𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

-Tommy?-

(Wilbur P.O.V)

Just a regular stream. We've got the usual bunch, all playing Among Us. Myself, Tommy, Phil, Tubbo, to name a few. A body's just been reported by Tommy but honestly I wasn't paying full attention to the game - more my viewers and asking how their days and/or nights were.

Another thing that should be noted - Tommy lives with me. His parents weren't seen as fit to take care of him so Phil and I said we would. Of course Phil doesn't live anywhere near me but Tommy does still live in my residence and honestly it's great. Always lively and exciting.

He starts to idly mumble about random things, 'pogchamp' and 'this murder wasn't very poggers'. But then he snaps out of that after taking a drink of something he clears his throat and admits that the body was in storage. There is a bit of murmuring before he follows up with:

"I'll admit - I did see...  I did see someone near the body but- but I can't actually remember. It was one of the light colours I think."

Then he nonchalantly laughs with his usual painful-sounding laugh before saying:

"I apologise - I'm, I'm under the influence- Hahahaha-"

There was a seconds pause from everyone in the call as he said this, and I'd started to think it was a joke till he let out what can only be described as a drunken hiccup.

A fucking DRUNKEN. HICCUP.

I stood from my desk as the rest of the call exploded in "Excuse me?" and "What do you mean by that Tommy?".

I had already made my way up the flight of stairs - long legs come in handy sometimes. I stood at his door and I could immediately smell the alcohol. I don't mean the weak stuff you can buy for $35, I mean hard liquor and rum. The smell almost made me gag and I could hear people on the call through his monitor instead of my own. He was chuckling still, obviously not registering I'm at his door.

Three heavy bangs.

"Yeah yeah I'm comin' gimmie a sec.. Yeh, gimmie a sec.."

I wasn't having this. I hit harder and more frequently - to the point that normal Tommy would have busted down the door himself just to hit me:

"Tommy open this door right fucking now, not 'in a sec'. NOW."

Monitor fell silent, Tommy fell silent, everything seemed to stop.

Then there was a click and the door opened slowly - revealing a sleep-less Tommy, dirty clothing and smelling of alcohol. Behind him were... dozens of bottles, cans, cups, everything. They were scattered, some were spilled, it was chaos.

"Heyo Wilby - what do you need from me bud?"

Tommy was drunk. An illegally drunken 16 year old, and from the drinks around him he's drunk more than I have in my life. I felt the colour drain from my face and my mouth open slightly in horror and fear more than anything - Tommy, my little brother, one of the best people I know, is underaged drinking for god knows what reason.

I choked on words, I wasn't able to say all that much but I knew people were still in a call with the both of us so I had to try and say something.

"I- T-Toms, what- Phil-"

Even saying Phils name made my stomach flip - I didn't want to say his name but my mind kicked itself into gear and did it anyway.  Tommy's face dropped as he turned and looked at the monitor - having obviously forgotten all about discord and muting.

There was a few sickened gasps at my audible expression of fear, ill-sight and horror. 

"Wil, I'll be there. Take him away. The lot of you end your streams, right now." Phil's voice rung through the speakers to which everyone burst into words of sorry and ending stream and game - some even disconnecting from the call entirely.

Tommy broke down into tears, collapsing onto the bottle-ridden floor in a mess of grime, alcohol and salty tears. I couldn't do anything - I was frozen for a moment but I toughened up and tip-toed through the maze of booze bottles to Tommy and lifted him to his feet.

Kicking the trash out of the way I moved him out of this awful room and into my own - providing him with my giant water bottle, food and a bin. I just sat with him, stroking his back gently as he cried for a while longer before registering the food and drink and downing them. Soon after this he fell asleep, resting against me I didn't have the heart to move, so instead made him more comfortable.

There was a desperate ringing of the doorbell that stirred him enough for me to get up and answer - and I was met with not only a severly concerned and serious looking Phil, but his wife and Tubbo had joined as well. Both stood back slightly as Phil just moved in and past me and straight to Tommy's bedroom.

I took Tubbo to Tommy and kept him there as I went with Kristen to Phil he stood at the door and stared at the scene. Kristen gasped, covering her mouth with her hand and I just begged for a hug from Phil which he quickly gave.

"I don't know.. What happened.. What caused this.. Phil I-..." I was breaking down. The sight was too much for my heart and I couldn't take it. Phil just gripped my shirt tighter into his arms, trying his best to help in any way he can.

"I don't know either bud, but when I find out who or what, it won't be fucking pretty..." 

Phil paused for a moment

"You should probably prepare yourself.. Techno's on his way here - he heard what happened from mine and your's stream and he's not happy.." And Phil let go, beckoning for Kristen to take me to Tommy - away from this. She did, patting my back as we enter.

I felt the chills on my back and could only think of three things.

How long till Techno gets here?

How long has this been going on?

Will Tommy be okay?....

(Word count 1016)

I've been away far too long and I want to apologise for this. I promise to start posting more frequently but I've recently taken a major in English and literature - tryin' to get my story writing and making quality up for you and other people!

Anyway, love you amazing people - never doubt yourself, you are beautiful and/or handsome, and you are loved.

- Xy <3