‼️DISCONTINUED‼️ Drowning Olympian - DSMP olympic water sports AU

Chapter 8 - "I Could've Done More..."

Sally POV:

Sally was mad, at herself of course, not Wilbur. Never Wilbur. She should have noticed. Should have stayed there to calm him down, but she had been too focused on herself, too hurt to notice that Wil was just protecting them.

She should've noticed something was wrong, but she hadn't. She hadn't and she had let herself be hurt, and she had let Aimsey snap at Wilbur, which had just hurt him more and she was at fault here. It was all so blatantly her fault.

Niki and Aimsey were being insistent that she wasn't to blame, but of course they would say that. After all, they were her friends. They would always try to make her feel better, but it didn't help. Not this time. Not when she had hurt Wilbur.

Her mind kept flashing back to memories of Wilbur, when he had been anxious at every touch. Remembered how she would ask him if something was ok before doing it, "can I hold your hand?" "Can I kiss you" she never should have stopped asking. She had gotten so used to Wilbur always saying yes now, not at first, but now. She had stopped asking, forgetting how important it was to Wilbur.

And now she had done this, caused this. She should have been careful. Should have told her it was her before touching him from behind. Should have made it all clear. Should have asked. The one thing Wilbur had asked her to do, and she had stopped doing it.

She was a monster. She was the worst girlfriend in the world and she was no where near good enough for Wilbur. He deserved so much, deserved far better then her. It didn't matter how much Sally might love him, she wasn't good enough. Not to deserve him. How could anyone be good enough to deserve Wilbur?

Wilbur the man who never failed to crack a joke and make people smile. Wilbur who had noticed how other teams were functioning, able to note those who needed help. Wilbur who sometimes got lost in the words of his songs and forgot to swim the routine. Wilbur who could design a routine all by himself if he chose, but refused because he knew Eret, Niki and Fundy enjoyed it more. Wilbur who was never afraid to share things that made him smile. Wilbur who, despite his anxiety, had never given up. Wilbur who had competed while having a panic attack. Wilbur who's entire team had stopped, ignoring that it was Worlds, because Wilbur had been drowning, unable to feel his legs.

Wilbur was the most special person Sally knew, and she had been too caught up in her own excitement to notice Wil's pain. Maybe someone, somewhere out there, was good enough to deserve Wilbur, but Sally wasn't. She never would be. It didn't matter how hard she tried. Wilbur was simply too perfect for her.

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Tubbo POV:

Tubbo of course, regretted sleeping in. Regretted forgetting to set a timer, hating that he had woken up to a phone call from Fundy. Of course his annoyance had nothing to do with waking up, nor the call, nor the fact it came from his teammate. No. He loved Fundy, who was one of Tubbo's closest friends. The problem was the fact that he hadn't been there. Hadn't been there to help fix whatever had happened at breakfast. Hadn't been there to do something. Now he was here, in a dark room, staring blankly across at his sleeping teammate. How was he supposed to tell Ranboo?

All Tubbo could will himself to do was thank Fundy for explaining the situation, and slip across to the door, double checking the lock and moving a chair in front of it.

He shot a message to the team groupchat letting them know where he and Ranboo were, then he sat down to wait for someone to tell him what to do.

Tubbo wanted to be there so bad, wanted to do something to help, but his eyes kept returning to Ranboo's sleeping form. He had to protect Ranboo. If there were people like that... not Ranboo. He wouldn't let them hurt Ranboo.

Tubbo couldn't help the anxiety welling up inside him as the minutes creeped past. He wanted to listen to music, but didn't dare put headphones on incase he didn't hear them come. If they had gone after Wilbur... it was more then likely Ranboo would be next. Tubbo wouldn't let that happen. He was here now, he hadn't been before, but now... now there was no chance he was leaving. Never again. Not when Ranboo wasn't safe.

Tubbo didn't know why they had gone after Wilbur, but he sensed from the message he had gotten from Phil, that this was not the first time the two had appeared. Tubbo dreaded finding out who it was. Dreaded finding out if it was someone he knew. Hell, they were Olympians, and Tubbo had already gone around meeting people when he and Ranboo had gone to dinner the previous night. Maybe he had talked to the monsters. Maybe he had even wished them a good Olympics.

If he had... Tubbo would take it back instantly. If he had been nice, he would snarl warnings next time they met, to even the odds at least.

No one hurt Tubbo's team and just got away with it. Not a single person. It was that simple.

So, when Ranboo started to stir, Tubbo didn't wake him with a "good morning" the way he normally would. He just let Ranboo fall back asleep again. Safer that way. Safer. Ranboo would just worry and panic and stress and want answers Tubbo didn't have. He might even leave the room, and Tubbo couldn't stand the thought of that. This room was safe. No one was coming in here. If he could protect Ranboo in here, then he would. He would do it every time. Again and again forever until his team was safe.

Words: 1000

A/N: this was a chapter I was supposed to release yesterday cuz i made a deal with my sister, but I was tired and went to sleep instead, so I let her choose the POVs, and these were her choices, so enjoy! :D