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"Where's my Tommy?"
That was the first thing the limping brunette asks upon entering the office.
Dr. Jones averts his eyes from his computer and onto the numb 24 year old. Brown eyes look dead, lips turned down, bags under his eyes. Wilbur is in a fully white outfit, something he is forced into as no one knows what's going inside the mind of someone who lived in that hell hole for 2 years.
Case file: Nr 1
Patient name: William Gold
Patient age: 24
Weight: 57 kgs
Otherwise known as: Wilbur Soot, Wil, Big man.
Patient was stuck in a virtual version of Minecraft 2 years (8 years by Minecraft days). Has developed a slight obsession with the only person he had in contact T____s S___ns (name censored for safety purposes) , otherwise known as Tommyinnit. Subject seems to be mentally and emotionally unstable. Suffers from PTSD and attachment issues. Fears sunsets, any kind of green liquid and anteaters. Due to vocal cord inflammation, the subject does not speak much.
Dr Jones sighs, dotting something else down. It was important for future experiments he'll do, with or without the two males. The doctor also takes note of the dark bags under his puffy red eyes and the slight wobble in his walking. Wilbur was unmoving, looking straight through him.
Hasn't slept enough, or at all. The second option is probably more likely.
Dr. Jones sighs and finally answers the desperate man, who was basically on his toes to find out where his Tommy was. Scratch that, anything about his Tom.
"Patient Si- excuse me, Thomas, is fine." The doctor catches himself before accidentally revealing the boys real surname. The brunette may not look threatening in any way, but he isn't mentally stable, and people like that could do ridiculous things to get what they want."I do not know the details-"A lie. "-but there is nothing going on with him. You do not have to worry."
Wilbur sighs sadly, again getting a cryptic answer. He closes the door and walks to the doctor, hands twitching slightly, something the doctor noticed and was ignoring, deeming it as the patients usual behaviour.
What he isn't telling the brunette is that on the other side of England, a 17 year old is weeping and begging to see his Wilbur, refusing to calm down. To him, even breathing the same air as the older male would be enough for him.
Yeah, he didn't. Wilbur doesn't need to know that. The doctor doesn't need any more problems.
"... When will I see Tommy again." The chopped up and grammatically incorrect question reminds the doctor of who he was talking to. For goodness sake, the man completely lost almost all speech, and these are the words he wants the doctor to know. Dr Jones dotts that down in his notebook.
Wilbur made that question sound more like a statement as he's desperate to see his partner in crime, his love, his lifeline. He follows all orders given to him by the doctors, he never stepps out of line, and is probably willing to sacrifice a week's worth of food to just look in Tommy's direction, to hear the blondes voice again. Scratch that, he'd return to the game and risk his life if only he could meet him there again.
If only he could. The doctors treating him took him away from the damned device, tried to isolate him from anything Minecraft related and wanted Wilbur to calm down from what had happened.
More specifically, Tommy. They want him to forget Tommy. He couldn't even if he tries. That kid lives in his mind 24/7 and there's nothing he can do about it. The boy's laugh haunts him at ungodly hours, his smile taunts Wilbur all day, his blue eyes pierced the older's soul in ways he didn't think was possible.
Why did they take you away from me?
"...Thomas is in no shape to see anyone right now. " The doctor lies. He doesn't know what exactly is happening with the blonde, but he knows that William cannot meet the teen anytime soon. Or at all.
"Take a seat, Mr. Gold."
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"PLEASE, PLEASE! I JUST WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN! NOTHING ELSE! " The frantic teen sobbs and wails, fighting against the hold of the nurse. The woman was trying to control the desperate male as he struggles against her hold.
"Mr. Simons, please calm down-"
"NO I WON'T CALM DOWN, I WANT HIM, I NEED HIM! " Tommy was sobbing in anger and despair. He feels vulnerable and unsafe without his Wil. The older was the only one that kept him sane with his soft brown locks, warm brown eyes that radiated kindness, arms in which he felt so, so safe, and those god forsaken pink lips that fit against his so, so perfectly. God, what he wouldn't do to hug the brunette. "WILBUR WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Subject file Nr 2
Patient name: Thomas Simons
Patient age: 17
Weight: 52 kg
Otherwise known as Tommyinnit, Thomas, Tom, Big Man, Child, Gremlin
Subject seems to idolise and obsess over another patient W_____m ___d (name censored for safety purposes), otherwise known as Wilbur Soot, who was stuck with the patient in the duration of 2 years. Prone to swearing, shouting and is non-cooperative. Suffers from PTSD and attachment issues. Fears sunsets, human contact and any type of eye medicine.
