no one is coming for you." Dream ruffled my hair, "Now... I need something from you." I looked up at him, that smile mocking me endlessly. "Kill Tommy." My breathe hitched, "Over my god damn dead body!" I hissed as my wings puffed up. His fist hit my nose making a loud crunching sound, I was on the ground trying to process what just happen. "Like I said, no talking." He crouched down to me, grabbing my chin, getting blood on his hands. My blood.

Quackity POV:

"Tommy calm down... He's going to be ok." I put my hand on his shoulder, "B-But-! What if he's hurt!" I can see him visible shaking, "Tommy-" I can see his breathing pick up, getting uneven. "Tommy Breathe... He's fine..." He looked at me. Disbelief. I pulled him into a tight hug, his breathe slowly calming down. "Maybe you're right..." He sighed.

SORRY IT'S SHORT-