Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Dream added George, Sapnap and 2 others

Dream changed 5 names

No Cuss Cuss: Hi Dream!!

arson: sup fuckers

No Cuss Cuss: Sapnap! Language!

Green man: hey bad

legos: Hey Dream can i add someone?

Green man: go ahead Sam :)

legos added Slimecicle, Quackity and 1 other

Clementine: EYYYYY BIG Q

Quackity: AYEEE CLEM

lego:s Everyone meet Clem, Quackity and Charlie

Clementine changed their name

IDEAL WOMEN: HEY BITCH

No Cuss Cuss: Hey! Language you muffin head!

IDEAL WOMEN: what are you language police or something
BITCH FUCK SHIT ASS

No Cuss Cuss: LANGUAGE!

Quackity: Oh I bet you love cursing ;)

No Cuss Cuss: Quackity stop being a muffin head!

IDEAL WOMEN: MUFFIN HEAD IS A SWEAR REPLACEMENT
HE SWEARED
LANGUAGE BITCH

legos: Clem calm down you’re gonna give Bad a stroke
Let's all introduce ourselves, I’ll start
Hi im Sam, I use he/they pronouns and im 17

Green man: Im Dream, I use He/They pronouns and im also 17

arson: heya fuckwads im sapnap i use he/him pronouns and im 16

No Cuss Cuss: Hi! I'm Badboyhalo or Bad, I use He/They/It pronouns and I'm 18 :D and Sapnap! Language!

Quackity: Bad dm me later ;)
Im Quackity
pronouns are he/they/quack
and uh im 16

IDEAL WOMEN: SUP BITCHES IM CLEM IM 15 AND MY PRONOUNS ARE SHE/HER

No Cuss Cuss: CLEM YOU MUFFIN LANGUAGE!!

colorblind fuck: dream wtf is this
Well my name is george i use he/him pronouns and uhm im 18

Slimecicle dab me besties im charlie uh pronouns go brrrr and im uh
16
dab me up

Quackity changed 2 names

bitch haver: much better

No Cuss Cuss: Language!

No Cuss Cuss changed 1 name

quacks: wtf bad

quacks changed 1 name

bitch haver: i have the bitches

No Cuss Cuss: QUACKITY YOU MUFFIN WATCH YOUR DANG LANGUAGE

IDEAL WOMEN: BAD SWEARED
SCREENSHOTTED AND POSTING ON TWITTER AND THE GRAM

No Cuss Cuss deleted 1 message

IDEAL WOMEN: TOO LATE BAD ALREADY SCREENSHOTTED

No Cuss Cuss: CLEM DELETE THAT

arson: CLEM SEND IT TO ME

bitch haver: ^^

No Cuss Cuss: SAPNAP QUACKITY YOU MUFFIN HEADS NO

IDEAL WOMEN added Tubbo, Wilbur and 2 others

IDEAL WOMEN changed 4 names

IDEAL WOMEN: AYEEEEE TUBBO
BIG T

BIG T: Clem!
Hi everyone! I'm Tubbo!

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Clem wtf is this

Green man: WHO GAVE THE CHILD ADMIN PRIVILEGES

*kills cutely*: …

Green man: Techno…

*kills cutely*: Dream…

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): wait Tech how do you know him

*kills cutely*: Remember that camp dad sent me to in middle school, he was there.

Green man: If I remember clearly It was you who tried killing me with a stick you carved to look like a sword

*kills cutely*: Bullshit

Green man: Techno stop bullshitting yourself

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Ladies Ladies calm down
Youre both pretty

*kills cutely*: Wilbur you are only one door down, nothing Is stopping me from coming and attacking you.

arson: does it not freak out anybody else that he’s using PROPER grammar?

IDEAL WOMEN: you get used to it snapmap

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11:35 AM

IDEAL WOMEN: TUBSO
LETS GO BULLY RANBOOB
IM BORED

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Clem aren’t you in class

IDEAL WOMEN: YEAH BUT THATS SHITS BORING
I WANNA GO KILL SOME SHIT

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Clem did you take your meds today

IDEAL WOMEN: THATS INFORMATION ONLY I KNOW AND YOU DONT HAVE TO KNOW

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): yeah didn’t think so

BIG T: Clem you should take your meds :D

IDEAL WOMEN: tubbo that was scarily passive aggressive
but fine i will
tomorrow

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): you listen to him but not me?
#betrayed #dhmu #onlytherealonesknow

IDEAL WOMEN: why would i listen to you bitch boy

legos: Bad is going to have a stroke when he gets online

IDEAL WOMEN: SAM CAN I ADD RANBOOB

legos: The one from drama?
Sure

IDEAL WOMEN: POGCHAMP

IDEAL WOMEN added Ranboo

IDEAL WOMEN changed 1 name

Ranboob simply
w h y ?

IDEAL WOMEN: BECAUSE IF I CANT BULLY YOU IN PERSON
I’LL DO IT ONLINE INSTEAD
RANBOOB

legos: Clem stop being mean to Ranboo

IDEAL WOMEN: but sammmm he’s a bitch boy!

legos: You cant call everyone you don't like bitches Clem

IDEAL WOMEN: sam you are being a little pussy bitch boy

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Clem shut up and pay attention

IDEAL WOMEN: AND IF I DONT?
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT BITCH BOY?
WRITE A SONG ABOUT IT?

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Clementine Danger Innit Minecraft I will add our father Philza Minecraft to this group chat to make you shut up

Ranboob: Ha he used your entire name
lmao

IDEAL WOMEN: SHUT UP RANBOOB YOU BITCH BOY

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Thats it im adding Phil

IDEAL WOMEN: WILBUR PLEASE-
LETS TALK THIS OUT
WE DONT NEED TO GET PHIL INVOLVED

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Then get off your fucking phone and pay attention
I know it’s hard for you to pay attention but atleast try

IDEAL WOMEN: Fineeee

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12:00 PM

No Cuss Cuss: Language!

legos: Called it

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12:30 PM

IDEAL WOMEN: TUBSO
BIG T
WHERE YOU AT

BIG T: Im with Ranboo
we’re eating lunch in the theatre :D
come join us!

IDEAL WOMEN: why are you eating lunch with ranboob
hes a bitch boy
besides i just found Sam and im eating lunch with him
So enjoy your time with smelly ranboob

BIG T: oh :(
maybe next time then?
See you next period Clem! :D

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Clem dms now

IDEAL WOMEN: why cant you just say it here bitch boy

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Because i dont want too

IDEAL WOMEN: AWW
does the bitch boy care about meeee

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Y’know what?
Nevermind
Fuck you Clem

Ranboob: lmao

Green man: I like this one

Ranboob: stranger danger

Green man: You wound me

Ranboob: good, you kale eating green bitch

Green man: Nevermind
Burn in hell

*kills cutely*: It’d be better if it were you doing the burning in hell.

arson: DOES IT STILL NOT BOTHER ANYONE AND I MEAN ANYONE THAT HE USES PROPER GRAMMER

Green man: Sapnap shut up you illiterate ass bitch

arson: i’ll fuckin beat your ass Dream
after school
4:30 behind the school

Green man: Sure you will
Just like the last time you “kicked my ass”

No Cuss Cuss: LANGUAGE YOU GOSH DARN MUFFIN HEADS

legos: CALLED IT
WILBUR PAY UP
I WANT MY $20

arson: ha Bad got a bet placed on him

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): You act like we haven’t already placed a bet on your head

arson: fuck

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2:30 PM

bitch haver: new goal in life, Make Bad swear

No Cuss Cuss: Not gonna happen Quackity you muffin

bitch haver: Bad~ Already giving me a pet name~
We haven’t even had our first date ;)

No Cuss Cuss: Quackity I swear to muffins-

colorblind fuck: Bad got a boyfriend? Good for him
Dream I expect my $40 dollars to be coming soon

Green man: No way in hell they’re actually dating
I refuse to believe he’s still not pinning over Skeppy

bitch haver: WHO THE FUCK IS SKEPPY AND WHY IS HE TAKING MY BAD

Green man: Calm down you dumb fuck
Skeppy is a guy that was in Bad’s chem class in freshman year
They got teamed up as lab partners and have been inseparable ever since

bitch haver: BAD YOURE CHEATING ON ME?!??!
FUCK YOU

bitch haver left the group chat!

colorblind fuck: Look what you did Dream

Green man added Quackity

Green man changed 1 name

quacks: Screw Bad i dont need him
OH GEORGIE!!

colorblind fuck: nope

colorblind fuck added Skeppy

colorblind fuck changed 2 names

colorblind fuck: Enjoy talking to Skeppy

Thing 2: wair why am i thing 2 i wanns bee thingf 1

quacks: YOU STOLE BAD FROM ME YOU NO GOOD LOW LIFE FUCKER

Thing 1: Hi Skeppy!

Thing 2: hi bad

quacks: DONT IGNORE ME

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Uhm so not an actual chapter but i do have a few questions for what y'all wanna see in this story

Ok so I wanna also add some of the mcyt's I grew up watching (and still watch lmao) so like

Ldshadowlady
Smallishbeans
Seapeekay
Scott Smajor
Shubble

And maybe more if y'all comment who you wanna see in this fic, im really open to adding anyone but if it is anyone i haven't watched before i'll do some research on them and try to figure out their personality but this will delay chapters coming out a slight bit Also would y'all wanna see chapters that aren't just texting? Like fully written out scenes.

Also new chapter coming in a couple of hours! :D

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3:30 PM

DMS Between the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT) and IDEAL WOMEN

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Clem you didn’t really sit with Sam at lunch did you?

IDEAL WOMEN: why do u need to know bitch boy
its none of your business

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): In fact it is my business Clem I sat with Sam at lunch and you were nowhere to be seen
Something is wrong and you're not telling us

IDEAL WOMEN: will you stop trying to pry you bitch
i don't need to talk to my older brother about my feelings
especially when its none of his fucking business

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Clem i just wanna help you
I know damn well you wont talk to Tubbo about this either
You need to stop bottling your feelings

IDEAL WOMEN: wilbur if you don't leave me the fuck alone im gonna block you

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT) Fine be this way Clem don't come crying to me
I'm just trying to help you

IDEAL WOMEN: you wouldn’t understand it will

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Stop trying to act all tough Clem you act like we don't hear you in your room crying
Read 4:00 PM

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4:15 PM

quacks changed the group chat name to Hot Sex Havers except Skeppy u suck >:(

Thing 1: Quackity!

quacks: oh c’mon its true he could NEVER get bitches like I do

Green man: Quackity just yesterday you were crying over your stubbed toe
You don't get bitches.

arson: OH AND HE USED PUNCTUATION

quacks: the disrespect you fuckers treat me with
s
m
h

colorblind fuck: You Disrespect Us More

Ranboob: why is every word capitalized?

Green man: He’s colorblind he doesn’t know any better

colorblind fuck: Dream Im Not Blind
Just Colorblind
And Everyone Makes Fun Of Me For That
Just Because Im Colorblind

Ranboob: im gonna make fun of you because you capitalize every word and cant type in one sentence

colorblind fuck: HES MAKING FUN OF ME BECAUSE IM COLORBLIND

Ranboob: ha he’s whining

BIG T: hey have nknee of u heard from Clem at all?
she’s not picking up her phone or responding to my textz

legos: I have not sorry Tubbo

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): She’s not in her room
Im getting worried about her

legos: I think I might know where she is

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5:15 PM

Wilby Scoot removed Clem moancarft from Sleepy Family

Oldza: Will why'd you do that?

Wilby Scoot: Somethings wrong with Clem and she’s not talking to anyone and I cant find her anywhere

Techie: I saw her climb out of her window

Wilby Scoot: WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP HER

Techie: In my defense i thought she was sneaking out to see Tubbo

Oldza: Will relax, we’ll find her

Wilby Scoot: But what if we cant Phil!
What if she never comes back!

Techie: She’ll come back when she gets hungry

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5:15 PM

Clem To ???

Clem: hey...can I come over for a bit?
I just need some comfort

???: of course Clem!
You’re always welcome over here

Clem: thank you
but
can i ask a favour?

???: of course!

Clem: can you come and pick me up from the park?

???: Wait Clem..
Why are you at the park?
Are you okay?!
Did something happen?!

