Dropped in •MYTC story• [includes ships]

Chapter 10: Separated

Fanart by @WilburSootFA on twitter

"I-I was adventuring with Tommy, but he ran off and I don't know where he is! P-please tell me you saw him!" Tubbo begs, his knees falling to the floor in front of him. "No... I'm so sorry, I didn't see him. What happened between you two? Do you know where anyone else is?" Quackity ask, having his own questions he wishes to be answered.

"Y-yes. There's Wilbur, dream, sapnap.. George..? Yes, George. There's also schlatt and techno and fundy. th-there was tommy... I don't know where he went! P-please tell me where he is, you have to know something!" Tubbo shouts, tears still flowing down his face. Quackity avoids tears of his own as he shakes his head no.

"Tubbo.. I didn't see him. I'm sorry." Quackity hugs tubbo as he says this, not enjoying seeing his friend sad. "We'll find him.. I'm sure he's fine. It's just a night." Quackity says, not believing himself, but knowing tubbo will. After all, tubbo is quite naive.

<<<<<• /meanwhile\•>>>>>

Tommy runs through the dark forest in a panic, the sound of growls and chittering surrounding him everywhere he goes. He mutters curses to himself as he looks for a safe place to hide in this dangerous forest.

The chittering seems to infect his head, getting louder and louder even though no creature is within even three feet of him. "GOD DAMNIT! What's happening?! Ugh.. that damned tubbo, he's wrong! He's not my friend if he doesn't understand me!" He shouts as he throws a punch at a tree.

"No one will understand! I'm not crazy! I'm smarter than any of them, I'm not crazy..." he mutters the last phrase to himself multiple as he falls to the ground. "I'll get out of this, easy. I'll prove him wrong. I'll prove them all wrong!" Tommy says with a crazed smile on is face as he begins laughing.

"They'll realize that I'm better than all of them." In his head this flawed logic seems to be the only thing correct. Where he got these ideals? Who knows. Why he's following them, not even Tommy knows. But it just seems so right and he'll prove them all wrong. He's greatness itself. He's tommyinnit. "I'm friends with georgenotfound." He jokes to himself, this only dimming his mood.

"A damn idiot is what George is.. he wouldn't get it either. If tubbo can't, no one will ever understand. I'm better than any of them will ever be. They'll fucking see. I'll be king-innit.. no.. I have to leave. No conquering until I find a way out. That was the reason I left right?"

His morals and reason twist and bend as he thinks. He doesn't know what to do and there's no one to advise him. He needs someone more than ever, but he wouldn't admit that to himself. Not with the state he's in. He stands up. his hands and feet shaking, with what he knows isn't fear. At least that's what he thinks he knows...

<=•back home•=>

"Where is Tommy and tubbo?" Wilbur ask, expecting to see the two when he and his friends got home. "They went out to adventure or something." Fundy says, then continuing. "They haven't been home since. We don't know where they are." He's been sitting on the porch since it started to get dark, waiting for tommy and tubbo. "what if they're hurt or something!" wilbur panics.

The reassurance from his friends was muted by his thoughts. he didn't know what he'd do if they were hurt.. and his brain couldn't process them being dead. every joke.. playful insult.. compliment.. support.. every conversation for their lives to end early? His mind once at rest now awake. He needed to know where they were.

He jumped back onto his bird and flew off, his friends shouting for him to come back, but wilbur couldn't hear. He flew around in the darkness of the forest, the only light coming from his bird, the moon taken aback by clouds. The only thing stopping him was muffled voices coming from below. He flew over and saw a small tent with a small bit of light inside. He landed his bird and walked over, peering in without hesitation. "Wilbur? Wilbur! W-wilbur I'm so glad you're here, you have to help us." Tubbo says, his face stained with tears.

"where's tommy.." Wilbur says in a quiet voice, realizing the second person in the tent isn't tommy. "o-oh.. that's what you need to help us with... he ran off and hasn't come back." Tubbo answers. Wilbur's face dims. he mutters a quick "hi alex.." with a fake smile before exiting the tent. He hops on his bird and flies around the forest, hearing a voice. "tommy?" he says to himself, looking at the source of the voice. There he is, rambling and shouting angrily.

Tommy looks like he's on the verge of insanity. "what happened to him? Was it something that he ate, did he get into an argument with tubbo..?" Wilbur thinks. He flies down and lands. "Tommy, wh-what's wrong?" he says. Tommy looks at wilbur, anger in his eyes. "why are you here?!" He shouts.

"T-tommy don't shout, we don't know what might be in this forest, please tell me what happened.." He says softly, stepping towards tommy. Tommy's anger doesn't leave his face. His breathing is terribly shaky and his hands are bleeding from hitting things. His hair is a complete mess.

Wilbur sighs. "Tommy-" he starts, being interrupted by tommy. "Shut up! If t-tubbo doesn't get it, no way you will.. you.. you're in my way. That's all you are, an obstacle." He says, a smile making its way onto his face. Wilbur steps away from tommy, slightly scared of his friend. "tommy.. you're l-like a brother to me. I'm not your obstacle, I'll understand." Wilbur reassures.

Tommy is not convinced. He pulls a throwing knife from his bag. "you are an obstacle. I will destroy you..." he mutters throwing it straight at wilbur's head. Wilbur let's out a shout of panic as he dodges. "T-Tommy! y-you're being serious..? Tommy stop! This is crazy!" He shouts. "w-w-wilbur don't shout, we don't know what might be in this fOrEsT" Tommy mocks, smirking.

He throws another one, this time at wilbur's leg. It hits.. Wilbur let's out shout of pain, holding his leg. "T-tommy no.." he says quietly, tears filling his eyes. "WILBUR!" Tubbo shouts, rushing over to him, quackity not far behind. "W-we followed the sounds of yelling.. what is.. t-tommy? tommy what is happening?" Tubbo says, looking at his crazed friend.

Tommy's smile falters. "tubbo.. you see what I did to wilbur? You don't want to be part of that do you? JOIN ME! We'll have each others' backs.. like the ole' days." Tommy says, preparing his hand to throw a knife at tubbo.

Tubbo gets behind quackity. "Tommy please stop you're scaring us! you're scaring me!" Tommy puts his hand down hesitantly. He runs off without another word, the other three just standing there in silence. Tubbo pulls his medical supplies from his bag.

He cuts the fabric of wilbur's pants around the cut. "brace yourself.. all the stuff I'm about to do.. will hurt. A LOT." he says as he pulls the knife out of wilbur's leg. Wilbur bites down on the cloth of his shirt, bunched up. He pants heavily. Tubbo is applying pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding.

After a short while he starts to stitch the wound with plenty precision. "Fuck! h-hurry up!" Wilbur says, hitting the ground next to him. Tubbo nods and quickins the stitching, not much though, not wanting to mess up. After he's done he wraps it in a bandage. "okay, done.." Tubbo says.

Wilbur's panting as he stands up, stumbling and falling into quackity's arms. quackity helps him stand up. "thanks. Let's get home, we should spread the news.. tommy.. god I can't even believe what i'm about to say and I experienced the worst of it." Wilbur says with a sigh. "tommy's turned against us..."