MCYT Oneshots

Werewolves PT. 2 (Tubbo, Tommy and SBI)

Tommy looked at the younger boy, who had long since moved next to him despite his repeated wishes for him not to.

"Hey, Tommy," Toby said

"Yeah?" Tommy asked not looking up at his friend

"Are you sure you're just sick?" Toby asked

Tommy paused and looked up at Toby "What do you mean?" He asked

Toby didn't look up and continued to carefully picked the rotting tomatoes as he explained his statement.

"Well, you don't look sick," Toby said, "I mean, your voice is raspy and you're sweating a lot, but you don't seem dizzy or nauseous."

Toby sighed "Tommy, are you okay?" Toby asked looking up at his friend

Tommy froze, how was he supposed to respond. He wasn't good at lying, and he hated lying to Toby. How was he supposed to respond?

"It's getting late," Tommy said standing up and pushing the dirt off his pants, "I-I think you should get home before your mum goes looking for you."

Toby looked up at the sky and nodded, allowing Tommy to pull him to his feet. Toby swiftly brushed the dirt off his pants, sighing at the fact that they ended up stained. He shook it off and looked up at Tommy, gasping a bit.

Tommy tilted his head "What is it?"

Toby quickly looked away and shook his head "It's nothing," Toby said, "I've gotta get home."

Tommy nodded and Toby rushed out of the garden, seemingly wanting to quickly get away from his friend. Tommy watched as his friend hurried away, before returning to the garden.

Toby kept looking behind him, seeing if anyone was following behind him. After a bit of looking behind him, he confirmed that no one was following behind him. He let out a sigh and rubbed his head. He wasn't sure if it was his head had been messing with him or not, but he could have sworn that Tommy's eyes were a bright amber color, the color of a wolf's. Tommy couldn't be the werewolf that The Blade was hunting, could he? No, Toby had known Tommy his entire life, he'd notice if Tommy was the werewolf, wouldn't he? Toby shook his head and sat down underneath a tree. All of this really hurt his head, and he needed to think slowly.

"So, you've finally figured it out, huh kid?"

Toby jumped and turned his head to the voice, finding The Blade himself, crouch in front of him. He sat down and pulled his pack off his back, reaching into it.

"Figured w-what out?" Toby lied, hoping to protect his friend

The Blade laughed "Don't worry kid," He passed Toby some water, which Toby excepted with a quick thank you "If I wanted to take out your friend, he'd already be dead."

Toby choked on the water a bit, causing The Blade to lean forward and gently pat his back.

"Easy there kid, I don't want you dead either." He said with a chuckle

Toby smiled and the two chuckled for a second before it ended with The Blade sighing.

"But kid, in all seriousness," The Blade said suddenly, his cheerful mood from earlier now vanished completely "I was sent a letter by my old friend Phil-"

"Mr. Watson," Toby said

The Blade sighed "Alright, Mr. Watson sent me a letter about our old friend, Wilbur," The Blade said

"Crazy Man Wil?" Toby asked

The Blade nodded "Yeah, Crazy Man Wil." The Blade sighed "He said he kept rambling on and on about a werewolf or something like that."