MCYT angst oneshots

Comfort

Wilbur
- some disordered eating, very minor

"I'm just sick of them always telling me what to do, like- I'm almost an adult and they still won't even let me out past 11! It's so frustrating. I can handle myself, I don't need to be babied- are you even listening?"

"Oh- what? Yeah, yeah."

Tubbo rolled over.

"Yeah? Soo... what did I just say?"

"Um..."

"Riiiight... What's up with you today?"

"It's nothing, just- I'm worried about Wilbur."

Tubbo furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Wilbur? That's the musician right? What's wrong with him?"

"I... don't know. He's just... off? I can't explain it."

"Well did you guys fight or something?"

"No... and I don't remember doing anything to upset him either."

"Huh."

"Tubbo! Your dad's here!" Phil shouted.

"Oh sorry- like I said, strict. See you around?"

"Yeah, totally."

Tubbo ran out of Tommy's room and down the stairs, leaving Tommy alone with his thoughts. Ever since they'd moved here, there was something wrong about Wilbur. He would always deny it when asked, but everyone could see it. Especially Tommy.

Tommy pushed himself up from his bed and walked over to Wilbur's room, putting his ear up to the door.

Silence.

Tommy knocked.

"O-oh! Just a second!" Wilbur shouted. He seemed... nervous? Tommy heard him rummage around his room for a few more seconds before opening the door halfway. He looked relatively normal, save for the sweat beading on his brow.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Nothing, Tommy. Just- just writing a song!"

"Uh... yeah. I'm not convinced."

Tommy pushed on the door, only for Wilbur to push it back into him, retreating further inside his room.

"Really, everything is fine here! Don't worry about it!"

With that, Wilbur slammed and locked the door. Tommy was suspicious, to say the least. Wilbur was acting especially peculiar tonight.

"Boys, dinner!" Phil called.

Tommy waited at Wilbur's door for a moment, waiting to see if he'd come out. After about a minute passed, Tommy sighed and headed downstairs to join his family for dinner. Or, at least, part of his family.

Tommy sat down in his regular spot next to Phil. On his other side was an empty seat. Techno sat across from him, and Kristin was at the other end.

"No Wilbur?"

"No, guess not."

"Pity."

Phil passed Tommy a plate of bread. He took one and passed it to Kristin.

"Dad?" Tommy looked over to Phil.

"Yes?"

"... What's wrong with Wilbur?"

Silence fell over the table.

"I... don't know, Tommy."

Tommy pushed his food around his plate.