Just a Job | DISCONTINUED |

Chapter Eleven

Some TWs: Self harm (idk if i missed anything, if i did lmk please)

"Wilbur? You okay in there?" Wilbur jumped, clearly startled at the knock on the door. He had locked himself in the bathroom after his call with the mayor. Although "J" helped him, Wilbur began to spiral again.

As soon as he hung up, the voices came back. Louder than ever. Scolding and praising him for speaking to the mayor again. He needed an out. He had been clean for years; he hated the fact that he ruined it. It was his only escape though.

Luckily for him, he always wore his trench coat, so no one could see the bandages around his wrist. How was it that he put it when he was younger? Giving himself custom zebra print? Walmart fruit ninja? He liked to make jokes about it, not wanting to see the severity of the situation.

"Wilbur. I'm coming in if you don't respond."

"I'm fine Techno. Can I piss in peace please?" Wilbur let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he heard his brother walk away. He quickly cleaned up the blood and set the shaving razor back where he found it.

Techno knew about his old habits, but it's been so many years since Wilbur had an episode. He thought it was over. Or else he wouldn't have razors out in the open.

Wilbur walked out of the bathroom, tugging his coat sleeves over his wrists. Techno thought nothing of it and went into the kitchen. "I have work tonight. You'll be fine here?"

"I'm not five Techno. I'm a grown man."

Techno rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh. "Sorry for worrying about my little brother."

"Literally shove off. You're like what, one year? Two years older?" Wilbur poorly suppressed a smile and crossed his arms. "Anyways you said Ph- you said Dad wanted to talk?"

His brother nodded and grabbed a package of instant ramen. "Mhm. He's at his house whenever you wanna talk." Wilbur mumbled something and nodded, grabbing an apple from the kitchen.

"I'd go but Tom would be here alone, and he can't be alone right now." Wilbur took a bite of his apple and left the kitchen without another word. He should probably pick up another prescription for his meds.

You don't need them. They think you're crazy. The pills only hurt you. Hurt us.

You don't want Quackity to think you're crazy, do you?

Enough with the Quackity obsession. But you know we're right. They think you're insane. Why else would they give you pills?

Besides I think your way to deal with it is just fine.

Wilbur bit his lip harshly and shook his head, closing the door to his room. His lip began to bleed, but he didn't care. He grabbed his guitar and began strumming. Maybe he could work on the new album. He'd been putting it off for so long now, his bandmates were probably annoyed with him.

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It had been multiple hours, and Wilbur had completed the lyrics and melody for one song. One fricking song. They'd be so annoyed with him anyways. He had been ignoring them for weeks, basically ever since Tom came to him. He'd just send over the lyrics and see if they liked it. Just like always.

Best band 💪

Wilbur

Hey guys

Ash

WILBUR.

Joe

WILBUR?