Tw: What is it called if a friend abuses you? Anyway its Wilbur is in this chapter so u know the drill. Light mentions of injury and blood, the big bullet wound from the previous chapters.
"Wilbur!" He yelled jumping into the mans arms.
Wilbur had been waiting for him in front of the warehouse to give him a surprise. He hadn't told Tommy what it was yet but that just made him even more excited.
"Sunshine!" The man yelled wrapping his arms around him and lifting him up slightly.
He grinned wildly at him, Wilbur adjusted him so he was holding him bridal style.
"Bring to the car peasant!" Tommy declared giggling.
"Of course your my little prince." The brunet just snorted in return.
"Toms? Whose this?" Said a monotone voice.
He turned his head to look a Purpled, tilting his head and smiling.
"Pay him no mind brother, Wilbur is not worth our riches." He joked in a mocking voice.
"You have a brother?" The oldest asked raising his eyebrows.
"Three actually, the smallest men ever, no offense Purpled.".
He didn't notice how a dark look crossed Wilbur's face when he revealed that information. Well he thinks now he wouldn't have cared back then.
"Honestly I'm used to it." The dirty blonde sighed. "Anyways have fun Tommy, be back to make dinner, don't forget the time Ranboo burnt spaghetti!"
Tommy laughed slightly as Purpled walked back inside, but stopped when Wilbur suddenly let him falls slightly. He caught himself with his legs stumbling backwards slightly.
"Woah I nearly fell Will! Don't just drop me next time!"
"Get in the car."
"I could've died! Oh imagine if I had falle-" He started dramatically.
"Get in the fucking car Tommy!" Wilbur snarled, grabbing his arm and digging his nails in harshly.
Tommy sat shocked as Wilbur slammed the door, What had he done? Why was he so mad?
He clutched his arm as a small trickle of blood slid down his arm from his finger nail marks. The man got in the car next to him, ignoring him for the whole car ride.
Tears budded in his eyes but he refused to let any fall in fear of making Wilbur angrier.
Wilbur wouldn't do that on purpose right? He was his friend, he wouldn't hurt him on purpose.
He could ignore the warning signs, because it was Wilbur.
Now he wished he realized them sooner.
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Tommy shot out of bed with a gasp, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. However he immediately falls back down when a spike of pain pierces his stomach.
"That's gotta hurt." A voice said from beside him.
"Quackity shut the fuck up." He groaned, not even bothering to turn his head.
"Actually we need to have a talk, Tomathy." Quackity gave him a look making him shrink back.
"Full name? What's next? You're gonna hit me with the 'I'm not mad just disappointed?" He laughed lightly with a slightly strained smile.
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Igniting a darkened flame. // SBI
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