Clem: I’ll explain when you come and pick me up

???: I'll be there soon Clem

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5:25 PM

Clem was sitting on the swing set, constantly checking and re-checking her phone for a text from her close friend from drama club, Grian Watcher.

It had only been 10 minutes since she texted the boy, she was slowly spiraling into panic. “What if he forgot…” Clem sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, the taste of blood plaguing her tongue, tears slowly starting to trickle out of her icy blue eyes.

The woodchips crunched underneath his shoes as he ran over to the sight of the crying girl. “Clem!” He shouted out, his familiar british accent ringing through Clem's ears, the dirty blonde bent down next to Clem. He could tell that she was in pain but he knew better than to ask. “Clem..I'm here now” The boys’ voice was laced with care and gentality.

Clem gave him a small nod and she let herself fall into his arms, the soft red jumper the boy wore smells like the forest and in a way it was quite comforting. “You wanna go back to my place? Stress is there” He spoke softly and slowly, not wanting to scare the panicking girl. Clem’s only response to this was a small nod, she unlaced herself from the boy’s arm and slowly trailed behind him as they walked to the dark red convertible. “Top up or down?”

“Up please…” Clem muttered as she slid into the car.

Clem’s phone was constantly buzzing, text notifications constantly coming in so the girl fished her phone out of her pocket.

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4:05 PM

DMS Between BIG T and IDEAL WOMEN

BIG T: Clem you wanna hang out today?
Me and Ranboo are planning to get ice cream! :D

4:10 PM

BIG T: Clem?
U okay?
Ur not responding
This isn’t like you

4:25 PM

BIG T: Clem this isn’t funny
Please respond we’re getting worried about u

5:20 PM

BIG T: Wilbur said ure not at home right now
Please respond when u can Clem

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5:20 PM

Hot Sex Havers except Skeppy u suck >:(

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Clem isn’t at home has anyone seen her?

Green man: Did she run away?

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Im not sure
Tubbo is Clem with you?

BIG T: no :(

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): does anyone know somebody that could help?

Green man: I do, let me add them to the group chat

Green man added Purpled and Punz to Hot Sex Havers except Skeppy u suck >:(

Green man changed 2 names

oranged: what do you want Dream

Green man: We need you and Punz’ help to find something or really someone

oranged: what's in it for us Dream?

Green man: I’ll do your chores and homework for a month

money my beloved add in give me test answers then we’ll accept

Green man: Fine
Wilbur you’re gonna owe me big time after this

oranged: so what do you have for us to do

Green man: Wilbur explain

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): My little sister Clem, she had long blonde hair, it's normally in a ponytail. She ran away and now we can't find her

money my beloved: oh i watched the same person of that description hop into a red convertible at the park
She was with a pale guy, he was dirty blonde and wore a red sweatshirt

oranged: oh him, he hangs out with that weird Scar guy

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Is she safe at least?

money my beloved: I have no fuckin clue im not her babysitter

legos: Wilbur relax
That's Grian
Clem will be fine, we’re in drama club together

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): But Sam…
He’s one of thoses hermits...You’ve heard some of the shit they get into to
Especially that Xisuma guy..

legos: Will you have to relax
Clem will be fine so stop worrying.

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5:45 PM

The boy pulled into the driveway, his car coming to a halt which semi-startled Clem. “Hey..” He whispered. “We’re here Clem” Clem nodded but then a thought came to her head, something that completely slipped her mind. “Fuck” She mumbled.

“Sorry G...I...I forgot to tell you why I even texted you in the first place” Clem bit her lip, this was quite a bad habit she developed.

“Hey no no, Clem it's okay, you can talk about it when you feel comfortable enough” The car door opened with a small click. The dirty blonde let out a small chuckle.

Clem did the same and followed the boy into the house, his house keys jingling as they inserted themselves into the door. “Grian you’re home!” Another familiar british accent ringing through Clem's ears once more. The duo walked into the kitchen where a girl with short curly brown hair was at the stove cooking what seemed to be stew.

“Oh Clem! I didn’t know you were coming over! Are you staying the night? I can always go fix up the spare bedroom for you” Stress smiled at Clem who just gave her a weak, very unenthusiastic wave.

“Grian, Clem dinner will be done in 20 to 30 minutes, i’ll call you down when it's done!” Grian nodded and smiled at Stress, he led Clem up the stairs up to his very red room.

The boy sat on his bed and patted the space next to him. “G can I ask you something?” Clem mumbled as she made her way over to Grian’s bed. “Of course Clem you can ask me anything!” Grian gave Clem a very wide smile which made her feel a sense of reassurance and comfort. “Do you ever...uhm...feel like…” Clem fidgeted with her hands, most specifically her nails. “Like your body isn’t your own…?” Clem was actively starting to go into a little panic, so many intruding thoughts filling her head making her worry.

“Well Clem I can't say I’ve felt that feeling personally but I do know someone that has felt that way before. Even though I can't say I understand what you’re going through, I can say that I’ll always be here for you when you need it most Clem'' Grian gave Clem’s head a small pat, a smile following soon after.

“Grian..I..uhm...I'm trans” Tears started to bud in Clem’s eyes which Grian took an immediate notice to.

“Hey hey no need to cry, you know i’ll always support you and so will everyone else” The dirty blonde pulled Clem into a tight hug, letting them cry into his shoulder. “Is there a specific name you wanna go by?” Clem gave the boy a very slight nod.

“Ye...Yeah, its Tommy…” Grian smiled brightly. “Suits you perfectly Tommy, and let me guess he/him pronouns?” Tommy nodded, he felt a sense of comfort and reassurance, it was nice to have somebody be there for you.

“Stews ready!” Stress shouted up the stairs making the two boys jump.

“Toms you wanna tell Stress? Or just keep this between us?” Tommy unlaced himself from Grian’s tight hug

“Can you tell Stress for me? I don't think I can manage that tonight” Tommy mumbled as the two of them walked down the stairs. “Of course Tommy” Grian gave Tommy’s head a small pat before racing to the kitchen.
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6:25 PM

Sleepy Family

Oldza: Will have you heard anything from Clem?

Wilby Scoot: No but, she is with someone so at least she’s not alone

Oldza: Is she with Tubbo?

Wilby Scoot: No
She’s with some guy named Grian
Sam trusts him so I doubt she’s in any harm

Techie: She’ll be fine, she knows how to fend for herself.
Stop worrying.
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6:35 PM

“So you like to use He/Him pronouns and you wanna go by Tommy if i'm correct?” Tommy nodded at Stress who was quite the busy bee cleaning up the kitchen with Grian. “Well I’ll try my best to honor that name and your pronouns! The both of us will!”

“Now Tommy, when do you want us to use your preferred name and pronouns? When it's just us for now? Or when we’re at school too?” Grian interjected.

“When it's just us for now...please” Tommy requested, his voice going soft

“Of course Toms,” Grian smiled at Tommy. “Do you all wanna watch a movie tonight?”

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9:35 PM

The whole damn circus

Grain: Sent a picture of Tommy completely passed out on the couch in Grian’s hoodie
So should we just leave her there or what

The Beloved: aww look how peaceful Clem looks

the wicked bitch of the west: I refuse to believe that’s Clem, she’s never that peaceful
run while you still can

Stwess: Oh relax Ran, it was only once when she faked sleeping just to scare you

the wicked bitch of the west: IT WAS NOT ONCE
CLEM SHOULD BE THE ONE NAMED THE WICKED BITCH OF THE WEST

Sharpay Kinnie: Aw she looks cute in Gri’s jumper

Gender Deity: Wait Stress why is Clem with you?

Stwess: She’s staying for the night! Speaking of which, I should probably go prepare the spare bedroom! Bye! <33

Grain: We can't really explain the reason she’s with us for the night though
Scar’s gonna get back soon so I'm gonna go heat up some leftovers for him

The Beloved: Bye Stress! Bye Grian!

Gemmy Wemmy: Wait Scar lives with you now?
No fair!
I wanna come and live in the Grian household! >:(

The Beloved: If you want to Gem you can come over right now and we can have a girls night!

Gemmy Wemmy: Really? Thank you so much Niki! <333

The Beloved: Anything for you Gem! <333

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9:55 PM

The front door slammed shut making it painfully obvious that Scar was home and he was pissed. “Grian! Stress! I'm back!” He shouted, walking into the kitchen to see Grian sitting at the bar scrolling through instagram. “Welcome back Scar” Grian muttered without looking up from his phone, Grian knew better than to try and be all friendly when Scar was visibly pissed off. “Left overs are on the stove in a pot, heat them up if you get hungry, if not put it in some tupperware and put it in the fridge” Grian muttered, getting up from the bar and trying walk over to the living room so he could check on Tommy but Scar stopped him by violently grabbing his shoulder.

“Grian why are you being so dismissive” Scar hissed at the boy which didn’t even seem to phase him.

“We have a guest and I'm going to check up on him so lay off” Grian hissed back, pulling his shoulder back violently out of Scar’s grip. “Also you stink of cigarettes go change” Grian muttered as he walked off to the living room and plopping himself right next to the sleeping Tommy.

“Quit being an ass Grian” Scar mumbled, walking into the kitchen to heat himself up some dinner.

“Hey Tommy” Grian whispered, slightly shaking the boy a bit. “Wake up” He whispered directly into the boy's ear, Tommy made a small groan, bringing his hand to his eyes. “But I'm comfy G..” He grumbled, his voice very groggy. “It's not good for you to sleep on the couch” Grian brought his hand up to Tommy’s hair and slightly ruffled it. “If you want you can come and sleep in my room Tommy” Tommy gave Grian a small nod and heaved himself off of the couch.

Scar was completely finished with his dinner when he heard Tommy and Grian walking up the stairs, being curious he walked over to the stairs and saw Tommy who was still in Grian’s hoodie walking up the stairs, his long blonde hair swaying behind him. “Grian who’s this cutie you invited over” Grian whispered something into Tommy’s ear and he scurried up the stairs into Grian’s room.

“Scar lay off of Tommy, he’s not interested and I’ve told you this once and i’ll say it again, you stink of cigarettes go fucking change” Grian hissed violently, his eyes staring daggers at him.

“Grian why don't you fuck off and relax, i’ve had a rough day of work and school but of course you wouldn’t know about working because your parents give you money when you ask for it” Scar snarled back, his hand balling into an angry fist. “And don't fucking tell me what to do, if i wanna smell like cigarette smoke i can smell like cigarette smoke” Scar turned around walking down the stairs and into his room.

“Fucking prick” Grian muttered as he continued to walk up the stairs and into his room to find Tommy already passed out on his bed, this making Grian stifle a small smile.

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10:25 PM

The Whole Damn Circus

Grain: Sent a picture of Tommy completely passed out in Grian’s bed, red hoodie still on
I have a feeling i'm gonna struggle getting that jumper off of her

*eats paint*: Yeah
Once I let her borrow a shirt, still haven’t gotten it back

Stwess: I think she just really likes the stuff you let her borrow!

The Beloved: She does really like borrowing Will’s clothing
Me and Eret never hear the end of the complaining from him

Stwess: Oh Niki! How’s your girls night with Gem?

The Beloved: It's going great! Thanks for asking Stress!
Eret came upstairs to the attic and joined us! We’re watching all the shrek movies

Stwess: Sounds like so much fun! Me, Grian and Clem watched the Wizard of oz!

The Beloved: Oh I love that movie!

Stwess: So do we!

*eats paint*: Hey G can I send that picture to Clem’s brother?

Grain: Of course Sam!

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10:38 PM

Hot Sex Havers except Skeppy u suck >:(

legos: Sent a picture of Tommy completely passed out in Grian’s bed, red hoodie still on
Grian took this so I thought I should send it so you all know she’s okay!

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): I'm glad to know she’s okay but Sam, how does she know one of those Hermits, they’re all shady...Everyone knows the shit they get into…

legos: Wilbur will you relax, Grian isn’t shady
Clem will be just fine
Fucking r e l a x

Thing 1: Language!

