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

Chapter 15 - Brothers

TW's: alcohol/alcoholism, puking, withdrawal, yelling, violence, cursing
Tommy POV:
"So.. you guys are vigilantes..?" Wilbur asked apprehensively.

"Yeah." Tubbo replied flatly.

We had gotten Wilbur to calm down enough to take the Advil and listen to us, but it was obvious he was still wanting a drink.

"How long?" He asked, posing another question that we knew he wouldn't like the answer to.

"For me? Since I was 12. Tubbo since he was 15." I replied, being honest.

Wilbur's frown deepened and he shifted uncomfortably. Techno passed him another glass of water, which he accepted with a quiet 'thank you.'

Taking a sip of water, Wilbur stayed silent for a moment before asking the question we all dreaded.

"Who.. are you guys?" He started before elaborating, "as vigilantes I mean."

The room went quiet and me and techno shared a glance. We knew we couldn't lie to Wilbur considering the events conspiring in the villains side of things, but no one wanted to be the one to tell him.

I glanced to Phil- who had returned from the shop a few minutes after we started talking to Will -but he was fast asleep.

"Bombshell and Theseus." I said, sighing, "Tubbo is Bombshell and I'm Theseus."

Wilbur stares at the floor, shock evident on his face.

"But I.." he says, not finishing his sentence but his point getting across.

I let out another sigh before responding, "you didn't know it was me Will. Hell, you thought I was an adult. I'm fine now anyways."

"FINE? TOMMY THAT POLE WAS BLOOD COVERED." He yelled at me, tears in his eyes.

"Will, it was just a few cuts." I said, playing down the injury.

Tubbo looked at me with disapproval, he knew I was sugarcoating the situation.

"Tommy, be honest with him." Tubbo said, loudly.

I shot a glare at Tubbo. Didn't he know that he would just make this all worse?

"What do you mean?" Techno piped up, starring at tubbo in slight shock.

"I mean Tommy knows that his injury's weren't 'just a few cuts.'" He said, glaring at me.

"TUBBO?!" I yelled at him in anger and confusion.

"NO TOMMY. I'm sorry, but you fucking know you don't treat your wounds correctly." Tubbo said, directly glaring at me now.

"Your making this a bigger deal then it needs to be, Tubs." I said, chuckling in an attempt to play this off. "Besides this isn't about me right now."

The room went silent before Phil spoke up. "Tommy, we'll forget about this for now but I'm taking you to see someone later on." I was about to protest but Phil cut me off, "it's a hero friend, she'll help you out injury wise."

I nod, before turning back towards the main group. Techno and Ranboo were just starring at the ground while tubbo and Wilbur both starred at me- Wilbur with pity, and tubbo with smugness.

I, in an attempt to change subjects, ask the one issue that's been bothering me for a bit. "What are we going to do about our apartment? Dream knows where we live."

Tubbo's smugness fades at that. We all knew we didn't have enough money to rent a new apartment, and even if we did, there was a large chance that Dream could find us.

"A hotel!" Phill pipes up.

"What?" Tubbo asks in confusion, "we don't have the money for that."

"I'll pay for it. It's the least I can do." Wilbur adds on.