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ⵊ Dᴏɴ'ᴛ Kɴᴏᴡ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ⵊ Aᴍ Oʀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ⵊ'ʟʟ Gᴏ

TW// cussing, underage smoking, being high mention, blood

Wilbur's POV
Two weeks later

Two weeks passed and I hadn't seen Tommy again. I was worried. Was he hurt? I could tell another storm was on its way, so I didn't expect him to come back today, unless he came and left before it fully got here.

I did have a weird feeling, though.

I thought, fuck it, and I went to the shore, turning human. I walked down the road to where I remembered Tommy's home to be. When I arrived, I went up and knocked on the door. Phil answered.

"Oh hey! Can I help you?" He asked. "Yeah, I was just- I haven't seen Tommy in a while so I was wondering if he's alright. I hope I found sound weird for that." I nervously laughed. Phil tilted his head and got a smug look on his face.

"I thought he's went to see you like five times this week." He said. "No? I haven't seen him in two weeks." I replied. "He- He said that he's been seeing you nearly every day." "Well...he hasn't."

Phil sighed.

"I'll ask him about it. He's not home right now, he went out with his friends Tubbo and Ranboo." He said. I nodded. "Sorry for bothering you." I said, going to leave. "No problem. Anytime, mate."

I then left and went into town.

That's strange. Why would Tommy say he's coming to see me and then not?

As I walked, the streets were pretty empty. It was quiet.

I then heard laughing coming from a nearby alley. I didn't think much of it, until I recognized the voices.

"That's fuckin' stupid, Toby. Why would you kiss a cat on the mouth?" I heard Tommy ask. "Leave me be! I was high!" His friend Tubbo replied. "You need help, man." Ranboo then said.

As I neared, I smelled smoke. Cigarette smoke. Are they smoking?!

I walked to the edge of the alley, spotting Tommy and his two friends sitting on the cold ground between the two building. Tubbo and Ranboo were on the wall on the left, and Tommy was by himself on the right.

And just as I excepted, they were all three smoking.

"Tommy, what the hell are you doing?" I asked, walking closer. He jumped, obviously startled. "Oh, hey, Wil! Want one?" He asked. "No, I don't. Why do you have one?" I replied.

"Hey, Tom, who's the party pooper?" Tubbo asked. "This is my mate Wilbur." He said. I reached and took the cigarette out of his hands.

"Your father would kill you if he caught you smoking." I said. "Who cares? I sure as hell don't." He replied. I rolled my eyes, tossing the cigarette on the ground. "Come on. We're leaving." "What? No."

I gave him a look and he exhaled.

"Fine, party pooper." He sighed, standing up. "See you two later." He held up a piece sign to his two friends, who waved in return, and then we walked away.

"What the fuck, Tommy? Smoking? Since when do you smoke? Do you know how bad that is for you?" I asked. "Yeah, I know, and I don't really care. It's a stress reliever. And that's onky the third time I've done it, it's not like I'm gonna get addicted."

I stopped walking and turned to him.

"One turns into three, three turns into a pack, a pack turns into two packs, two turns into five, and before you know it, you're smoking a pack every day. If I catch you smoking again, I'll tell your dad." I said.

Tommy bit his lip, looking at the ground.

"Ok...sorry." He said. I exhaled, patting his shoulder. "It's fine." I said.

After a bit longer of walking, we stopped at a small shop because Tommy said he had to sue the restroom. I stayed in the main shop, looking around while he went to the restroom.

A good, maybe, five minutes passed and he wasn't out. I didn't hesitate to go check after the seven minute mark because of what happened last time. When I walked in, he wasn't in there, but there was a piece of paper on the sink.

"Decided to go home, see you tomorrow, maybe? P.S. went through the back door of the shop." It said.

I got a weird feeling. One, why would he go through the back door? Two, why would he just leave? And three, is that blood?

There was a small red dot on the paper that looked a lot like blood. I then noticed a little blood smeared on the sink and a bit on the floor.

I grabbed the note and ran out of the shop, down the street, and to Tommy's home. When I arrived, I knocked on the door, and this time, Techno answered.

"Hey, uh, is Tommy here?" I asked, breathing heavily from my run. "Uhm, no, he's not. Didn't my dad tell you he's with his friends?"

"No, no, he was. I was walking him home and we stopped at a shop and then he disappeared. Found this in the restroom." I said, passing him the note. He read it and his faces changed.

"This isn't his handwriting. And Tommy doesn't use commas and punctuation when we writes unless it's something important. He didn't make this." Techno said. "And...is this blood?"

"That why I came here, because I think it is and I wanted to see if he's ok." I said. "Stay here." Techno said, walking into the house. I could hear a faint conversation being held with Phil, and then I heard the two coming back to the door.

"Where did you last see him?" Phil asked. "The drug store. There was blood all over the sink and floor so I thought he got hurt and came home." I said.

Phil pushed passed me and went down the porch.

"Well, I'm gonna go look for him. You two coming?" He asked. Techno locked the house door and then the three of us started down the road.

It was getting slightly late, and the sun was already setting, so we had to be fast.

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