Green man: Sam maybe you’re the one being too relaxed that Xisuma guy is a fucking weirdo

Ranboob: I hate to say it but, I agree with Sam on this, the hermits are chill. I'm friends with 3 of them

Green man: Whatever you say
I’d watch your back if i were you Ranboo

money my beloved: I work with that Scar guy
He constantly smoking after his shift
He also almost fought a guy during his shift today It was quite funny

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Sam see, this is why i don't want Clem being around those hermits

legos: Wilbur she’s her own human being let her make her own choices and be friends with whoever she wants

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): You don't understand Sam

legos: Quit bullshitting Wilbur

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9:35 AM

The Whole Damn Circus

Stwess: Look how cute they are!
Sent a picture of Grian and Tommy completely passed out, Grian’s arms around Tommy holding him close to his chest, both of their hair completely disheveled

Gender Deity: Stress you know Clem is going to murder you for sending that

Stwess: It’ll be worth it

the wicked bitch of the west Image saved
Sending that to Tubbo

Gender Deity: You both seem to have death wishes

the wicked bitch of the west: At least i’ll go out in style

*eats paint*: Im glad to see some people up
Everyone in the other group chat im in are all completely asleep except you Ranboo

Stwess: Gasp!
Sam’s cheating on this group chat with another! And so is Ran?
I feel so betrayed! /lh

*eats paint*: What!? No! Stress, I'm loyal! I swear!

the wicked bitch of the west: Eret Dad’s fighting with Mom!

*eats paint*: When did I become Dad..?

Stwess: Awww! Ran sees me as a mom!
So cute!

the wicked bitch of the west: i will block you /j

Gender Deity: Ranboo you know she will cry

the wicked bitch of the west: I PUT /J

Stwess: the damage has already been dealt Ran /j

Sharpay Kinnie: Ranboo what am I in this group chat?

the wicked bitch of the west: Wine aunt

Sharpay Kinnie: Fair

Stwess: I see it!

Gender Deity: damn I thought that’d be me
I feel so betrayed Ranboo /lh

the wicked bitch of the west: Eret, you’re just the gender deity
Isn’t that enough for you?

Gender Deity: fair

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11:23 AM

The Whole Damn Circus

Grain: Stress please delete that

Stwess: Aww but you and Clem together are so cute!
Youre like her older brother!

Grain: Im saying this because Clem is grabbing her phone right now and is going to murder you if she see’s that

Stwess: Awww :(

best tree 1: STRESS WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
DELETE IT NOW
NO BURN IT
DESTROY YOUR PHONE
DELETE IT

Stwess: Sorry Clem :(

Stwess deleted 1 message

Stwess: There it’s deleted!

best tree 1: I mean off your phone too

Stwess: But Clem.. :(

the wicked bitch of the west: Yeah i already had it saved
I might send it to Tubbo

best tree 1: NO
RANBOOB NO
DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE
YOU BITCH BOY PRICK
DIE DIE DIE
TUBBO CANT SEE THAT IMAGE
NO
I WILL STAB YOU WITH A KNIFE RANBOOB
DELETE THAT IMAGE OFF YOUR PHONE
TUBBO WILL NEVER SEE IT

the wicked bitch of the west: Then stop calling me Ranboob and admit im better than you

best tree 1: BUT YOUR NOT
YOUR A STUPID BITCH BOY
NAMED RANBOOB

the wicked bitch of the west: about to send to Tubbo

Stwess: Hey now! Stop it both of you! Clem asked you not to send it Ranboo so please respect her and don't, and Clem stop calling him Ranboob, it might make him uncomfortable and you don't wanna make them comfortable do you? So let's just please respect what others ask us! Or I will kick both of you out of this group chat and the drama club until you learn to respect each other!

the wicked bitch of the west: Fine
Im sorry Clem

best tree 1: Im soRry Ranboob

Stwess: Tommy…

the wicked bitch of the west: Tommy?

Gender Deity: Tommy?

Stwess: Shit...

Stwess deleted 1 message

Stwess: Ignore that everyone!

the wicked bitch of the west: Clem is there something you’d like to tell us?

best tree 1 left The Whole Damn Circus

Stwess: I fucked up…
Big time

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11:47 AM

“Grian...Take me home” Tommy muttered, subtle tears stinging his eyes. Grian just blinked at the boy in shock. “P-Pardon?” Grian stammered.

“I said take me home!” Tommy shouted, tears running down his face, Grian had no clue what to do, he knew Stress didn’t mean it, he knew it was just a slip-up but how could he explain that to Tommy. “Tommy, Stress didn’t mean to out you like that” Grian tried to emphasize that it was a mistake but Tommy just simply wouldn’t let that go through his head, Tommy didn’t understand that’s not what she meant to do...Tommy simply refused to understand it.

“I don't care! Take me home!” Tommy demanded, his voice cracking mid-sentence, emotions quickly taking over him, no logic making its way through him, no thoughts either, just raw emotions he was keeping locked up tightly. Grian couldn’t possibly understand the magnitude of what Stress did to him, what could he possibly say about this, there’s nothing he could say right….?

He needed to leave…

He needed to leave right now…

“Grian, please...I wanna go home” The boy stuttered his words slurring together as his emotions merged together making him panic and everything felt like it was collapsing around him, the walls felt like they were squeezing him so tightly he couldn’t manage to breathe but this was all just an illusion created by his head to make him feel like everything and everyone was out against him. He couldn’t understand this, why was he feeling this way, why was his body tormenting him like this? His emotions slowly churning into self-destructive thoughts, he felt so alone even though someone was there right next to him.

“Tommy breathe”

The words to him sounded all distorted like his brain was forcefully trying to shove Grian out, he couldn’t understand what the other male was trying to say, it sounded like fuzz and scratchy record tones, why was he doing this to himself. He needed to get somewhere quiet and dull, this room felt loud and bright, he was in pain, not just mentally but physically and emotionally, everything swirling around him like a vortex at its top speed.

Tommy looked down at his hands, they slowly became a blur to his eyes, everything around him slowly blurred into nothingness, Tommy felt so alone…

Was this what a true panic attack truly felt like?

Tommy felt everything in his body slowly go numb, nothing around him felt real, was he himself even real? Were the people that brought him so much comfort just figments of his imagination, then a pain stabbed right through his chest, it felt like a knife being messily stabbed into a heart.

His body completely shut itself down but his mind was still overflowing itself with emotions and harmful thoughts, this was all beyond what his brain could ever comprehend, what was this?

Why did everything slowly fade out of existence for the boy…?

“Tommy..?”

“Tommy..?!”

Grian was in a panic, Tommy completely just blacked out in front of him while he was having what Grian assumed was a panic attack and a very serious one in that matter, he didn’t know what to do...He just knew he couldn’t tell Stress about this, she would start beating herself up about this. Without even thinking twice he picked up his phone and quickly dialed up Sam.

His phone rang for 3 and then a familiar voice spoke through the speakers of Grian’s phone.

“Hey, Grian...What’s up? You don't normally call” Sam spoke, you could hear soft whispers of radio and the wind in the background making it painfully obvious that Sam was out driving.

“Sam...I need help” Grian breathed heavily into his mic, his voice shaky.

“Did something bad happen?” Sam’s voice had a soft worry in it, Sam generally cared a lot about his friends, no...His family.

“It's Clem...She just completely blacked out” Grian paused letting himself take a deep breath as to try and realign himself. “I don't know what to do”

Grian could hear the audible screech of the car breaks. “What?!” Sam shouted, even more worry plaguing his voice. “Hold on Grian I’m coming over” And with that Sam hung up on Grian.

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12:17 PM

Sam parked outside of Grian’s house, he made sure to drive over as quickly as he could. Sam couldn’t really be bothered with knocking on the door so he just climbed the nearest tree to Grian’s window and tapped on it until Grian opened it.

“Grian explain what happened to me please” Sam was generally very very concerned about the well-being of Tommy, it deeply pained Sam to know that Tommy was going through a very big rough patch in his life but it pained him even more that Tommy refused to open up about his problems. He felt terrible that he couldn’t help the poor boy but he knew even if he tried the boy would just turn down the help.

Tommy didn’t like asking for help and he didn’t like receiving it, he was quite the confusing specimen, it was very hard for him to open up about what he was feeling, he always had this set thought of ‘sharing emotions made you weak’ and he didn’t wanna feel weak...Nobody wants to feel weak, but asking for help wasn’t weak, was it?

Grian explained in very very immense detail Tommy’s panic attack which completely shocked Sam, of course, Grian didn’t explain why Tommy had a panic attack, he knew that it wasn’t his place to do that.

“Well, Sam..? What do we do?” Grian spoke, his voice shaky and concerned.

“I...I don't know...Will’s panic attacks are never this bad..” Sam was at a complete loss for words, his brain couldn’t even process his quickly moving thoughts. “I think we should just let her rest for now” Grian nodded, grabbing a blanket from his closet and draping it over Tommy.

“Let’s go check on Stress and see how she's doing G” Grian nodded and the two boys headed out of the room.

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12:17 PM

Wilbur was sat in his room gently plucking at the strings of his guitar, the boy was trying to calm himself down but it was ultimately failing because the only thing on his mind was his sister, he was quite worried for her, as much as Wilbur seemed to be displeased with Clem and her behavior and the antics she and Tubbo got up to all he cared about was the fact that Clem seemed to be enjoying herself and enjoying life but this was all just a mask Clem could hide behind.

But the fact that Clem was getting involved with such shady people disgusted Wilbur, just the thought of the Hermits brought a disgusting taste to Wilbur’s mouth. How and why would Clem get involved with such...such disgusting people. Wilbur couldn’t stand the Hermits, they all acted like they were better than everybody else, constantly showing off the new things they made or learned, it really pissed Wilbur off...Especially the Xisuma character…or X as everyone calls him

Wilbur’s history with X is short lived but will forever be ingrained in Wilbur’s mind as the worst period of time in his life, what Wilbur experienced from X will forever haunt him. The Hermits ‘claim’ he’s changed since then but Wilbur refuses to believe it.

“Once a gaslighter, always a gaslighter” Wilbur will always remember that phrase from Dream, and he lives by it.

Wilbur angrily strummed on his guitar, the memories of his time with X starting to leave a sour taste in his mouth. “Once a gaslighter, always a gaslighter” Wilbur muttered under his breath, he put his guitar aside and picked up his phone opening dms with Dream.

DMS Between Wilby and Dweam

Wilby: Dream
The thoughts are coming back

Dweam: Wilbur remember
Once a gaslighter, always a gaslighter
He made you do awful things
You don't need him

Wilby: You’re right
I don't need him
Once a gaslighter, always a gaslighter

Dweam: That's right
Good boy

Dweam deleted 1 message

Dweam:You don't need the piece of shit anyways

Wilby: Thanks Dream I really needed this...

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1:17 PM

Hot Sex Havers Except Skeppy u suck >:(

arson: fuck it im adding my chem partner

arson Added Karl to Hot Sex Havers Except Skeppy u suck >:(

arson changed 1 nickname

90’s reference: thank u for adding me sap! :D
i’m Karl!
Itz nice 2 meet u all! <33

Green man: So this is the guy you’re going crazy about

arson: fuck off Dream

Thing 1: Language!

arson: bad go back to jerking off to Skeppy’s yearbook photo

Thing 1: SAPNAP! LANGUAGE YOU MUFFIN FUCK

Green man: he did it…
BAD SWORE

arson: yeah that means we’re all fucked

90’s reference: well thiz iz certainly zomething

Ranboob: he’s like tubbo yet less scary

arson: are we just gonna gloss over the fact Bad SWORE

Ranboob: your death not mine lmao

90’s reference: sap get off ur phoen >:(
we hav a project 2 work on

arson: sorry karl

90’s reference: ur forgiven sap! :D

Green man: Ranboo youre right he’s just like a less scary Tubbo
No wonder Sapnap is gushing over this guy

Ranboob: Dream shut up
Youre annoying

Green man: die

Ranboob: I am with Technoblade minecraft
Watch what you say you green kale man

Green man: HE BARELY EVEN TALKS HERE

colorblind fuck: i don't blame him
Your annoying

Green man: AND YOURE A COLORBLIND FUCK

colorblind fuck: THIS IS BULLYING

Ranboob: You deserve it George

quacks: GEORGIEEEEEE

colorblind fuck: im going back to being non exsistant for another 5 chapters

Ranboob: ha

quacks: GEORGIE MY BELOVED NOOOO
EVERYBODY HATES ME
SOBS

BIG T: Ranboo stop bein a bullie :D

quacks: that smile is so unsettling coming from Tubbo
Note to self- DON'T get on Tubbo’s bad side

oranged: ^^ this

money my beloved: how are YOU scared of Tubbo
Yet have no balls when your blackmailing Dream

oranged: do you even know what Tubbo is capable of

arson: he once hacked my phone
He sent himself $15-

BIG T: in my defense
I needed to buy more primogems

Ranboob: ha
He spent Snapmap’s money on a video game lmao

BIG T: Big man
In my defense I need Kazuha
And I kin bennett
Also I have no more money to spend
So im wasting Sapnap’s

arson: wat.

oranged: so were just gonna ignore the fact Tubbo can HACK phones

Ranboob: Simple
Just don't get on Tubbo’s bad side

oranged: jean supremacy
FUCK
HE’S DOING IT

Ranboob: ha loser

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1:17 PM

The Whole Damn Circus

Sharpay Kinnie: I think its time for a throwback
Sent a picture of Sam completely drenched in red paint, a very unhappy look plastered across his face. Stress and Grian in the background laughing their asses off and Scott in the front holding up a peace sign
Ah good times

*eats paint*: I still wont forgive you 3 for that e v e r

Gemmy Wemmy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_xfouK5KRc

*eats paint*: Gem what did you just send

Gemmy Wemmy: click it and figure out :)

*eats paint*: This better not be a rickroll

Gemmy Wemmy: its not i promise!

