I'd call a cab. {a vigilante tommyinnit story}

Chapter 8 - cycles repeat

TW's: yelling, cursing, violence, alcohol/alcoholism and mini panic attack cause that's how we roll
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Wilbur POV:
"A KID PHIL. HE WAS A GODDAMN KID!" I yelled, turning to look at my father, who had been attempting to calm me down. It had been a few days since... that night, but I wasn't any more calm about it.

"Wilbur, none of us knew that. There's no way you could've either." He says comfortingly.

I sit down at my desk and hold my head in my hands, "phil. I hurt that kid. I threw him against a pole for fucks sake."

"Wilbur, he knew what he was getting into when he went into vigilantism. In my opinion the kid deserved it." Techno pipped up from the corner of my office, quickly receiving a glare from Phil.

"Techno. Be respectful." Phil said, sighing before he continued, "your brother is right though, will, the kid knew he would get hurt."

"BY HEROS? DO YOU THINK THAT WHEN HE LEFT HIS HOUSE HIS BIGGEST FEAR WAS A HERO COMING TO HURT HIM?!" I yelled, slamming my hands on the desk as I jumped up, "because I guarantee it is now."

I sit down slowly while Phil and techno look at me in shock. I grab a glass from a tray on my table and pour myself some whiskey, taking a large sip.

"Will, you said you would stop drinking." Phil said, disappointed.

"Drop it Phil. I'm not in the mood."

He looked like he wanted to say something more, but techno grabbed his arm and walked him out of my office, before the door shut he looked at me.

"Caring this much, it's a good thing Wilbur. But it's going to get you killed one of these days." He says, closing the door behind him.

I wait until their footsteps fade out of earshot before I take another sip of my whiskey and allow tears to fall down my face.

Tommy POV:
I wake up, my back more sore then usual, and immediately notice that I'm still in my blood stained costume. I begin to panic, but looking around I see ranboo and Tubbo sleeping on the floor, Tubbo in bombshells costume and Ranboo in Emits.

The events of a few nights ago work their way back into my memory and I notice myself replaying the pain of getting thrown against that poll the night before. The image repeated in my head over and over, just as it had for the last few days.

We had stayed home from work for the last three days, but it was mostly spent sleeping as we all missed out on a great deal of it in the past few weeks.

I get up and walk to the washroom, looking in the mirror and seeing that my face was still covered in dirt and blood. Sighing, I grab a towel and wet it.

I wash my face, wincing when I discover a cut with the disinfectant I got out. After my face was clean I went onto disinfecting my chest and arms. After that was done I removed the bandages on my back and showered to get off the remaining blood and dirt.

Once I got out I reapplied my bandages and got dressed into sweat pants and a random t-shirt. Walking out of the bathroom I see that ranboo was now awake and sitting on the couch, Tubbo was still asleep on the floor.

I waved to ranboo before walking into the kitchen and seeing what we had to eat. To my dismay we were completely out of food.

"Hey Ranboo, you wanna go to the shop with my after work?" I asked, looking behind me.

"Shouldn't you take a few more days off work after what happened?" He asked, "tubbo and I can head in I'm sure he'd be okay giving up his day off today."

"It's okay, mate. I'll be fine, it doesn't even hurt!" I was in fact lying, my back still hurt like hell and it felt like the pain was creeping around to my ribs, but I've missed enough work as is.