Wilbur Soot Oneshots

Scared- Wilbur x Dream

Hey Everyone! Sorry if this is bad, i've written before but never for an audience. Be sure to leave feedback and let me know what ships and ideas you want to see. :)

-JJ

Wilburs POV

It's 2:30 AM. What am I doing up?

I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling. The night is going slowly, and I can't sleep. He's in my head, chiding me.

"Get up"

No

"Get up"

No

"Get UP!"

"FINE!" I yell. Then, i pause and listen. Nothing. Good, I didn't disturb anyone. The walls are relatively thick, but I still worry. Then again, if they can't hear the little gremlin child, why would they be able to hear me?

Stop. Not gremlin child. Tommy.

Everyone says he's not real. That Tommy died seven months months ago. That he's gone.

Yeah, he's gone. But not fully. He's still here, making me remember.

I get out of bed quickly, sliding my lemon yellow sweater over my pajama shirt. Depending on what Tommy wants me to do, things could get crazy. Last night i walked all around town to find Tubbo's house. The hardwood floor is cold under my bare feet, making me remember the cold of the hospital room.

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, I'm sorry.

The kitchen is empty, for now. The transparent orange bottle sits on the counter, filled with little green pills, with a doctors note. I've been trying to hide the truth from my fans. Not even Techno knows about Tommy. My fans have no clue. Makeup to hide the bags under my eyes, long sleeves, always in the studio. I keep to myself, avoiding my friends and difficult questions alike. Istill stream, but mainly with Schlatt, and sometimes Alex. They don't ask too many questions. Tubbo hasn't really spoke to me since the incident, although he doesn't believe I'm guilty. He says he's just processing what happened. George and Sap ignore me, believing the lie that I'm fine. BBH is concerned, of course, but everyone's telling him to leave me alone, that I'm just greiving. Nothing to worry about.

"Well, they're wrong, aren't they?"

Yes, they are.

The doctors gave me those pills, they say it will make Tommy go away. But i don't take them. If I do, Tommy will go away for a while. When he returns, he'll be angry. Besides, I can't betray Tommy like that.

I stand there for a while, listening to Tommy.

"Wilbur, you're such a baby."

"It's your fault I'm dead."

"Nobody likes you, except me."

"You owe me."

"I trusted you with my life, and this is how you repay me?"

"Best friends forever."

"Only me."

I can't take it any longer. As Tommy walks into the kitchen, i throw a knife at him. In a fit of rage, I scream

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

The knife goes right by Tommy, and sticks into the wall. As I recess into a ball on the floor, I hear him go to the knife.

"Pity, you threw away your shot. How sad, WIlbur." He laughs a bit. 

I'm sobbing, just wanting my friend, my brother of sorts, to go back to normal. This isn't Tommy.