Gender Deity: Gem isn’t that your phone ringtone?

Gemmy Wemmy: yup!
the song makes me really happy

*eats paint*: So now me Grian and Stress are listening this on repeat and making banana pudding

Gemmy Wemmy: ^^ this is why i wanna move into the grian household >:(
but i have to live with Bdubs >:(

*eats paint*: He cant be that bad to live with can he?

Gemmy Wemmy: no no no! its not that he’s bad to live with its just he’s barely home and i get lonely :(

Gender Deity: Gem you know you can always come over and hang out with me and niki
You’re always welcome here

The Beloved: ^^

the wicked bitch of the west: gods damn it gem you got that song stuck in my head

Gemmy Wemmy: its really good though!

the wicked bitch of the west: fair

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2:30 PM

Sleepy Family

Wilby Scoot added Clem Moancarft to Sleepy Family

Wilby Scoot: Added her back

Clem Moancarft: Wilbur you bitch boy
why the fuck did you remove me

Oldza: Clem be nice to your brother

Clem Moancarft: why should i
he’s mean to me

Techie: Just because we bully you, doesn’t mean you can bully us back.
Also, I have knives.

Clem Moancarft: WHY IS HE ALLOWED TO HAVE KNIVES AND IM NOT

Oldza: Because you cant even be trusted to make soup
Clem when are you coming home

Clem Moancarft: when i want too

Oldza: Which is?

Clem Moancarft: whenever i would like to come home

Techie: What she’s trying to say is she doesn’t know and doesn't care.

Oldza: Clem you need to come home sometime soon

Clem Moancarft: no i don't
I can live with Grian

Wilby Scoot: Oh you sure as hell are not living with a hermit

Clem Moancarft: I can do whatever i want Wilbur
your not Phil
you cant tell me what to do

Wilby Scoot: Clem you don't understand how dangerous those fucking twats are!

Clem Moancarft: well wilbur have you ever met Grian or Stress?!
they are nice to me!
THEY TREAT ME BETTER THAN ANY OF YOU DO

Clem Moancarft left Sleepy Family

Tommy threw his phone across the room with a groan, his phone hit the wall with a rough thud. “He doesn’t understand!” Tommy yelled, then an idea came to his head, it wasn’t a very good one but Tommy was acting too irrational to care.

Tears slowly started to trickle down Tommy’s face as he rummaged through Grian’s desk looking for a pair of scissors, once he found them he quickly ran into Grian’s bathroom and locked the door shut, he took the scissors to his head and started messily cutting his hair off as hot tears streamed down his face. His long golden locks slowly fell to the grey tile floor, his hair got everywhere in Grian’s bathroom, his sink was covered in it as well as his floors.

Tommy looked down at the scissors longingly, the intrusive and self destructive thoughts from earlier plaguing his mind once more. “I can’t…” He whispered, he had to stay strong for Grian and Stress and everyone else that loved and cherished him. But, that made him think.

Did anybody actually love him, or was it just people ‘putting up’ with him, as Wilbur puts it? More tears stung the young boy’s face as the thought started to set in.

What if that was true?

What if they were only ‘putting up’ with him?

Tommy felt himself start to spiral into a panic. “fuck” He shakily muttered, he couldn’t let himself spiral again.

“No...No…” Tommy whispered as he let himself fall against bathroom door

Sam's ears perked up at the thud sound that came from up the stairs. “Hm? What’s up Sam?” Stress questioned, her mouth full with banana pudding.

“Oh nothing Stress” Sam shook the feeling off, It's probably just Scar Sam thought.

The trio sat at the table bantering back and forth with each other, they talked about past productions and the memories they made together.

Sam sat stood up from one of the red cushioned bar stools, a relaxed sigh coming from him when doing so. “Hey, I'm gonna go check on Clem” Stress and Grian both gave Sam a thumbs up.

Sam rushed up the stairs, a small panic arising in him. Grian’s bedroom door was wide open but his bathroom door was sealed shut and on the other side of that door Sam could hear heavy breathing and small painful sobs coming from whoever was in the bathroom. Sam rushed over, his hand quickly meeting the door handle but it wouldn’t open...It was locked shut.

“Clem?” Sam whispered softly. “Hey are you okay in there”

Tommy let out a small very shaky ‘yes’ but that made Sam think very very differently. “Clem please...I need you to open the door” Tommy was very hesitant before he opened the door but he eventually did.

Sam went wide eyed once he saw Tommy. “Oh my gods...Clem” Sam ran over to the boy and pulled him into a tight hug and Tommy just sobbed into his shoulder.

While still keeping Tommy in the hug Sam scanned the bathroom with his piercing jet black eyes, from what he could see there was a pair of scissors coated in something tossed under the sink and the tile was coated in Tommy’s golden locks. “Oh Clem” Sam brought a hand up to the boy’s hair and ran it through the very mangled golden locks. “Sam…” Tommy muttered into the boy's chest.

“Hm? Is something wrong Clem?” Sam questioned, still running his fingers through Tommy’s golden locks.

“I..uhm..uh” Tommy mumbled, very much fumbling and slurring his ‘words’ together.

“Clem take a deep breath” Sam whispered to try and not scare the trembling Tommy.

“sam...you’ll still be fri..friends with me after this..? r...right?”

Sam couldn’t even find his words, what was Tommy hiding to make him say anything like that? Of course Sam would still be friends with Tommy, no matter what. “Of course Clem! Why wouldn’t I?”

Tommy cringed at the use of his birth name, it made him wanna vomit but he held the feeling back. “sam….i...im...t...tr...trans” Tommy mumbled, tears streaming down his face and onto Sam’s t-shirt and this just made Sam hold Tommy even closer.

“Oh Clem...Why didn’t say anything sooner” Sam took one of his hands off of Tommy’s back and up to his hair in an attempt to comfort Tommy who was now just completely breaking down in front of Sam. “You know we’re all accepting” Sam was trying to be reassuring but who was he kidding, the school they went to felt like the least accepting place on planet earth but his friend group on the other hand was so accepting of others it was kinda sickly sweet.

“Is there anything I can do for you Clem?” Sam whispered softly as he patted Tommy on the head.

Tommy gave him a small nod. “i...uhm...i wanna be called…” Tommy paused, biting his lip. “Tommy...I wanna be called Tommy…” Sam smiled at Tommy, he slightly ruffled his hair. “Of course Tommy” The room went completely silent after that the only things that could be heard were the soft whispers of the air conditioning and Tommy’s hushed sobs but the silence was comfortable

Then soon after Tommy’s sobs started to falter, Sam broke the silence. “Tommy, show me your arm.s” “What..?” “Tommy, show me your arms.”

“Why?” Tommy knew exactly why he was asking this, he wasn’t stupid, but he couldn’t bring himself to show Sam - or anybody for that matter - what he did to his body. He was ashamed of himself, ashamed of letting himself fall back into dark temptations.

“Just wanna check somethin’…”

“N..No..” Tommy muttered, trying to keep a brave face. “Nothing to see Sam…” Tommy hastily pulled out of Sam’s comforting hug.

“Tommy...I know you’re hiding something” Instead of Sam’s normal comforting tone, it went completely devoid of emotions, he sounded like a cruel prison warden.

“Tommy, I saw the scissors, I'm not dumb.” Tommy shook his head in response, covering his ears tightly with his hands.

“Fuck off!” Tommy shouted as loud as he could manage.

Why did everyone in his life have to be so nosey about anything and everything he did? He was more than capable of taking care of himself.

“Tommy, I...” Sam cut himself off. Tommy was a locked book, per say. He refused to open up to anyone, but he could crack.

“I can't tell you!” Tommy shouted once more, tears starting to threaten to spill down his face if he wasn’t careful, Sam just sighed in response, he wouldn’t force Tommy to talk if he didn’t wanna talk, that would’ve been just plain cruel. So he just left the room, closing the door quietly.

Sam walked down the stairs, tightly clutching his left arm. When he made it back to the kitchen he immediately went for the stash of alcohol in the lower cabinet. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and placed it on the bar.

“Sam...You can't do this again” Grian reached out to grab the bottle, but his arms were too short.

“Then, Grian, enlighten me, why do you have a stash of alcohol in your house if neither you nor Stress drink, hm?” Sam questioned as he opened the bottle, the top making a satisfying ‘pop’.

“It’s Scar’s stash. We all occasionally have drinks together, but other than that, It’s all Scar’s” Sam just scoffed at Grian’s words and poured himself a glass of whiskey, the strong smell filling Sam with ecstasy. The moment the sweet amber liquid touched his lips, the green-haired male let out a heavy sigh, his senses fading.

“You know...Tommy’s cutting himself” Sam said with a small breath following it.

Grian and Stress’ eyes widened at Sam’s words. “What!?” They both shouted, concern simultaneously glazing over their faces.

“You heard me, Tommy’s cutting himself, I saw the scissors” Sam mused, the worry melting away from his voice the more he drank.

“Did you do anything about it?” Stress asked worriedly, she couldn’t bare the thought of someone she saw as a little brother hurting himself.

“He wouldn’t let me” Sam slurred, now Sam didn’t have an alcohol problem but he did have a history of slowly drinking his problems away, it didn’t happen very much but when it did Sam got very self destructive of his personal life and Stress and Grian knew that all to well but they couldn’t do anything about it because Sam claimed ‘he was fine’ or ‘just this once’. This was just something out of their control.

“Sam you’re getting drunk, you have to drive.” Grian mumbled, even though he knew Sam’s drinking was something out of Grian’s control, he wasn’t just gonna let him drive home drunk or intoxicated.

Stress sighed. “I’ll go make sure the spare bedroom is nice and tidy” The girl stood up and walked out of the kitchen, it was tense, you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.

“So did Tommy tell you”

“Yeah, sh-..He was sobbing in the bathroom when I went upstairs” Sam placed his glass down, the amber liquid completely drained from it. “I think he just completely gave into himself,” Sam then chuckled. “You should see your bathroom now, it's covered in hair.”

“What..?” Grian gave Sam the ‘you better be messing with me look’ but Sam wasn’t besides what would he have to gain from lying about that.

Chapter Text

10:37 PM

Wilbur sat at his desk, his pc and mic powered up and guitar in hands. Tears were slowly trickling down his soft, porcelain-like face. Wilbur softly whispered into the mic, his fingers swiftly gliding along the fretboard. He plucked the strings of his guitar with care and love, but the soft whisperings of his words were filled with melancholy meaning and sorrowful regrets.

The only healthy way Wilbur knew how to get out his emotions was through music. Did he ever post what he wrote? Never, he couldn’t bring himself to do so, it was his shame… not others.

Wilbur tended to indirectly sing about X… It was his healthy way of coping with his feelings. As soft melodies escaped him, his phone exploded with calls and texts.

