DSMP Oneshots!

A Brush With Death (2)

cw// mentions of character death

Tommy looked back at Tubbo, his nerves calming as he saw that he was still breathing. He sighed with relief, "You're such an idiot..." He smiled, "Making me so worried..." He took out his communicator, and he texted Quackity about what had happened.
Once he finished, he waited for a response, impatiently tapping his fingers on his knee. Once it was long enough, he just put the communicator down with a sigh and looked back at Tubbo. He yawned, desperately craving sleep, but he was too afraid to leave Tubbo's side.
He debated what to do with himself before just shrugging and lying next to Tubbo, getting covered up, and trying to sleep.

Quackity groaned slightly as the light hit his eye. He huffed, covering his eye and rubbing it as he sat up groggily. He sighed softly, looking over to his right to see Wilbur sleeping by his side. He smiled, petting his hair gently and kissing his cheek, "Muy bonito~" He purred into his ear softly, and he tried not to giddy when he saw Wilbur's lips turn upward into a content smile.
Quackity sighed softly as he smiled, staring down at his secret lover, but he quickly turned his attention to the light beeping on his communicator. He raised an eyebrow, carefully flipping the blanket off of him and quickly putting his boxers on. He walked over to his desk, picking the device up, and checking his messages, to see that Tommy had texted him rather late last night. He blinked and quietly read it, his breath hitched and his heart sank down as he slowly lowered the device back onto his desk. Tears well up in his eye, and he shook his head. "Wilbur. Wilbur, get up! I've gotta leave-" He spoke, quickly going to his closet to grab out some clean clothes.

Wilbur woke up, and sleepily gave Quackity a hum of confusion. "Wha- what's goin' on...?" He lifted his head, watching Quackity get dressed.
"Tubbo nearly died last night."
Wilbur suddenly felt very awake. "WHAT!?" He shouted, sitting up abruptly. "Fucking hell- What happened!?" Wilbur quickly stood up and pulled his boxers up, then put his pants and sweater back on.
"All Tommy told me was that he hit his head and that I needed to hurry over because he's not feeling good!" Quackity was trying not to panic. "XD dammit all, if we didn't do that shit last night I would have seen the text, this is all my fucking fault!" Quackity was starting to cry, but he was trying his hardest not to let his tears fall.
Wilbur softened, "Alex, no, no, it's not your fault at all..." He went over to him, hugging him close. "Tommy would have taken care of him, okay? If Tubbo was about to die, he would have taken Tubbo to Phil, alright? Trust me..." He pet his hair.

Quackity hugged back, crying into his chest. He nodded gently, gripping Wilbur's sweater.
Wilbur kissed the top of his head, "Tubbo's a strong kid... he's going to be okay." He comforted Quackity, "Let's get ready and go check on him, okay? That'll make you feel better, won't it?"
Quackity sniffled, wiping his tears as he nodded. "Okay... yeah, let's go see him."
Wilbur smiled and nodded, kissing his cheek one more time before he parted from him, putting his trenchcoat on, and then his boots.
Quackity quickly put on a simple tank top and some ripped jeans. He grabbed a thick, dark blue sweater for when they got to Snowchester and they quickly made their way out of Las Nevadas.

"Just sit the fuck down, man! I'll get you some water myself, alright? I don't want you to end up falling over again." Tommy huffed.
Tubbo sighed, "Okayyy... fine."
"Thank you." Tommy got up from the chair and turned to the door, stepping down from the platform and leaving the room. He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, getting Tubbo a cup of water but he paused when he heard some voices. He sighed, wielding his sword as he set the cup down and slowly traveled down the hallway, and he peeked out of the doorway. His nerves calmed as he saw Quackity and Wilbur traveling up the staircase. He sighed, relieved as he put his sword back and stepped out. "Why are you even here, Wilbur? You know Tubbo doesn't like you."
Both Wilbur and Quackity perked up, and Wilbur quickly answered, "I know, but he's still a brother to me, obviously, I came to make sure he was okay."