MCYT angst oneshots

Hate

Wilbur and Techno
- self harm
- purging
- anorexia
- fighting

"I can't stand him, really." Wilbur rolled his eyes.

"Why not?" Tommy asked, beginning to get tired of Wilbur and Techno's newfound rivalry.

"He's so full of himself! Thinks he's so much better than everyone else when in all actuality he contributes nothing to this household!"

"He pays his rent and cleans up after himself. That's more than you do, actually." Dream said, sipping from a glass. "What more do you want?"

"I-" Wilbur started, but cut himself off. What did he want? "Well it's none of your business!"

"Whatever, Wilbur." Tommy pushed his chair back from the table and left.

"Just try to be kind, Wil. He's your brother, after all." Phil said, placing a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. Wilbur shook his head and walked towards his bedroom, but stopped short when he heard something unusual coming from the room next to him. He placed his ear on the bathroom door.

"You're better than this." A voice on the other side whispered. It whimpered, then turned on the kitchen sink. Through the sound of the water splashing, Wilbur could just barely make out vomiting. He gingerly knocked on the door.

"Are you alright in there?"

No answer.

"Who's in there?"

Still nothing. Wilbur knocked again, but with more force this time. The bathroom became silent.

"I hope you're decent because I'm coming in!"

Wilbur easily picked the lock and opened the door.

"Techno?" Wilbur's jaw dropped. Techno refused to meet his eyes.

"Leave me alone." He mumbled. Wilbur stepped inside and closed the door, turning off the tap. "I SAID-"

"I HEARD YOU." Wilbur screamed back. "I'm not leaving you like this." His voice cracked.

"Like what?" Techno gulped.

"You did this to yourself, didn't you?"

"I have a stomach bug-"

"Then why are your knuckles all torn up?"

"I..."

"Techno..." Wilbur grabbed Techno's jaw and turned his head so that they were facing each other. Techno's eyes were red and irritated, welling up with tears. "I'm sorry." Wilbur pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry for being such an asshole."

Techno returned the hug, grasping Wilbur's sweater. Soon both boys were sobbing and clinging together, desperate for connection.

"I'm sorry too."

The two sat there until the cries died off and they were left in silence.

"I don't want to fight you anymore." Wilbur softly spoke.

"I never wanted to fight you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Wilbur shakily stood up, offering a hand to Techno.

"Things are gonna be different now."

•••

"Why are Wilbur and Techno being so... weird?" Tubbo scrunched up his face. "I mean, last week they hated each other, now they can't be separate for five minutes. They literally went to the bathroom together!"