37 Missed calls from legos

180 Messages from Hot Sex Havers Except Skeppy u suck>:(

2 Messages from Oldza

1 Missed call from Techie

As Wilbur glanced at his phone he sighed, nothing from Dream...Maybe he was getting too reliant on the boy’s company… No… He refused to believe that… Maybe he was just at soccer practice…? Yeah, that was probably it…

Meanwhile at the ShadowBeans Residence

Punz sat in his room, I Wanna See Some Ass softly blasting through his speaker. It was late at night but Punz was stressed and needed to relax and he only had one way of relaxing and that was smoking, specifically smoking weed.

Punz pulled out a small box from underneath his bed, he opened the box, it contained a few rolled joints, a fake id and several multi-colored lights. Punz grabbed a joint and black lighter with gold details, the blonde carefully held the joint up to his lips, flicked the lighter to life, lighting the tip of the joint in his hand and drawing a short inhale as he slipped the lighter back into the box. He holds it for a few seconds, letting the smoke cloud his lungs before slowly exhaling.

The smell of weed quickly filled the room, he knew that his parents weren’t big fans of Punz using weed or any drugs but it didn’t stop him from smoking it.

Normally Punz would get high with someone else, like Boomer or Sapnap but tonight he was all alone...or so he thought.

There was a soft knock on the door and then the squeaky sound of the door being opened. “Hey Lizzie just got…” His roommate paused as Punz turned around, joint pressed to his lip as he made eye-contact with his roommate, Dream.

“You know Lizzie and Joel hate it when you do this” Dream deadpanned, the dirty blonde closed the door and sat next to Punz, now Punz’ habits didn’t bother Dream much but he did know how much it bothered his parents. “You should probably open a window” Dream stood up and walked over Punz’ window, completely opening it.

Punz, who was completely unfazed by Dream’s rambling, just took another hit. He blew the smoke clouds towards Dream just to tick him off, and it worked.

The room went silent for a beat, only the sounds of the music being played and small breaths being heard. “Hey Dream? You wanna..” Punz went silent, biting his lip, but he remembered. Mamma didn’t raise no pussy, and that's true. Lizzie had always taught him to go in for the metaphorical ‘kill’. “You wanna try shotgunning?” Dream looked at Punz confused, he couldn’t tell if it was the weed talking or Punz just trying to get a quick kiss from the boy.

“Been wanting to try it lately” Punz muttered, taking a long hit, blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. Dream just sighed in response. what's the harm in getting high anyways? Dream thought. This would be his first high - although Sapnap had always tried to get Dream into smoking just a little weed with him, he never trusted Sapnap to actually guide him through his first high.

Dream trusted Punz, I mean, why wouldn’t he? Ever since the divorce settlement between Dream’s parents, he’d lived with Punz every other week. Dream refused to even be in the presence of his father, he didn’t even consider Schlatt his father, the man was an absolute deadbeat drunk.

For Dream’s family, it consists of Puffy - who divorced Schlatt, and was dating this woman named Minx. Now, she wasn’t terrible - a little bit of a drunkard, but she was caring nonetheless. But for Schlatt, as far as Dream knew, he was still single and still an alcoholic. Dream and Tubbo were Schlatt and Puffy’s biological kids. Dream did have an older brother, but he wasn’t Schlatt and Puffy’s kid. His older brother’s name was Foolish, he was the result of a one night stand Puffy had in high school. Dream refused to be with Schlatt when it was his week to have custody over Tubbo and him, so he stayed with Punz whenever those weeks came.

“Sure” Dream smiled and sat next to Punz, who kinda looked a little out of it.

“M’kay” Punz slurred, scooting closer to the other boy, the blonde grabbed Dream’s face lightly before taking another hit of the joint, but instead of blowing the smoke out he connected his lips to Dream’s lips and blew the smoke into his mouth, Punz pulls away as Dream lets the stream of smoke escape his mouth.

“Well?” Punz mumbled.

“It wasn’t bad” Dream mused as he laid back onto the soft sheets covering Punz’ bed. “You just wanted a kiss didn’t ya?” Dream chuckled.

“Not true, you ass” Punz slurred, his eyelids starting to go limp.

Dream grabbed the joint from Punz’ fingers and took a hit for himself, now he wasn’t one for getting high but the other was seeming to pass out and Dream wasn’t one to let things go to waste, even if it was weed. “You should really go to bed” Dream whispered as he took his phone out to see 4 messages from Wilbur.

DMS Between Dweam and Wilby

Wilby: Dream?
10:45 PM

Wilby: He just texted me…
10:53 PM

Wilby: Dream this isn’t funny
I'm really panicking right now
11:00 PM

Dream glanced at the time on his phone, it read,

11:17 PM

Was it too late to respond now? Dream sighed as he finished the joint, Punz was completely passed out on Dream’s lap. The boy looked like he hadn’t slept properly in days, but who really ever sleeps well these days?

DMS Between Dweam and Wilby

Dweam: Hey im here now

Wilby: X texted me…
Then he called

Dweam: Did you answer the call?

Wilby: Yes…

Wilby deleted one message

Wilby: No

Dweam: You did, didn't you?
And don't lie to me
You know i don't like liars

Wilby: Dream i think he’s changed
He seems
Softer

Dweam: You idiot
Once a gaslighter, always a gaslighter

Wilby: Yes… I know
I'm going to bed
Goodnight Dream

Dream put his phone down with a sigh. Wilbur was someone Dream couldn’t trust right now, or ever for that matter. Wilbur was known to be a liar, and Dream hated liars. They reminded him way too much of his Father, who was a compulsive liar and cheater. Dream knew liars couldn’t be trusted, at all.

Chapter Text

7:00 PM

Tommy woke up slouching against Grian’s bed frame, he cast a look over to his phone.

Monday, November 19

490 Messages from Hot Sex Havers Except Skeppy u suck >:(

He tapped on the notification, all the messages slowly loaded in.

Hot Sex Havers Except Skeppy u suck >:(

BIG T: do u guys think Clem is gonna com to shool today?

legos: Yeah

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): How do you know Sam?

legos: Because Wilbur
I stayed with Grian last night

the real music man (NOT CLICKBAIT): Sam you have got to stop putting your trust in those godsforsaken Hermits

legos: Wilbur they aren’t all bad
X has changed you just don't believe in change

Dweam: Ladies Ladies
Wilbur has his right to not trust the hermits
But lets keep this petty drama shit to dms

THE IDEAL WOMEN changed 1 name

BIG T: Clem! Hi!

Wilbur anti: heya big T
Benchtrio gc now

Bench bois + Clem

Bee Boy: is something worng clem?

fruit: at lunch meet me at the tree that hangs over the soccer field

Bee Boy: okei dokie!

Boober: I think i have tutoring with Techno during lunch but i’ll try to make it there

Tommy sighed, placing his phone on top of Grian’s bed. Shortly after, there was a soft knock on the door. “Hey, Toms? Can I come in?” The familiar voice was soft and caring, and Tommy immediately recognized it as Grian’s.

“Uh… Yeah.” Tommy muttered, slowly scurrying to unlock the door.

Grian took a step back to look at Tommy in full height. The boy had disheveled, poorly cut hair, a stained hoodie, messy sweats. “Are you okay Toms? You look terrible” Tommy just sighed and turned his head in shame. Grian took a step closer to pat the boy on the head. “Why don't you go downstairs and see Stress? She’ll fix your hair so it doesn’t look like you put it through a lawnmower.” Grian chuckled, stepping into his room, which was a slight mess. Tommy just nodded silently and made his way downstairs, where Sam and Stress were having small banter back and forth. Stress’ face lit up with horror when she noticed the newcomer.

“Tommy! What did you do to your hair!?” She shrieked. Tommy cowarded and just looked down at his feet, a small ‘sorry’ being mumbled. “Oh sweetie, I'm not mad at you. You just look like you took a chainsaw to your hair” Stress opened a drawer and grabbed some supplies that could be used to possibly tidy up Tommy’s har.

One stress inducing haircut later

Stress stepped away from Tommy to admire her hard work. Tommy kinda looked like a more scruffy Grian, it was quite fitting for him though.

“Are you done yet?” Tommy grumbled, running his fingers through his newly cut hair. It was definitely gonna take some getting used to. It wasn’t ideal that Tommy had a fringe but at least he looked better.

Grian came downstairs and his eyes lit up the moment he saw Tommy. “Ah! Toms! We’re matching!” Grian squealed. The man looked like a kid on christmas day. Tommy just groaned when Grian threw him into a side hug. To say Tommy barely got this type of affection when he was at home would be an understatement - he never did.

Everyone in the Minecraft family had hard times expressing their feelings, especially love. Yeah, there would be an occasional ‘I love you’ or hug, but that was only when Kristen was in town - and that was quite rare.

Sam sighed, as he stood up. “I’ll be going now.” He smiled at Tommy, grabbed his keys and was off.

Grian pulled out his rapidly buzzing phone, an incoming call was coming from Scar.

“Hey, Scar?”

“G… I crashed my car” Grian could tell Scar was upset, just from the long pause and the shakiness of the olders voice.

“I… I need you to pick me up” Scar mumbled.

Grian rushed to go outside so he could hear Scar clearly. “Hey shhh, don’t cry, just text me where you are and I’ll come and pick you up when I’m on my way to school”

“Th- Thanks G” Scar mumbled, before hanging up.

Grian walked into the house with a small smile. “Alright Toms!” Grian shouted as he shut the door. “I put a pair of jeans on my bed for you, go change if you want” Grian casually said. Tommy grumbled a ‘thank you’ before scurrying up the stairs.

Once Tommy disappeared upstairs, Stress let out a small sigh. “So, what happened?”

“Scar crashed his car…again.” Grian mumbled, clenching his keys tightly.

“I’m sorry, Grian, maybe he’ll learn his lesson and not drive with a hangover.” Stress huffed.

Grian just gave a sigh in response. “Maybe”

Tommy ran down the stairs completely dressed a few moments later. The boy wore dark blue ripped jeans and the red hoodie he stole from Grian. “I’m ready big G” Tommy hummed and Grian just smiled in response,

Grian and Tommy walked out the door while Stress waved to them. “What about Stress?” Tommy commented.

“She comes later,” Grian smiled, unlocking his car. “We’re making a pit stop before we go ‘kay?” Tommy just nodded as he hopped into the car.

The entire car ride was silent other than the soft whispering of the air conditioning. The red car came to a halt, the two were pulled over into grass. In front of them lay a black car wedged completely into a ditch with no hopes of getting out, and sitting on top was Scar, who was looking at his phone with tears in his eyes.

Grian got out of the car and approached Scar, from what Tommy could see Grian was just trying to comfort the boy.

7:39
The Whole Damn Circus

best tree 1: Sent a picture of Grian hugging Scar and Scar leaning into the hug
Gay

Stwess: Clem you shouldn’t have sent that without Grian’s permission

best tree 1: fineee

best tree 1 deleted one message

“Tommy, hop in the back.” Grian mused as he got into the car. Tommy groaned a response as he climbed over the seats. Tommy was silent the entire car ride while Scar and Grian had a playful back and forth banter.

When the trio arrives at school Tommy almost immediately pops his earbuds in, loud music blasting into his ears.

Tommy saw many people he knew, but he avoided all eye contact with them - especially Wilbur and Techno, who were hanging around the entrance.

DMS between Wilby and Wilbur anti

Wilby: Where are you?

Wilbur anti: you don’t need to know bitch boy

Wilby: Clem is something wrong?
Read 7:58

Tommy huffed at the message and walked into his Math 1 class, earbuds still blasting music. When he sat down Tommy threw his hood over his head so no one he knew would spot him. Even though he looked completely different, he was still worried.

Tommy didn’t even realize when class started, he was so out of himself, all he could hear was his music. He was snapped back to himself when he heard a loud slam on his desk. “Ms. Minecraft!” The voice shouted. Tommy looked up at the person and took his ear buds out. “Huh?” He mumbled.

“I asked you a question multiple times.” The woman said. Tommy just shrugged. “So? I don’t have to answer if I don’t want to” Tommy popped one earbud in.

“Clementine Minecraft, principal's office, now!” The woman shouted, and Tommy just shrugged again before casually walking out. The boy popped his other earbud in, and the music continued. Was he actually gonna go visit the principal? No, the principal was his dad, for crying out loud.

