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"What's going on up there?" A voice, Wilbur, yelled from a few doors down.
Fucking vampires.
"Nothing, you bloodsucking parasitic asshat!" He screamed, putting a smile on his face. He told them, even if the insult itself was stolen from L'manberg High. Either way, it was a good insult and Tommy hoped it shut Wilbur the fuck up.
"That's not very nice, is it, Tommy?" Wilbur asked.
Tommy jumped back screaming, though that only pushed him into Wilbur who'd materialised seemingly out of nowhere behind him.
He looked around, seeing every lamp and table, every unit he'd shoved in front of the door moved back to its old place, the barrier he'd spent all morning building up seemingly completely missing.
"How- What? Wilbur, get the fuck out of here!" Tommy ordered, much to Wilbur's amusement.
"Is someone having a bad day?" Wilbur cooed, moving to touch his hair as he spoke.
"Get- Get the fuck away from me." He stuttered, though Wilbur just placed his hands on Tommy's head in some form of mocking retaliation.
Tommy paced back slowly, Wilbur appearing the same distance ahead of him every time he moved.
"Wilbur, Please!" He begged, prompting Wilbur to tut patronisingly at him, as though he were a dog Wilbur was attempting to coax out from under a car.
"Listen, Tommy... I know you've been- You've been... Sick, recently-" Wilbur said quietly, his voice sickly smooth, activating some kind of instinctive fear inside of Tommy he'd lay dormant for months, years, maybe.
"Fuck off, Wilbur. Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck. Up." Tommy growled, though Wilbur seemed undeterred.
"But that's no excuse to throw a fit. Is it, Sunshine?" Wilbur smiled, his head tilting like the earth on its axis, slightly dopey yet possessiveness leaked out like blood from Tommy's neck.
"I'm not throwing a fit! Stop, Wilbur! You're trying to gaslight me. I know you are!" Tommy shouted, and Wilbur seemed to break.
The carefully curated calm, possessive mask Wilbur had created suddenly dropped, and his face sank. His eyes became wet and sullen, and Tommy almost felt guilty.
"I just-" Wilbur sniffled, tears streaming down his pale face. "They just- Prime, Tommy... I'm such a shit older brother, all the fucking time." He sobbed as he sank down to the floor...
Well Prime, What the fuck was Tommy meant to do?
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Do I Need It? (Am I Under Control?)
FanfictionTommy's never left L'manberg City before. So when his new vampire family offer a way out, who was he to refuse? They'd keep him safe, wouldn't they? Fully posted on my Archive Of Our Own Account Carosbee, under my pseudonym Riverinnit.
