The Day We Met| Quackbur/TNTDuo| Highschool AU

Nightmares

|WARNING, this story is focused around having nightmares, suicide, being abused until left to die then going back and finishing the job, tell me if I missed any|

Wilbur's POV
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I woke up with really sore shoulders and a bit of pain in my neck too. I looked around and couldn't find Quackity anywhere in our room. "Ducky? Where are you?" I called out.

I didn't hear anything in response so I got out of bed and got dressed quickly assuming Quackity had gone downstairs for breakfast and had left me to sleep longer.

Grabbing my phone off the charger, I opened the door of Quackity and I's room, but I look around and realized that I wasn't at Quackity's house. I was back at my previous dad's house.

My eyes widened and I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I looked at my pins on messages to call Quackity but couldn't find his contact anywhere. I opened my contacts app and searched up his name in my phone, 'Ducky❤️' and nothing came up.

I panicked and walked over to my little brother's room. I knocked on his door an got no answer, I knocked again before opening the door and peaking in.

My jaw dropped and my eyes blow open, I pushed the door open fully and ran to Tommy. "TOMMY YOU HAVE TO BE JOKING!" I screamed in terror, cutting the rope holding my little brother off the floor by his neck.

I heard no response, I shook Tommy and felt his pulse. "TOMMY NO!" I cried and hugged my little brother tight. Tears flowed down my cheeks like a river, dripping off my chin and soaking my now dead little brother's covered shoulder.

I sat crying over my brother's body for a while longer before I got up to see if I could find a suicide note. On his bed side table I found what I was looking for and read the note.

'If you're reading this I'm dead. I finally did it. If this is my father, just know you were shit and I hate you. If this is Wilbur, I hope you know this is your fault. I can't believe you left to go live with Phil and MY best friend, making me stay here and deal with dad's abuse. Don't act like you care, you never did. If this is Techno, I wish we couldh have hung out more, you're my favorite brother and my favorite family member entirely. Love you Techno.'

I stared in horror at the note in my hands. "My- my fault..? I led my little brother to suicide?!" I cried again and tore up the note in anger, but not with Tommy, with myself.

I don't remember any of this, have the last six months all been me dreaming?! Or is this a dream? I can't tell, but my brother is dead, I don't know if Quackity is even real and I'm at my dad's house again.

I forced myself to leave Tommy's room and ran down the stairs. I looked around frantically to find anyway to tell what was real and what wasn't.

"Wilbur. You're stressing out your older brother can you piss off!" my dad yelled at me. I froze in terror hearing my father's voice again.

When I didn't leave my father walked over to me and smacked me upside the head. I looked to Techno for support and watched as he rolled his eyes. My heart shattered as I felt my father begin to smack, punch and kick me, feeling all the pain yet my eyes stayed glued to the older man on the couch, completely ignoring me.

Eventually I averted my eyes as my father started to beat my head into the railing of the staircase behind me. I felt tears start to roll down my cheeks and I screamed out in pain but didn't fight it.

I allowed my father to beat me senseless into the structure behind me, only verbally acknowledging that it was happening by screaming in pain every so often when something hurt more than usual.

I felt the sweet bliss of going unconscious eat away at the back of my mind. My father finally left me alone and I fell to the floor. Curled into a ball, laying on my side on the hard wooden floor I just cried.

I let all the tears I've ever held back fall out, forming a small puddle under my head. Or maybe that damp feeling was blood. I couldn't tell.

I laid there crying for who knows how long, finally deciding the damp feeling against the side of my head was blood. I felt as the familiar feeling of unconsciousness began to take me over.

No, wait, this isn't unconsciousness. I know how that feels and it's not this. It is similar, but this is heavier, and I felt lighter as the feeling started to take me over.

Was this death? Am I finally being released from this torturous world? I can see my mother again! My little brother too!

But what about Quackity? My beloved, are we friends? Lovers like I had thought, does he even know me? Is he even real... Was I imagining him?

I mean he always seemed too perfect to be with me. He treated me so much better than anyone ever had before. He let me talk to him about my issues and concerns, comforted me when he found me on my bathroom floor covered in blood. He even helped me work out the reason I liked feeling the pain, and helped me find a solution that wouldn't hurt me.

But was it even real? Was Quackity even real? Or was that my brain creating the kind of person I wanted to be with in a dream.

My crying had slowed down as I started to fall asleep on the floor. It instantly picked up again and I sobbed at the thought that my most perfect, beautiful boyfriend wasn't real.

I heard footsteps approach and forced open my heavy eyelids to see who it was. My father stood over me as I sobbed, on the brink of what I hope is death.

"Crying makes you ugly, little boy." my father commented. I know that means to stop, but I didn't, I couldn't. My father got pissed off and yelled something I couldn't understand as he kicked me in the head one more time.

With that last feeling of unbearable pain I screamed again and was finally, finally overtaken by the sweet, sweet bliss of death.

"Thank you.."
I muttered out as I went under.

(A/N, cliffhanger part one)