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wilbur had expectations. Him and tommy had been around, he knew how things worked, but phil broke that. shattered that. wilbur knew adults, he knew they were harsh and they were uninterested in him unless he was doing well in school. adults were harsh, they hit and yelled and he wasnt very good at avoiding that.
he did try, wilbur promised he tried to be good and tried to keep his head down. it was hard.
wilbur had a sense of justice to him, strict right and wrong and he knew what happened to him and tommy was wrong but that didnt get rid of the fact that adults were harsh and yelled and hit. so, so much yelling.
he kept tommy safe, he took the blow for everything and kept tommy safe. thats how it had been since he was eight and tommy was four. adults were harsh, but wilbur wasnt going to let them be harsh to tommy if he could help it.
maybe that was why phil scared him. phil wasnt cold, phil wasnt harsh, phil was kind and loving and warm. he was fucking terrifying.
When tommy and wilbur got placed in phils house, wilbur was instantly on edge. Two other kids there, one tommys age the other 2 years older than him. The one tommys age was named tubbo, the other named techno. Techno was terrifying. Phil was terrifying.
Wilbur wanted to go home.
Not home to the last house the two were in, not home to him and tommys birth parents, just home. Somewhere they could call ‘home’ instead of just their house. Wilbur wanted to go home.
Him and tommy were given separate rooms, already different. The two had always shared a room, more often than not shared a bed because they couldnt decide who would sleep on the floor. But wilbur didnt want to seem ungrateful. Phils warm smile made him feel sick.
There was something going on there, some reason phil was being so kind. Wilbur didnt want to find out if he was being honest. It was probably a trick, phil was probably waiting for him to mess up so he could yell without getting caught. Wilbur actually felt sick, the room around him a little blurry.
Wilbur had tossed his back pack onto his bed. He didnt have anything else. He barely had anything to unpack. Just an empty room full of thoughts. So, so many thoughts. Tommys room was right next to him, a tiny bit of comfort in the crashing waves he had been tossed into.
He heard something hit the ventilation shaft at the top of the wall, head snapping up as he frowned slightly. Another noise. What the fuck was- wilbur got up and stood on the tips of his toes to look.
Innocent blue eyes met his through the vent cover. Tommy was standing on, well, something and throwing little bits of- was that paper? At wilbur side of the vent. The vent cover wasnt hard to get off, wilbur glaring at tommy and trying to say something before getting cut off.
“Shhhh” tommy had a shit eating grin, the rest of his frame basically swallowed by the light yellow sweater he had on. One that was wilburs, mind you. “Wouldnt want to cause a scene, would you?”
“I hate you-” wilbur hissed back “you better fucking clean those up man”
“What if i dont, song boy?” tommy had leaned forward slightly. Wilbur was going to smack the smile off the boys face- this was not the time.
“Then thats your mess to clean up. I dont have the time.” wilbur huffed, getting down and running a hand through his hair. Both of them knew he was going to clean it up later if tommy didnt. This was the twos third home in two years. Messing up wasnt an option. “And give me back my sweater, shitass.”
“Give me back my sweater shitass-” wilbur could hear his brother mocking him but didnt turn to dignify it with a response. Instead, wil just went back to his bag to unpack the few things he had brought with him. This was going to be hard.