And they’d all be so disappointed

Cause who am I, if not exploited?

And I’m so sick of 17

Where’s my fucking teenage dream?

Tommy hummed to the lyrics as he made his way to the library, aka the only place he could be alone without anyone disturbing him.

Tubbo anxiously looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost nearing second period, that means he could see Clem and try to talk to her. Tubbo was worried about his friend, Tubbo had known the girl for 5 years, she was like family to him at this point, they even bickered like siblings.

The one thing that was on Tubbo’s mind though was the text he received from her. It was quite worrying considering Clem never sent the boy texts like those. Knowing Clem, this was all probably a joke, but something in Tubbo told him that his best friend was in pain, suffering alone, and the possibility worried him.

The bell rung loudly. First period was over. Tubbo rushed to grab his stuff and run out of the room but was quickly stopped.

“Tubbo! The bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do” His teacher spoke. Tubbo sighed, and sat back in his seat, and the teacher kept talking. It felt like he was purposely dragging this class on and it was killing Tubbo.

When he finally dismissed the class, Tubbo practically ran out of there, booking it straight to second block. Before he could make it to his class, he was stopped by Wilbur

…If anyone would’ve seen Clem it would've been him, right?

“Hey, Tubbo? Have you seen Clem at all today?” Tubbo shook his head, and Wilbur let out a sigh. “I think I made her mad.” He admitted, but Tubbo just shook his head again.

“Nah…” Tubbo paused. “I think Clem’s going through something, and you know Clem.”

“She’s like a closed book” The two said in unison which made Tubbo stifle a little giggle.

“Well, Wil, I gotta get to class, I think Clem should be there” Wilbur nodded and waved Tubbo off.

Chapter Text

9:47 AM

The second bell rang, and Tommy left the library. Not to go to class, though. He was gonna go find someone that he didn’t know well, though they knew a lot about him.

He needed to find Fundy.

Wilbur always talked about Fundy as if he was his son, and if a random person saw the relationship they had with each other, they’d believe it to be true.

Tommy ran down the hallway to the music room to find Fundy tapping all over the piano, softly humming a tune along. Tommy knocked on the door frame, gently trying to get the boy’s attention.

“Hm? Oh, Clem, heya!” Fundy waved Tommy over.

Tommy walked over and sat next to Fundy, hitting the seat with a heavy sigh. “Heya, .Fundy.” Tommy bit his lip, how could he possibly ask someone he didn’t even know for advice? He swallowed his pride and asked. “Fundy… How do you… you pass so well?” Tommy internally cursed at himself, he could have worded that better.

“Oh?” Fundy looked at the boy, confused. “Why are you asking this Clem?” Fundy sighed, leaning back onto the piano. “I'm always open to questions but that's just plain invasive” Fundy hummed, pushing himself off the piano and onto his feet. “Try not to ask me questions like those.” Fundy paused to look back at Tommy, giving him a very harsh look. “Thanks” Fundy walked out of the music room to leave Tommy all alone with his thoughts.

“I do know someone that has felt that way before”

Tommy remembered what Grian had told him, but who could that possibly be? Eret? No… Couldn’t be her, right? Tommy sighed, the boy fished his phone out of ‘his’ hoodie pocket and opened his messages with Grian.

DMS Between Grain and Tomathy

Tomathy: hey big g?
whos that person you were talking about a couple days ago?

Grian: Oh! Thats Iskall!
Why’d you ask?

Tomathy: just curious

Grian: Do you wanna meet Iskall?

Tomathy: sure g man

Grian: They’re in the robotics lab right now! They’re working on their work
I’ll text them to tell them you’re gonna visit!

Tomathy: thank u g man

DMS Between G and Iskall Man

G: Hey Iskall
My friend Tommy is gonna come and visit you in the robotics lab

Iskall Man: Oh? Who’s Tommy?

G: My friend from drama
He’s going through something like what you went through a couple years back

Iskall Man: Oh, I have a feeling I know what this is about.
Let me clean up my station and I’ll wait for him.

G: Thanks Iskall!
I know Tommy will really benefit from this

Tommy walked down to the robotics lab, it wasn’t far from the music room due to all the speciality classrooms being on the same hallway. As Tommy walked in he saw a tall person who he assumed to be Iskall so Tommy just strolled in, drenched in liquid confidence.

Iskall smiled when he saw Tommy, kinda like the smile your parents give you when they’re proud of you. “So, you must be Tommy? I'm Iskall!” Iskall waved Tommy over to his station, and Tommy, being Tommy, confidently walked over. “I'm big man Tommy!” Tommy smiled goofily, but his hands were buried in his hoodie, nails digging into skin. Tommy was nervous, he was nervous to talk to this new person, nervous that he was gonna mess up.

“Im non-binary” Iskall smiled at Tommy, clearly reading that he was anxious. “Hey don't be nervous, i'm not gonna bite your head off” Iskall chuckled. “So why’d you come and visit me Tommy?”

“Well…” Tommy mumbled. “I… I… Im, well…” Tommy cursed himself for his stutter. “Trans..”

Iskall just smiled at Tommy. “I’m non-binary, so we’re kinda in the same boat” Iskall chuckled lightly, they were quite good at keeping nerve-wrecking conversations quite light-hearted, or putting it simply, Iskall was good at making the air feel comfortable. “I guess” Tommy fumbled, he could start to pick up rushed footsteps coming from the hall, whoever it was, it was clear they were in a hurry.

The man popped his head into the robotics lab, he had curly locks and a red beanie...Tommy knew that beanie…

“Clem!” Wilbur panted, slowly catching his breath. “There you are!'' Tommy sunk into his hoodie when he heard the voice, he was kinda ashamed to see Wilbur, especially in the state he was in.

Wilbur looked around the room, his eyes immediately going dark as he met eyes with Iskall. “Clem! What the hell are you doing with them” He narrowed his eyes at Iskall.

“I'm talking with my friend Wil” Tommy snapped, which made Wilbur narrow his eyes at Tommy.

“Everyone is worried sick about you Clem and here i find you with a...A fucking HERMIT?!” Wilbur shouted, Wilbur hated the hermits with a deep fiery passion and it all stemmed from one bad experience.

Tommy scoffed at Wilbur. “First off Wilbur, Its not Clem anymore” Tommy spat, angrily walking over to the tall man. “I go by Tommy, bitch boy” Tommy felt something sprout in him that day, something that would forever change his life. “Second of all, I can choose who i want to be friends with and who i don't! Stop being a fucking control freak” Tommy shouted, bringing up a fist to Wilbur’s face, throwing a half assed punch.

Wilbur brought his hand up to where the impact was made, a small trail of blood going down his nose. “ Clem…” Wilbur mumbled before throwing his fist into Tommy’s face and then into his gut.

Iskall stood there in complete awe of what the two had done. Tommy was on the floor, blood spooling out of his nose and coughs rapidly escaping his mouth. “Aren’t you supposed to be his brother?” Iskall questioned, still staying calm.

“Shut up, Hermit” Wilbur spat.

“Look I don't know what beef you have with us but what you just did was a dick move” Iskall sighed, they ran their fingers through their hair while taking a long exhale. “I understand you want to protect your little brother but you need to understand that he’s now old enough to make his own choices in life” Iskall ran their hand across the workbench while crossing over to Wilbur.

“I now suggest you leave before I take matters into my own hands” Iskall smiled at Wilbur and motioned for him to leave, Wilbur sighed and did as asked, there was no use fighting a battle he couldn’t win.

Tommy looked up at Iskall, complete terror spelled out in his eyes. “He… He’s never done that...” Iskall looked down at the boy and just smiled. “Forget about him.” Iskall stretched their arms out in front of themselves and pushed their body back. Iskall hummed slightly as Tommy started to realign himself. “I...I should get going” Tommy mumbled, popping one earbud in and walking out of the room.

10:46

Cheating on Tests pog

speedrun: soooo Fundy my beloved
Sweetie
Dear

the real spy kids: just get 2 the point dream

speedrun: mr robinson’s test

*eats sand*: real smooth

the real spy kids: i’ll have it 2 you by lunch
Oh btw wil i saw ur little sister today
she was being a little weird

*eats sand*: oh?

speedrun: fundy
My beloved
Dear
Honey
I will not hesitate to beat up a child for you

uwu: im ztill confuzed r they dateing or what

the real spy kids: he wishes

lighter fluid: nah ain’t he head over heels for george

drugs: george? I thought he was with Wilbur?

uwu: maybe their all dateing!

drugs: i think we should date karl

*eats sand*: You 3 shut up
My son was speaking

the real spy kids: yeah
I didnt really give it any thought at first but I think she’s through something wil
not my place 2 dig tho

*eats sand*: I know I saw her earlier

the real spy kids: anyways I have to go meet Iskall for our robotics project see ya!

speedrun: Goodbye Fundy
My Beloved
Sweetie
Darling
Love of my life

*eats sand*: QUIT BUTTERING UP MY SON YOU DICKWAD

speedrun: quite rude of you to say that to me wilbur

lighter fluid: Dream put your phone away before adams sees you

drugs: he’s kinda hot

lighter fluid: are you hitting on my fucking teacher Alex?

uwu: giveing me zhawty got them apple bottom jeanz vibez

lighter fluid: Ironically thats Bad’s favorite song

drugs: JAJAJAJAJJJJAJAJAJ YOUR KIDDING

lighter fluid: im being deadass
Sent a video of Dream, George, Sapnap and Bad playing monopoly and Bad singing apple bottom jeans proudly

uwu: hez really good!

Wilbur sighed, sliding down the cold brick wall, Techno watched him as tears fell from his eyes. “Wil what happened?” Techno hummed, returning back to his book ‘The Art Of War’ By Sun Tzu.

Wilbur couldn’t even speak properly through his heavy sobs. “Look,” Techno sighed, pushing his glasses up. “You’ve gotta understand Clem is her own person now” Techno paused to flip the page of his book, Wilbur still sobbing. “We all understand you’ve had a bad experience with Xisuma, but you cant let that effect your perspective on everybody else” Techno knew how to get through to Wilbur, they were twins after all.

“bu..but X…-” Wilbur trembled but Techno cut him off. “X isn’t everybody else, he’s his own person. I wish you’d give some of the other hermits a chance but you’ve let him corrupt you” Techno stood up, closing his book and dusting himself off.

“Now I’d like to go get some food and finish my book, I’ll see you when It’s time to drive us home” And with that Techno walked off leaving Wilbur alone with his thoughts.

DMS Between Dad And Son

Dad: Fundy where are you?

Son: in the roboticz lab with Iskall
why?

Dad: Can you come to the 4th floor bathroom by the library

Son: yeah ofc
juz let me finizh cleaning up
I’ll be there in 5-8 minutez

Fundy knocked on the frame of the door to alert Wilbur. “Hey? Wil Im here” Wilbur who was on the floor, tears in his eyes just sheepishly waved at him. “My little champion” Wilbur muttered, normally Fundy would snap at him for calling him that stupid nickname but now wasn’t the time.

Fundy didn't know what to do in this situation, normally it would be him crying in the bathroom and Wilbur coming to his rescue...The boy threw himself onto Wilbur and hugged him tightly and Wilbur just sobbed into the boys shoulder, he was muttering something about Clem. Fundy didn’t know what could’ve possibly happened, the last time Wilbur cried like this was in freshman year. “Do you wanna talk about it Wil?” Wilbur tightly shut his eyes and shook his head, more and more tears falling from his face. Fundy sighed. Maybe it was better if he just let Wilbur cry.

Meanwhile, Tommy was making his way out of the building, and towards the tree hanging over the soccer field. The boy was rushing to get there first, not wanting to arrive after the others.

The moment the bell rang, Tubbo practically zoomed out of class, not stopping for anyone. He had to be there for his friend, the brown haired boy pushed through the forest of people, trying to get out of the building, pronto.

How was he gonna tell them...specifically Tubbo, he had known Tubbo since elementary school, this was gonna be hard to tell Tubbo...

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Tommy climbed up the tree, letting his legs dangle, humming to himself quietly. Tommy slowly formulated how the scene would go, or, more accurately, how Tommy wanted it to go.