The nurse tries grabbing the teen. Bad idea. Tommy yanks his hand away from the nurse with a "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"
It burns. It burns and it melts his skin when anyone one touches him. Everyone except Wilbur. He can touch him all he'd like.
Tommy doesn't realise how weird that sounds. And even if he did realise, he doesn't care.
Wilbur wouldn't leave him like this, THEY forced him to! Tommy's head hurts from all that is going on around him. Maybe he could break free and find him-
"William is not in this facility, Mr Simons. I will again ask for you to calm down- "
Tommy froze. What? He's not here? Where is he then? Is he hurt? Tommy's mind goes head on into worst case scenarios, and the only thing he musters out is:
"Where? Where is h-What did you do to my Wilbur?"
The nurse sighs and says something incoherent, Tommy can't understand. Did Wilbur leave him? B-but he wouldn't! He was forced, he couldn't have left.
Seeing Tommy's conflicted face, the nurse adds "You have never met. You have seen him in a virtual world, but here's not here. He was never there."
"SHUT UP! HE WAS! HE WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME, MORE THAN ANYONE EVER HAS!" Tommy screams at the poor nurse, tears still running down from his face.
"HE WAS THERE! HE NEVER WANTED TO LEAVE ME! He was there for me!" Tommy's urgent fighting weakens as his eyes widen in rage and despair.
"Tommy, Quackity wants to have sex with my wife!" Wilbur's enchanting voice said, smiling at the laugh he got from Tommy.
"Well he physically can't-"
"TOMMY HE'S DESCRIBED HOW BE WILL AND IT'S AWFUL-"
Tommy wheezed at Wilbur and his paper puppet of the ender dragon in his hand.
"He was there!"
"Wil, this is so gay. " Tommy laughed while dancing hand in hand to the music disc in the jukebox.
Wilbur's eyes sparkled, capturing Tommyinnit's undivided attention.
"I know." Wilbur dramatically winked, earning a laugh out of Tommy.
God, if only he could look into those eyes one more time.
"He was there!"
"Here's my mating call, you ready?" Wilbur said in a high pitched voice. Wil, Tommy and their new friend Quackity were in a green field, talking about literal nonsense.
"Yo bitch." Tommy laughed hysterically at Wilburs change of tone.
"Yo bitch." Wilbur repeated, smiling widely, obviously enjoying himself.
"Bring me some motherfucking food-" Quackity was interrupted.
"I would like to get fucked, bitch."
"WILBUR YOU ARE A LITERAL CHILD IN THIS RP-"
"He was there..!"
Wils smile, his eyes, his hair, his... Everything. He is the definition of perfect, isn't he?
"Blushinnit." Wilbur said, smirking slightly while continuing to watch the sunset.
Wait wha- oh wait he was blushing. That made him even more red as Wilbur noticed him.
"SHUT IT DICKHEAD!"
Wilbur zipped his mouth up with an imaginary zipper, earning another laugh from Tommy.
He shouldn't have said that, he could have heard more of Wilbur. Maybe he wouldn't miss him so much then. Actually, no, he still would.
"He was there. "
"Did you just call me Wilby?" Wilbur looked at the blonde, the previous conversation about armour already forgotten by him.
"No I didn-"
"Did you just fucking call me Wilby!?"
"WHA-I DID NOT CALL YOU WILBY" Tommy wanted to die out of embarrassment and it definitely showed on his face.
"You just called me Wilby..! " Wilbur seemed so thrilled about something so embarrassing to Tommy. But when Wil smiled at him with his intoxicating smile, he could never feel angry at him.
"H-he was there..."
"Awe, it's alright Tommy, you can call me Wilby if you want to." The older ruffled Tommy's hair, fluffing it up slightly. Wilbur always liked his hair, ruffling, touching and threading his fingers through it as much as he possibly could. He pretended to be annoyed by such actions, and yet the brunet wasn't aware that he was the only one that could do so.
"No I don't wanna call you..." Tommy said that blatant lie, and Wilbur just flashed a knowing smile.
"Where are you W-Wilby..?"
"Oh, you little gremlin," Wilbur sighed and smiled when he heard the nickname, shaking off the sand from his jumper. "You just know how to pull on my heartstrings." And so, Wilbur embraced a giggling Tommy and the two fell asleep under the stars.
The teenager finally breaks down on the floor, just sobbing in despair. He hates the look of pity that stupid nurse gave him, he hates acting so weak that nobody could understand him.
Wait, not nobody.
Wilbur could.
...
...So where is he..?
The nurse drags the heartbroken blonde to the therapy room. It hurt. The fingers on his arm burn him like fire. His broken sobs and sniffles continue to bounce off the walls.