MCYT angst oneshots

Red Knuckles

Tubbo, Wilbur
- restriction
- purging
- self harm

Tubbo gulped as he looked down at his plate. He'd been staying over at Dream's house with a few of their streamer friends the past few nights and had avoided a few meals by claiming jet lag, but people were starting to get suspicious.

"Are you feeling unwell, Tubbo?" Tommy asked, noticing that Tubbo hadn't taken even one bite since they all sat down. "Surely your body should be adjusted by now."

"I'm okay, I just don't really like pasta," Tubbo chuckled nervously.

"Why didn't you say something? I'll make you something else," Dream replied, standing up. Tubbo forced a smile.

"Thanks..."

"Is ham and cheese okay?"

"Yes, that's fine." Tubbo's stomach churned. He would be forced to eat, but that was okay because he could just throw it up afterwards.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're sweating." Phil put a hand on Tubbo's head and frowned.

"I'm fine guys, it's just the new environment is all. I probably just picked up a cold or something."

Dream came back with a couple of sandwiches and set them down in front of Tubbo. Tubbo felt several sets of eyes burning into his skull.

"Um- guys? I can't eat with you all staring at me like that." Tubbo chuckled once more. The eyes turned away one by one, going back to whatever conversations they were having before. Tubbo gingerly picked up a sandwich and took a deep breath, chewing slowly and carefully. He made sure to chew as much as possible to make the purging easier. He finished up and placed his dish in the sink, making him way to the bathroom furthest from all activity. It would be so embarrassing if someone were to catch him.

Tubbo locked the door and kneeled in front of the toilet, curling a few fingers into his palm and leaving a few straight out. He took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut, and shoved the extended fingers down his throat, activating his gag reflex. Stomach acid burned his throat before coming out into the toilet. Tears fell and mixed in with the vomit as Tubbo continued to make himself gag until he was sure there was nothing left inside of him.

He grabbed onto either side of the toilet and looked at the mess he made. He slowly pushed himself up onto shaky legs and flushed the toilet, wiping the seat of any stray chunks. He then clambered over to the sink to wash his face and mouth, popping a mint in when he was done to cover the smell. He walked out of the bathroom and was almost sure that he'd gotten away with it- until he saw Wilbur standing a few feet away.

"I saw you leave and came to check up on you. I heard you throw up."

"Uhh... yeah, I think the sickness is affecting my stomach-"

"Tubbo."

"...yeah?"

"You can't lie to me. Not about this."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw your knuckles."

"S-so what?"

"Don't act stupid, I know you've been making yourself throw up. And starving yourself too, by the looks of it."

"I- I haven't been-!"

"You know I'm right."

"...are you going to tell anyone?"

"I... I don't know."

"Please don't, it's embarrassing! I don't want anyone to think any less of me because of this..."

"Nobody is going to think any less of you."