Tubbo would be walking up to the tree and Tommy would be sitting there smiling, Ranboo following slowly behind.

“Heya Tubso.” Tommy smiled. Tubbo waved at the boy him also smiling.

“Hey! Clem!” Tommy would climb down the tree to greet his friends. Tommy sat down on the grass, it would crunch underneath his weight and the other two boys would join him.

“You wanted to tell us something?” Tubbo's face contorted into worry but Tommy kept smiling. “I do” Tommy kept smiling

The boy took a deep breath and words started to spill. “Well… I'm trans, meaning I wanna use he and him pronouns, and could you call me Tommy?” Tubbo and Ranboo just smiled.

“Of course boss man! Whatever you need!” Tubbo smiled brightly and Ranboo nodded, Tubbo gave the other boy a tight hug.

Tommy’s thoughts immediately got cut off by loud chattering, from who he thought to be Tubbo and Ranboo. But, instead, when meeting their eyes, he found it was Dream and Sapnap. The blonde saw the ravenette whisper something to the man in green. The two boys slowly approached Tommy, but he refused to acknowledge their presence.

Tommy could feel the tree shake as somebody climbed up into the tree, he looked down to see the man in green. Tommy just sighed. This was not who he wanted to deal with right now, he just wanted the comfort of his best friends, but these two just had to be here at this time. Why them?

Tommy bit his lip. No he wasn’t gonna break down here, not in front of them, no! He couldn’t… They’d tell Wilbur.

The faint taste of iron spreadacross the boy’s tongue, fuck, he’d done it again.

“Clem?” Dream waved a hand in front of the boy’s face. “Earth to fruit girl” fruitGIRL That's what snapped him out of his dissociation.

“Huh?” Tommy blinked a few times and looked around before finally settling his eyes on Dream. “D-man?” Dream tried a smile before his face turned serious.

“Look Clem” Dream inhaled. “Everyone is worried about you” He exhaled. “It’s not my place to dig, but what’s bothering you?”

Tommy shook his head and placed his hands over his ears. “Shut up” The boy mumbled. He had enough of this petty bullshit, of everyone ‘caring’ about him when they had never even been close. Dream rambled on to Tommy about how he should open up and how pushing away people wasn’t good and blah blah blah blah blah.

It was a silent night, not a car to be seen, the only sound to be heard was the soft slow breathing of Tommy. It was a nice bridge, nice and high up from the water, nobody would even hear him splash into the water.

He had a nice life, his family sure wouldn’t miss him, he knew that, no one would because he was just a burden for everyone around him, Wilbur told him that. Techno never even tried to show that he loved the boy, so it's obvious that he didn’t care about him. And Phil? He was never around for Tommy because he was busy with Wilbur and Techno, he probably forgot he even had a third child.

His friends wouldn’t miss him, all he did was bother them and take from them, so why would they miss him? Tommy couldn’t think of a single person that would miss him.

Nope.

Not a single person.

Tommy peared over the railing looking down, just one jump and it’ll all be over, forever. The blonde climbed onto the railing and looking down he...

”Clem?”

”Hey Clem?”

Tommy felt a soft hand find its way onto his cheek, he also felt water on his cheek. Was he crying? Surely not? Tommy brought his hand up to touch his face and he was crying, crying in front of someone he barely knew. “Please…” The boy muttered. “Don't tell Wil..” Tommy knew Dream and Wilbur were close and Dream would probably tell Wilbur anyway.

“Look Clem” Dream paused to look over the crying girl, analyzing what to say and how to say it. “I'm not gonna tell Wil, that's something you have to do” Dream tried to give Clem a reassuring smile but there was something about how she looked and acted that told Dream exactly what she was feeling.

This reminded Dream of something that happened in middle school, to both him and Wilbur.

Dream gave Clem a tight hug and lightly whispered into her ear. “It's gonna be okay” This was something Dream had needed back then but no one was there to give it to him because he never opened up. Dream felt and saw how Clem’s walls started to crumble in his arms, she started to sob and sob, mumbling small ‘i'm sorrys’ Dream felt bad for Clem. “I'm here if you ever wanna talk” Dream smiled once again.

“Thank you D-man” Tommy muttered, before pulling away from the man in green.

Tubbo looked at his phone. Shit, lunch was almost over, Clem probably would’ve left by now. Tubbo ran down to the library to find Ranboo and Technoblade, clearly the other didn’t go to meet Clem either, he probably forgot anyways. Tubbo opened his messages with Clem and typed a quick apology.

DMS between Bee Boy and Fruit Girl

Bee Boy: Clem i'm sorry i couldnt make it to see you during lunch todayt i got cought up with a techer i'm so sorry :(
12:45 PM

Tubbo sighed, Clem was suffering and Tubbo, her supposed best friend, he was supposed to be there for her, he was a terrible friend. Tubbo sighed, no point in crying over spilled milk after all, Tubbo opened the door of the library and went to sit next to his friend and the older. “Heya Boo” Ranboo smiled at Tubbo. “Hey Bee”

Techno just waved at the freshman while flipping through a book, the trio sat in the library Techno rambling about Greek myths.

The bell rang, meaning the freshman had to leave the library and get to class, the older stayed put, he pulled out his phone and opened his messages.

DMS Between Wilby and Techie

Techie: Wil are you doing better now?

Wilbur: Yeah
Fundy helped calm me down

Techie: I finished tutoring Ranboo, if you need me I'll be in the library.

Wilby: Alright Techno
Thank you

Techno put his phone down and stood up. He knew Wilbur all too well, he knew this was a bluff. Techno walked out of the library in pursuit of his twin brother. It wasn’t very hard to find him, Techno knew his brother better than Wilbur knew himself.

Techno was right on the money of where he found Wilbur, sitting in the theatre, 7th row from the stage and 6th seat down, It was exactly what Techno predicted, Wilbur sobbing while tightly holding his guitar to his chest.

Techno carefully approached his twin, trying to be careful, not wanting to scare him. Techno sat next to Wilbur and pulled him into a side hug. “Wilbur I know you better than anybody else, don't try to hide when you’re hurting, I know you still miss him” Wilbur hesitantly looked up at Techno, tears streaming down his face. “But you can’t let yourself stay in this spiral forever, it’s seriously not healthy”

Chapter Text

There Tommy was walking with Dream and Sapanp, two people he barely knew. This experience made a switch flip on in Tommy’s brain. ‘No matter what, you have to lock your heart up,’ the switch read. And with that, Tommy’s hypothetical mental book now gained a padded lock. Nothing would break through, he promised himself.

Dream was going on one of his rants again to Sapnap, it was about something? No someone named X. Tommy shrugged it off, must be one of his friends or something. But, as they walked more, and Dream’s rant seemed to get angrier and angrier, Tommy started to realize that the name X was familiar….

He didn’t know where from, but it was familiar. How did he know that name? Tommy searched through his brain, but couldn’t find anything.

Meanwhile, in the theatre, Wilbur was sobbing into Techno’s hug, so many thoughts running through his head. The brunette didn’t even grasp why he was breaking down. He just was.

What Techno had said earlier had stuck with him, it was the only thing that occupied his mind.

“We all understand you’ve had a bad experience with Xisuma, but you can't let that affect your perspective on everybody else”

Maybe he was right, but he wasn’t, he couldn’t be… Wilbur refused to believe that his twin’s words had even a hint of truth. X was a terrible person, Techno didn’t know what he was talking about right? Too many things rushed through the brunette's head, he didn’t think he’d be here again, in this headspace, all he could think about was X and everything that had happened in the past 5 years. The last painful 5 years. Never did Wilbur think he would be here again, he shouldn’t be here again, he should’ve gotten better.

Wilbur couldn’t wrap his head around these feelings, he hadn’t felt them in so long so why were they back? It was so much for him to handle all at once, his mind was collapsing in on itself.

Techno’s calloused hands gently rubbed Wilburs back up and down as the brunette sobbed into his arms. “Techno...Im sorry” Wilbur sobbed out, what even was he apologizing for?

“Wil, you don't need to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong” Techno whispered, trying to calm his brother but Wilbur just responded with choked out sobs.

“It...It hurts….” The brunette sobbed, the aforementioned guitar falling to the ground, the string made a crumbled melody as the wood hit the cold floor; the sound making the brunette cringe.

X caressed the brunette’s hair, his touch being as soft as fleece. The ravenette’s calloused fingers slowly ran through the brunette's unruly curls. It was late at night, 12:05 am to be precise, and Wilbur was entwined in the ravenette’s arms as soft sobs came from his cracked, pale lips.

“Shhh… It’ll be okay, Blue.” Xisuma whispered as his hand slowly massaged his back.

Wilbur had initially gone over to X’s because of band practice, but it soon spiraled into something other than band practice. Xisuma was the bassist and Wilbur was the lead singer-songwriter, and the lead guitarist. When Wil arrived, he saw his other bandmates weren’t present. According to X, they quit - Wilbur tried to keep his cheery demeanor all while he and X had a jamming session.

The chords the two boys played flowed together in a perfect harmony, the low hums of X’s soft picking while Wilbur strummed, the melody was a sad and somber one but it was quite beautiful, this consistent jam lasted for a good 2 hours but like all good things it must come to an end.

“Blue,” X whispered, placing his bass down. “You gotta eat.” The bassists lightly pushed a plate towards Wilbur who was tightly clenching his guitar to his chest as he sat at the table. X always nagged him about how that wasn’t proper etiquette, but Wilbur didn’t really care much.

Wilbur shook his head, pushing the plate back towards Xisuma. “Not hungry.”

X looked at Wilbur with a plea in his eyes. “Wil, please… You’ve gotta eat, or you’re gonna make me sad..” X spoke, his tone laced with acid. It was clear to any normal person that X was trying to manipulate or gaslight Wilbur, but, obviously, he couldn’t tell.

Wilbur swallowed. He slowly grabbed the plate, and took a deep breath before picking up his fork. His hand shook more and more as the fork approached closer and closer to his mouth. It's not that the food was bad, it was just that, to him, food didn’t look or sound appealing. It felt more like a toxin invading his body than something that was supposed to be good for him.

He didn’t have an eating disorder though… Right?

“See, isn’t that better, Blue?” Xisuma smiled, trying to show he was pleased with the actions of the brunette.

Wilbur slightly nodded. Anything to please Xisuma… even if it was a lie.

Xisuma stood up and crouched down next to Wilbur and put his hand on the brunette’s cheek. “Blue, I don't like you hurting yourself, you know that.” Xisuma lightly squeezed his cheeks. “I care about you.”

Wilbur shook X’s hand away. The brunette brought his knees to his chest, hugging them tightly. He looked as if he was gonna vomit, his calloused hands clenched the fabric of his loose black sweatpants tightly “X… I-” Wilbur quickly bit the inside of his cheek as to hold back gagging

“Blue you don't look so good” X whispered, trying to calm the quivering boy. “Do you need water? Pain medicine?” X questioned as he wrapped one arm around Wilbur and using the other to rub his back. The ranvenette’s touch had love and care in it, and a hint of something else… Wilbur muttered something that sounded like water ,and so that's what Xisuma went to grab. He quickly came back with a small purple mug in his hand. “Here, Blue.” The raven set the mug on the table. “You can stay the night if you need.” He cooed, patting Wilbur on the head.

Wilbur slowly brought the mug up to his cracked pink lips, the water feeling like the fountain of youth to his throat, the brunette quickly downed the water, a sigh of relief escaping him as the water became nothing. “Better?” Xisuma whispered into the brunettes ear, he ran his fingers through the brunettes unruly curls

By now it was around 11:55 pm when Wilbur broke out into tears, no not tears. Sobs

X let out a small quiet hum as Wilbur just sobbed and sobbed. “Blue, shhhh don't cry” He whispered, pulling him into a hug, Wilbur didn’t even hug back, he just sobbed into the others jacket. “Do you wanna go sit on the couch Blue?” X was gently rubbing the others back Wilbut nodded slightly. The tears that came from Wilbur were filled with pain and suffering, something was wrong…
X picked Wilbur up bridal style and brought him to the patched up couch that sat in the dark frumpy room. The ravenette sat down with Wilbur still in his arms. X was caresing the brunette’s hair, his touch being as soft as fleece. His calloused fingers slowly ran through the brunette's unruly tangled curls. Wilbur was entwined in the ravenette’s arms as heavy sobs came from his cracked, pale lips, he gasped for oxygen as more sobs escaped.

