Crimeboys [dsmp au]

chapter eight

Wilbur knew  why he had the terrible headache. He knew that that maybe he had a few to much to drink with Quackity. It was his first time ever. Quackity had offered it to him, and he took it. That had been no excuse though. Wilbur actually just wanted to hide. He wanted to hide from the thoughts that kept him up at night, to hide from the feeling of loneliness that haunted him from the moment he woke up from his nightmares. The drinking soothed him but it also clouded his thoughts. It dragged him deeper into the hole Wilbur had already dug. 

"Wilbur, are you alright?" Techno asked him as he entered the classroom. Quackity exchanged glances with Wilbur. 

"Yeah I'm alright." Wilbur put his hand to his temples. 

Techno eyed him skeptically but didn't press the issue further, taking his seat beside Wilbur. Quackity, sitting nearby, shot him a knowing look, but Wilbur avoided his gaze, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. Throughout the class, Wilbur's mind wandered, his thoughts consumed by a mix of regret, anxiety, and self-doubt. Wilbur thought of Tommy's face from this morning. He cringed.  

 Guilt clawed at him, knowing he had let his brother down once again. He cringed at the memory, wishing he could turn back the hours. The weight of his actions weighed heavily on Wilbur's conscience, and he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the lesson. Mr. Marriott continued talking, the only thing Wilbur picked up from the lesson was that he had a paper due Wednesday.

The bell finally rung, the students piled out of the classroom. Wilbur stayed behind as Quackity waited for him. 

"You also hungover?" Quackity joked.

"Yep." Wilbur fixed his glasses as he spoke. This was something Wilbur did when nervous and Quackity noticed. 

Quackity noticed a lot of things. Quackity had always been observant, and he had a knack for picking up on the emotions of those around him. He was an empath in a way. As he watched Wilbur, a sense of concern swept through his own thoughts. He knew that Wilbur had been struggling lately, but he hadn't really realized the extent of it until now.

Guilt swelled in Quackity's stomach. He should never have offered the drinks to Wilbur. It was stupid. 

Quackity walked along next to Wilbur. Eventually they parted ways. As Wilbur and Quackity parted ways, a heavy silence hung between them, each lost in their own thoughts. Guilt gnawed at Quackity's conscience, weighing heavily on him like a heavy weight. 

A/N

Fudge Wilbur Soot, but I decided to post this unfinished chapter.

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