Mania (WilburSoot Angst)

Part 8

This. Is. It.
This is the chapter I had been waiting to write since day one.
I know this chapter is out of nowhere, but I cannot keep putting filler chapters or else I will go insane

TWs
Delusions
Hallucinations
Hospitals
Medication
Overdose
Paranoia
Schizophrenia
Strong Language
Suicidal Thoughts
Voices

Yeah, brace urself

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Wilbur POV

I was sitting on the couch with Jack and Ranboo and teaching Tommy how to play the guitar.

"Mate, can I just use a pick?" he asked as he laughed.

"Sure, let me get it." I smiled. I got up from my seat and started walking into my bedroom. I grabbed my red and black pick that was beside the bottles of meds that I had. Before I left the room, my mind was filled with voices.

Stop!

Wait!

Please don't leave yet!

Stay here!

Stop!

I stopped in my tracks and stood in the doorway.

"What...?" I whispered underneath my breath. I tend to respond to the voices instead of trying to ignore them.

Take them

Take them all you worthless piece of shit

Take them

"Take what?" I asked quietly as I turned around.

Swallow the whole fucking bottle.

Quackity POV (WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FINALLY FIRST QUACKITEE POV)

"Chat, this time I won't mistake a tablespoon for a cup." I spoke as I grabbed sugar out from the cabinet. Niki, Jack, Sapnap, Tubbo, Ranboo, George, and I were making a babka for after we all ate dinner.

"Dude, I have never had a babka before." Dream spoke from the island, obviously he was off-screen.

"My neighbors would always bring a babka every time we invited them to dinner, and I would devour the whole thing every time they brought it." Sapnap spoke, scrolling through the recipe on the iPad.

"What the fuck is a babka?" Tommy asked as he walked into the kitchen with Fundy behind him.

"It's a Jewish dessert. It's basically chocolate in bread." Tubbo told him.

We continued to talk, bake, and act like children for the entire stream.

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

"Okay, bye chat!" I smiled.

"Bye!" Everyone shouted before I pressed the 'End Live' button.

"This looks fucking sick." I smiled as I placed the finished delicious looking babka in the middle of the dining table. Everyone else helped set up the table, and we finally sat down with each other. On my left was Techno, and on my right was Wilbur.

"Hola guapo." I smiled as Wil sat down beside me. He didn't answer, he didn't even seem to acknowledge me. I noticed that he was sweating, his hands were shaking rapidly along with his legs, and he seemed anxious. "Hey, you alright?" I asked quietly. I noticed that Phil's eyes immediately focused towards Wil and I. What the fuck was going on.