For now Tommy was sticking with Dream and Sapnap who soon joined up with George, the 3 of them conversed as Tommy watched silently, occasionally fidgeting with his hands, to be honest Tommy was exhausted he didn’t have the energy in him to talk. The 3 others were talking about a variety of topics that ranged from minecraft to school to coding.

The bell soon rang indicating Tommy unfortunately had to attend his next class, Dream tagged along unbeknownst to the other, when they entered the building he spoke up. “Clem..” He started, reaching out for the other’s shoulder. “Something’s wrong, you’re normally not that quiet when you’re around me or Sapnap” Tommy shrugged the other’s hand off his shoulder. “Im fine D-man”

If the blonde was gonna be honest, he wasn’t fine but not even Tommy genuinely knew that.

He needed help…

He needed help as soon as possible.

Dream pulled down his black mask revealing a soft smile. “You know we care about you a lot, especially Wilbur and Techno” Tommy looked down, trying not to make eye contact, but there was something about Dream’s smile…He’d never seen it before, it was kinda haunting in a way but….comforting. Tommy had always just assumed Dream didn’t have a lower half of his face.

Tommy didn’t respond, everything felt like it was going slow, time wasn’t moving for Tommy, it was like he was phasing in and out of reality. His stomach hurt…His head hurt…Did Tommy even eat today..? He couldn’t even remember. He tried looking at the other but he couldn’t even see a clear picture of him, he kinda looks fuzzy..No blurry? Maybe a mix of both…

Tommy was seemingly phasing in and out of reality. “Clem?” Dream said worried, Tommy practically looked like a corpse at the moment in time. “Clem?” Dream waved his hand in front of the other, they didn’t flinch or even blink, just a husk…

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Not a big update but after doing some thinking i've decided the name of the fic is going to change to Take it easy, Tommy, hope y'all dont mind me changing the name! Stay safe y'all, remember to drink water, eat some food, sleep and wear your mask!

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2:15 PM

Tommy woke up in a bright white room, the blazing white light shining down on his eyes. The light.. it stung. The blonde rubbed his eyes and looked around, he wasn’t familiar with the room, his eyes soon locked with a random lady. “Where the hell am I?” Tommy asked groggily.

The women smiled at Tommy. “Well Ms. Minecraft you’re in the nurse's office, I'm Nurse Aphmau” The woman was short, she had a long flowing black ponytail that was held together by a purple bow, she couldn’t have been older than mid twenties. Tommy cringed when he heard the ms, why couldn’t he just be more masculine…This sucked..Life sucked…Everything sucked.

“Your friend Mr. Wastaken took you here when you blacked out, he was quite worried about you” The nurse mused as she sat down at her desk, her fingers aggressively typing at her keyboard. “Ms. Minecraft, due to school policy, i'm gonna have to ask you to call a guardian and go home” The nurse was nice but kinda offsetting in a way, Tommy just sighed, he couldn’t go home Phil was working anyway…Maybe Grian was done with classes for the day. Yeah he’d call Grian.

Tommy took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts till he found the one labeled ‘big G’ he tapped it and pressed call. It rang for a few seconds before the other brit picked up the call.

“Tommy? What’s up?” Tommy could tell that Grian was smiling through the phone, something good must have happened..Tommy didn’t wanna ruin that so he just had to call Phil.

“Oh! Nothing Big G!” And with that Tommy hung up, he wasn’t gonna ruin Grian’s good day.

“No luck?” Nurse Aphmau frowned. “Well Ms. Minecraft you have to find someone to take you home” Tommy sighed, he didn’t wanna call Phil, or anyone from his family…He did run away afterall.

Nobody was coming to mind..Sam maybe? Instead of calling Sam, he should probably text him instead.

DMS Between Sammy and Toms

Toms: hey sam
can u come to the nurses office?

Sammy: Yeah.
What's up?

Toms: i’ll explain later
just hurry

“Well, Ms. Minecraft?” The woman said, now on her phone, probably texting someone. “He’s coming..” Tommy muttered. Sam was reliable, right? Tommy looked around, only now noticing Dream missing. “Where’s Dream?”

“Oh, Mr. Wastaken? He went to class, sweetie.” She said, her tone wasn’t exactly friendly… had Tommy come in at a bad time? Probably..

Soon, Sam came running into the Nurses office. “Clem! Are you okay?!” He walked over to Tommy quite worried. To Sam’s knowledge, Tommy had only passed out once before… Was this gonna become a normal thing for him? Something was really up. Now that Sam thought about it, Tommy had been acting pretty weird lately. No one brought it up because they thought it was normal for Tommy to have these weird mood swings that would last a few days. Maybe that was just everyone dismissing the fact that Tommy was going through something.

Tommy cringed at the use of his deadname, but it couldn’t be helped, he was in front of the nurse after all.

“Ms. Minecraft, is this who came to take you home?”

Tommy nodded, giving Sam a pleading glance. “I am” Sam responded as he shot a worried glance towards Tommy, his eyes practically asking if he’s okay.

“Well, I’ll need you to sign a few things for Ms. Minecraft’s release.” Aphmau said, cheerily. How come she was being friendly with Sam and not Tommy? Talk about unfair treatment. Maybe it was because Sam is acting as Tommy’s guardian, as of right now.

Sam swiftly nodded at the woman as she slid a few pink sheets of paper towards him and a black ball-point pen.

Even though he’d just recently passed out, he was pretty over-the-moon due to the fact that he didn’t have to go tell or talk to Phil at all. It's not that Tommy didn’t like Phil, it was just that… Well, he ran away from home, didn’t text anyone, and stayed with people Wilbur deemed ‘unsafe’ - which was bullshit! The hermits were completely safe! But, of course, Tommy didn’t know of their past actions - or one’s specific past actions that made Wilbur deem them dangerous. But, of course, Tommy wouldn’t know. It's not like Wilbur ever opened up about his feelings towards anyone.

Sam finally finished signing the papers and handed them back to Nurse Aphmau. “Ms. Minecraft is free to go, Mr. Drops.” The woman smiled as Tommy and Sam walked out of the blindingly bright white room.

“What happened, Tommy?” Sam said, voice filled with worry. As they walked out of the building, Tommy’s eyes never left his feet, keeping quiet. “Tommy, I'm worried about you, a lot.” Tommy just nodded as the two of them got into Sam’s green convertible.

“I dunno Sam” Tommy muttered out, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. “Can you walk me through what happened before you passed out?” Sam said, starting his car, the engine roaring.

“Well I went outside to the tree hanging over the soccer field to meet Tubbo and Ranboo so I could..” Tommy paused, biting his lip. “Y’know..Come out to them but they never came…” Tommy trailed off, tears finally starting to bud in his eyes. “But uh..Dream and Sapnap were around and uhm…Well Dream came up in the tree and I started to space out uhm and I…Uh started to break down in front of him…Uh so he uhm told me to come and hang out with him and Sapnap and uhm they met up with George..” Tommy looked down at his hands fiddling with them. “Then uhm the bell rang but uhm when i was with them I was…well quiet the entire time and uhm uh Dream caught onto it…” Tears started to slowly fall down his cheeks. “Then uhm i think he started talking but uhm i couldn’t hear him”

Sam looked over to Tommy, his eyes giving him a sympathetic look. “He-He was fuzzy…No maybe..Blurry? Maybe both…and uhm according to Nurse Aphmau I passed out..” And with that Tommy completely broke down just like he did in front of Dream, hot tears streamed down the boys now turning red face, his beautiful icy blue eyes starting to cloud and go dark.

Sam looked over at the sobbing boy and his heart shattered. He hated seeing the other in so much pain and it hurt him so much because he didn’t even realize how much Tommy was hurting…Everyone just passed it off as teenage angst but it was way more than teenage angst.

Wilbur had started to calm down from his breakdown, so he and Techno went to the library so Techno could read and Wilbur could study for his band exam that was coming up when he came in.

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Wilbur scowled when his eyes met with the other, the audacity he had to wave at the brunette and that stupid sickly sweet smile, ugh. Even worse, he was walking over to Wilbur! How fucking dare he!

The dirty-blonde sat across from Wilbur, that stupid smile still lingering. “Hello Wilbur” His accent was like a jab at Wilbur’s sanity, that stupid posh british accent.

“What the fuck do you want” Wilbur spat, making sure he aunciated every letter in fuck, he didn’t wanna talk to him! He was..was a fucking hermit! They’re all terrible people after all!

“Whoa no need to get hostile, Wilbur” The other said, keeping his composure showing no emotion to Wilburs tone or words. “I just came to talk” The Brit said, placing his hands on the table.

“I don't talk to hermits” Wilbur retorted, anger rested in his voice but surprisingly no malice.

The other laughed. “I do have a name Wilbur, Its Grian” Grian smiled at Wilbur, that trademark he has. “I understand you don't like hermits because of your troubles with X” Grian’s voice became more stern. “But you’re dragging in people I care about into your issues and I hate seeing the people I love and care about being negatively affected by how you treat them for who they are or who they hang out with” Wilbur stared daggers into Grian’s beautiful grey eyes but they showed nothing, no emotion like this was his poker face or something…

“You don't know what he did!” Wilbur shouted, his hands slamming down on the table with anger which made Grian slightly flinch. “You wont understand what he did! You cant understand! For gods sake your a fucking hermit! You probably act like him too!” The brunettes voice was threatening to crack and break at any minute…He cant tell that stupid hermit what happened that night…He’s never told about that anyway! So how could he tell a hermit of all people!

Grian gave a sympathetic look to Wilbur, his expression softened and his previously emotionless eyes started to show care. “Wilbur, I'm sorry X treated you badly but he’s changed so much, and it's because he wants to be friends with you again, he’s getting help” Grian said, trying to be gentle with his tone, like how he was with Tommy. “And no I cant understand what you’ve been through with X, but for the sake of the ones I care about I want to understand, Wilbur '' But why? Why did he wanna know? It was non of his business anyway!

Wilbur hesitated before speaking…It happened so long ago..So why was he so nervous about opening up about it? “Its none of your fucking business!” Wilbur spat, his tone spitting hot coals, angry tears starting to bud. He couldn’t think of that It brought too much pain to him. Just thinking of it hurt…Why couldn’t he just go away!

Grian gritted his teeth, trying to keep a smile but it was hard when the other wasn’t even trying to hear him out. The fringed-boy stood up and walked next to Wilbur, placing his hand on the brunettes shoulder Wilbur flinching at the touch. “You don't have to open up now but you should open up eventually” Grian retracted his hand and turned to leave the book filled room.

Now that Grian was gone Wilbur could finally think again, many thoughts raced through his head. Not even Techno knew what happened, Wilbur had kept it all to himself for 4 years nobody knew. He never spoke a single word about the incident, he knew he should’ve told someone about it or even tell someone now. Wilbur knew he could tell Techno but he was worried that Techno would tell Phil, he couldn’t tell Clem either…He was supposed to protect her! He couldn’t…He couldn’t let her know that he was struggling, how would he protect her if she knew he was hurting.

X was a bad person! He knew that but X always denied that he did what he did! But did it truly mean that all the hermits were bad? Grian didn’t seem too bad…No no! They were all bad! If they associated with X they were bad!

Wilbur’s thought process was quite messed up, he’d consider something and his thoughts would falter but he’d always go back to his close minded thinking. The brunette knew X was bad but he didn’t know for sure that all the other hermits were bad, he’d never even talked to them before. Grian was the first hermit he’d ever talked to since X, all because he refused to acknowledge that the other hermits were good or not like X.

X didn’t even go to this school anymore, he transferred so why did Wilbur let his experience with X corrupt his thinking about the hermits, for all Wilbur knew, the hermits didn’t talk to X anymore.

The brunette sat down at one of the tables in the room and put his head on it, letting himself think a little more. Maybe Grian made a point. The brunette thought, he was right though, Wilbur should open up a little more especially if its hurting the other people around him or even hurting himself. But it was such a taboo topic or atleast taboo in Wilburs mind, to the normal person it would just be a little sensitive.