𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

†hangover♪

Wilbur walked down the creaky stairs into the kitchen. Tommy was sat on a stool beside the sink whilst Kristen spread butter on toast. She smiled when she noticed Wil.

"want some?"

Wilbur shook his head. "I'll pass. thanks, tho"

Kristen gently shrugged, putting a small amount of butter on the knife.

He didn't know how he ended up in Philza's house. Tommy had let a lot onto wilbur after he got back, he remembered. But the whole day was a blur.

Wilbur wondered around the house until he found a bathroom. He looked at himself in the spotless mirror.

His hair was messy, and he had a stain of something on the side of his lip. He rubbed it off, filled his hands with water from the sink, and soaked his face for a second. The water was cold, making him wake up a bit more.

"i need a fucking cigarette.." he sighed.

Wilbur walked out of the bathroom slowly, turning out the light. The house was dim. a small portion of light beamed out of a square windows above a sofa.

His paise was slow. He was zoned out in his thoughts, letting his legs guide him to where he was gonna go.

Wilbur knew that he hadn't of been sober yesterday. The memory was vivid, but he could partly remember going down to a near alcohol store and buying himself something.

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "hey, wil. see your awake."

Wilbur turned, seeing Phil. "oh, yeah. Hi phil."

"are you alright? you look a little pale."

Wil shrugged. "eh, im fine. Just- uncertain."

"how come?"

The brunettes lips parted. "how.." he started. "did, i.. get.. here?"

Phil gave Wilbur a confused look. "what do you mean?"

Wilbur glanced to his right and saw a patio chair. He sat.

"i'll be real with you, phil, i dont think i was sober yesterday," he snorted accidentally, meaning to laugh. "at least until after tommy left to.. do whatever. i dont fucking know. And, I don't remember ending up here, but i think tommy went on this whole ranting thing whenever he got back? Something dramatic, or, serious, and then i woke up in a random bed, went downstairs, saw phil- i mean Kristen, and tommy, now we're here."

He said the whole thing with a braindead smile, being giggly the whole time. God he needed a smoke.

Phil stared at wilbur. "i- fuckin hell. okay. So basically you and tommy came here with your shit, we talked for a while, we gave yall the spare bedroom, we went to sleep."

"did tommy say what happened before?"

phil shook his head.

"damn. welp, whatever. how long are we staying? is there even a time frame?"

"uhm, not necessarily i guess. We're helping yall get on yalls feet. Aka, you need to find you and tommy a home, and i'll let yall stream on my pc for, you know, money."

Wilbur grinned. "thanks phil. and, please dont tell anyone. someone could rat us out for money or some shit and tommy would have to go to the camp thingy"

Phil furrowed his eyebrows. "what camp?"

Wilbur opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a voice. "hey phil, can i stream on your pc? A short one?" Tommy said loudly, peaking his head into the room.