Mania (WilburSoot Angst)

Part 3

TWs
Alcohol
Flat affect
Flinching
Schizophrenia
Strong Language

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Phil POV

When we arrived at the house, two of the four other people in the car were sleeping.

"Hey." I whispered as I placed my hand on Wilbur's shoulder. As he awoke, he flinched and sat up quickly. After he realized where he was, he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger and took a big sigh.

"Wake up!" Tommy shouted in Jack's ear, alarming everyone in the car.

"BLOODY FUCKING HELL TOM!" Jack yelled. Everyone in the car laughed except for Wilbur. Flat affect. The flat affect can be a negative symptom of schizophrenia, it means that your emotional expressions don't show outwardly. You may speak in a dull, flat voice and your face may not change. You also may have trouble understanding emotions in other people, and yourself.

I was honestly worried for the boy. I knew that when he was diagnosed, he had no idea what this was. I tell him that he should get in contact with his parents for help, because someone could have had schizophrenia in his family history, but he always gets nervous and shuts me down after I consider that. He tells me he can take care of himself, but I honestly doubt it. Now I have no idea what goes on in his home while I am not there, but I have a hunch that it is not good.

Everyone got out of the car and grabbed their suitcases from the trunk. When we got inside, we were greeted by tons of hugs and welcomes. The house was massive, I didn't even want to know how much this cost.

"This place looks like a castle!" Tubbo spoke, his voice filled with energy. Everyone laughed and helped us put our cases in our rooms.

"Do you need help with anything?" I asked Wilbur, but he politely refused. I always wanted to make sure I wasn't treating him like a baby, but I heard that schizophrenics have a hard time caring for themselves in their everyday lives. I hope he knows what I am trying to do instead of him thinking I'm treating him like a child.

I wondered if he would be able to tell everyone since we will all be living together for a while. Would he tell Schlatt? I have no clue how he would respond, but he would probably not care or see him differently.

~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~

"Food!" I heard George shout from downstairs.

I walked out of the room with Jack and began walking down to the kitchen. I passed Wilbur's room to see the boy lying down on the bed with his shoes still on. I wondered if he was awake or not, but I didn't intervene.

I sat down at the table with Techno on my right, and Wilbur on my left, but it was empty. I watched as Dream placed a pot of mashed potatoes in the middle of the table, along with some chicken, asparagus, and arroz con gandules (it's a Puerto Rican dish my mom used to make all the time, just pretend they eat it too cause my mind went blank with dinner ideas).

"How did you have the time to make all of this?" Niki asked in her high pitch voice, amazed by how delicious the food looked.

"Well all of this was George and Sapnap's idea to make, but some of us pitched in to help." Dream told her as he sat down at the head of the table.

Everyone started to dig in, while different conversations were going on at the table.

"Where is Wilbur?" Techno asked me quietly, trying not to draw attention to the topic.

"He's probably sleeping. You can grab him if you want." I told Techno. As much as I wanted the boy to get sleep, I wanted him to be at the table for the first meal of our six-month journey. Plus, he had been sleeping all day, which probably is not healthy.

Techno got up from his chair, letting everyone know that he was going to grab Wil.

"So what are we going to be doing tomorrow?" Fundy asked.

"Probably some shopping, dining, and maybe just some chilling at the house since it is our first day." Dream told everyone.

"We need to stream too, because nobody knows that we are together!" Tommy said loudly with a smile on his face. I watched as Wilbur sat beside me, rubbing his face from exhaustion. As he placed some potatoes on his plate, I saw that his hands were shaking much more than it is supposed to.

"You alright?" I asked quietly. Without giving me an actual response, he nodded. I noticed he also wasn't eating much. He once told me that he was afraid of food made by another person, thinking that it could have something in it, like poison. He tries very hard to tell himself that none of us would poison him, but sometimes the voices take over.

A few minutes passed of us talking about how our months have been going, our attention was taken by the front door flying open. It was Schlatt. He had a backpack, one suitcase, and a bottle of Tequila in his left hand.

"What's up fuckers?" He spoke with a smile. Everyone greeted him, and some got up to hug him. He put his things in his room and sat down with us at the table.

Hola chicos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, this was short and boring, it is currently 4:29 on a Monday, I have school in three hours, so I must go
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