MCYT Oneshots

Wilbur Angst

TW: Blood, Anorexia, self harm
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Wilbur POV
I woke up this morning with a pounding headache. It was like there was a little voice telling me something. That was weird. I'll just ignore it though. I continued what I was doing, getting dressed and going downstairs. I reached my kitchen and pulled out a granola bar. It was a quick breakfast sense I had to be at the office in 30 minutes to stream a new video with Tommy and Tubbo. I picked up the granola bar but something in my head told me to put it down. I slowly put it down and walked away, going to get my beanie. I slipped the beanie over my head, fixing my hair in the process.

'Look at yourself, your fat'

That was weird. Where did that come from? I looked at my body once over, finding nothing wrong with it. I walked out of the bathroom, grabbed my keys, and walked out the door.

I finally made it to the office, just in time. I was set to start streaming in about 5 minutes. Just enough time to get set up. I called Tommy and Tubbo on discord and waited for them to pick up. They didn't pick up the first time, causing me to call again.

'Maybe they don't want to talk to you'

No. They planned this, they wanted to talk to me, right? I heard Tommy and Tubbo connect and start talking.

"Hey Wilbur!" I heard Tubbo yell excitedly.

"Hey Will," The voice that sounded like Tommy said.

"Hey guys," I said, cracking a small smile. I started my stream, welcoming people in, and telling them what we were doing today. I heard Tommy and Tubbo start their streams aswell. I got onto the SMP, landing in Pogtopia. Tommy and Tubbo spawn in aswell, right next to me.

"Hey Wilbur?" Tubbo asked.

"Yep?"

"We should all plan a meet up at your house one day! In like 5 months! What do you think?"

"Sounds great!" I said. We played in the world for a few hours, until Tommy and Tubbo had to leave. We all ended our streams and said goodbye. I stood up from the chair, grabbing my keys and walking out the door.

I arrived at my house, going to the kitchen to eat something. I decided to go to the bathroom and change before eating. I looked in the mirror once again.

'God, look at yourself. Go on a diet'

What? I don't see anything wrong with myself. Well, maybe I could go on a diet. I started rationing what I ate, writing down my calories in a little leather notebook. By the fifth month, I wasn't eating anything. People kept telling me how skinny I looked but I just don't see it.

Finally, it was the day Tommy and Tubbo would be meeting me in real life. I had cleaned my house beforehand because it was a mess. I walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror for the millionth time today, looking at all my imperfections.

(Self harm/blood warning) I looked at the counter, a razor with dried blood just sat there, begging me to use it. I picked up the razor, cleaning the blood off of it before placing it on my wrist. I slowly pushed down, creating a cut sideways along my wrist. I continued a bit more, opening recently healed cuts. Both arms were covered in new and old scars and cuts. I quickly washed my cuts with water, pulling my long sleeves over them. (Self harm/blood warning over)

The doorbell rang and I threw the blade to the back of the cabinet. I rushed out of the bathroom, going over to the door. I opened it and Tubbo hugged me. Tommy just walked in and sat down on the couch, making himself comfortable. I rolled my eyes at Tommy, leading Tubbo into the living room.

"What do you guys want to do first?" I asked, thinking about what we could do.

"Board Games!" Tubbo yelled excitedly. I laughed at his childishness before walking off to the game closet. I grabbed Clue, and set it up on the living room floor. We all started playing.

"Hey Will," Tommy called at me.

"Yea? What do you need?"

"Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, to the right," I instructed him, pointing in the direction. He walked off and me and Tubbo made small talk.

Tommy POV
I walked into the bathroom, looking around at the clean white decor. It was a nice little bathroom. While I was looking around, I found a little leather book laying on the counter. Curiosity taking over me, I opened the book. At the top it read 'Calorie Count' Why would Will need a book like this? I continued reading. It was apparently a log of what he had eaten, when he had eaten it, and how many calories each meal was. What the heck? I'm going to keep this and talk to him about it later.

Wilburs POV
Tommy walked back out, and we continued playing board games. It had gotten late pretty quickly, so I decided to make dinner. I cooked for both of them, making up an excuse not to eat.

Your going to worry them. What a 'good' friend you are.

My smile faltered for a split second before going back to a normal smile. Tommy seemed to have noticed but decided not to say anything about it. Soon, it was time for bed. I showed them to the extra room, telling them where everything was. I then went back to my room, sitting criss cross on the bed. I heard a soft knock on my door, and looked up to see Tommy standing there.

"Hey Tommy! What's up?"

"Wilbur, when was the last time you ate?" I froze. What? Does he know? I tried coming up with a lie.

"I ate right before you arrived. Why?" I lied.

"Then what is this?" Tommy looked me straight in the eyes, holding up my calorie count book. I was frozen.

"What? Where did you find that?"

"In the bathroom, on the counter." Damn me and my forgetfulness.

"Wilbur, you need to eat. It's unhealthy if you don't." I started tearing up. Tommy's eyes softened, pulling me into a hug.

"It's ok, I'm here for you. I'll help you get back on track, ok? Now..." he paused, pulling up my sleeve before I had time to process what he was doing. There they were, my scars and cuts on display in front of him.

"W-Wilbur?" Tommy stuttered. "You need to properly bandage and clean those. Let me help you," He said dragging me to my bathroom. He was looking for my bandages. He reached the back of the cabinet, eyes widening for an unknown reason. He pulled out a razor blade. My razor blade. He set that on the counter, reaching for my bandages. He washed my cuts, and I was wincing at the pain. He quickly bandaged up my arm. He turned to me.

"Wilbur, you can talk to me. Now go to bed please," He said walking away. At least I know someone can take care of me when I can't. I walked into my room, flopping on the bed. I quickly fell asleep, into the darkness.

{A/N}
Thank you for reading this book! I do accept criticism, so please tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. Thank you!

{This was made on the 8th of December, 2020}