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"Hey, Wil." The bl- Tommy stood at the edge of the bed, fiddling with the sword hilt at his hip, his left hand hooked in one of the leather straps of his armor. Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy
"Hey, Tommy." Say his name, don't call him anything except his name, only his name.
"I'm gonna go meet up with Tubbo… D'you wanna come with?" Tommy's voice was tight. Tommy's feet were shuffling. Tommy wasn't looking at Wilbur. Tommy was staring at the door.
"...No thank you, Tommy. I'm just… gonna stay home for this one." Wilbur tried to smile. He didn't want Tommy to be nervous. It didn't work. He couldn't smile.
Tommy swallowed and hunched his shoulders a little bit. "...Okay. I'll see you later, then." Was it raining outside? Wilbur couldn't quite hear right. His ears felt heavy. His entire head did, really. He couldn't make it cooperate. Maybe when Tommy opened the door he would be able to see if it was raining.
With a little wave, Tommy turned away from Wilbur his armor was too lose his shoulderblades were exposed and pushed the faux hillside out of the way. Wilbur's eyes wouldn't focus. He couldn't see. He still couldn't hear anything. He could ask Tommy-
Tommy was already gone.
Suddenly feeling very small, Wilbur drew his legs up to his chest and held onto them. His nails were digging into his calf. It hurt. It helped him focus a little bit. His entire body was taut with tension and nerves and a need to go go go go go go gogogogogogogogo but his legs weren't working and his head wasn't working and his arms weren't working and he was n't working
He didn't know when he had squeezed his eyes shut, but he needed them to open, now. He needed to be able to see, nothing else was working had his eyes failed too was he dying was he decaying was he going to disappear
The room was too bright. The lights were off on off and it was too bright too dark he couldn't see he couldn't see . The lights were off. He could see. He was fine. He was fine. He was not fine he was fine.
Someone was in the room, they could help him, they could help him see. His mouth opened and no sound came out but that was okay because they said they would help him anyways. Lying backstabber going to attack going to kill going to hurt going to lose-
Tommy , he mouthed. Why was he asking for Tommy? Was this Tommy? He couldn't tell. He could see their body just fine, but he couldn't see much of anything past the shoulders why couldn't he see .
Correct! Something like a voice warbled. The figure shifted and warped a little bit. Wilbur couldn't tell how. He just knew it was different. Not Tommy .
Wilbur tried to say something else, but his mouth moved rather uselessly, not even forming words, much less making sound. What was he trying to say? His head felt so heavy, he couldn't think through it. Tommy could help.
Finally, finally , he glanced up to try and see their face
And there was nothing
There was nothing there, he knew it was a head and he knew there was a face there and he knew it was making sound and moving and saying something but he couldn't understand any of it, the face wasn't there but it was, the sounds were there but they weren't, he couldn't understand he couldn't
You d- You don't remember what I look like?
Wilbur was choking on something but he couldn't tell what, it clogged his throat and snapped him into clarity and he couldn't remember, he couldn't remember anything , his hands were in his hair and his face was wet and everything was shaking but he couldn't remember when that started and he couldn't remember when he had gotten here and he couldn't remember where here was and he didn't know who he was or what he was doing all he knew was that he didn't know anything-
Just make something up!
There were more hands on his face. Was someone else there? Could they help him remember? What if he sees their face and doesn't know who they are and they tell him he knows them and "Wilbur! Wilbur, calm down, please, what's wrong, tell me what's wrong so I can help- Do- Do you know me? Of fucking course you know me, I'm your fucking
He tasted something sweet. There shouldn't be anything sweet in his mouth what was in his mouth what was in his mouth - He coughed and there was gold on his hands and on his lap and on the floor and it kept flowing and dribbling and his chest squeezed in pure panic and he screamed .
He was screaming and screaming and screaming and he didn't know why he was but it just felt right so he kept going until his throat was on fire and the ichor was back and he was drowning but he kept trying he needed to just get it out but he didn't know what it was so he just screamed
There were hands on his face again. He couldn't see a face. He flailed and he bit and he screamed because he didn't want to be forgotten either, he didn't want to end up like that he didn't want to be a shadow on the edge of some lunatic's vision like this thing was
It was warm. The hands were warm and wildly brushing over his face and holding his cheeks and wiping his eyes and mouth and there was sound again, he could hear and his ears were working but he didn't trust his eyes and he still couldn't understand what the sound was so he just sat and sobbed and waited for his arms to be able to work.
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"Wilbur! C'mon, dude, just-"
Techno.
Techno was there. Wilbur's chest heaved and he slumped forwards and Techno caught him and suddenly Wilbur was crying again. It hurt so much to even be breathing but he kept going because Techno was here and Techno was good and Techno was safe and Techno could help. Techno could always help.
There was a warm hand on his back now, and it was tracing shapes and Wilbur tried to focus on those because if he went slow he could probably be able to stop wimping out of it and look Techno in the face but what if there's nothing there and it's not real what if he's taking you while you're weak and he's just going to kill you right here and right now and leave you for dead like everyone else
Techno was safe. Techno was safe. Techno was safe.
Wilbur was safe.