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“C'mon Tommy, Look at me.”
Wilbur Soot stood in front of Tommy, his brown long coat on, brown scruffed up hair with a white streak in the front, matching Tommy's own.
Tommy wouldn’t look at him.
After all this time, Tommy still wouldn't look at him.
Still shorter than him, Tommy Innit, Wilbur’s brother, (“Brother”, The word made him laugh, Tommy wasn’t his real brother, just a kid he’d found in the greater SMP and grown fond of.) Stood in front of Wilbur, wearing his classic red and white shirt, now tattered and ripped, his tan baggy trousers, with handsewn patches on, a green bandana around his neck. And over it all, a blue cardigan, seemingly handmade by someone.
(Wilbur thought for a second it could have been Tommy who sewed it, but Tommy couldn’t sew, surely not-)
Then Wilbur noticed Tommy’s appearance.
His hair was darker, He had a few scratches and new scars dotted around his face, a white streak in his hair..
(Which was never there when Wilbur last saw him-)
“Toms, come on, it’s me-”
“Don’t call me that.” Tommy snapped, he’d had enough.
Wilbur was lost for words “W-What?”
“I said don’t call me that.”
Wilbur scoffed
“I’m your brother Tommy, I missed you so much and you come back and act like this?! How dare-”
“Were.” Tommy said, venom in his tone.
“..What?”
“Were my brother. You left me, Wilbur.”
Wilbur looked at Tommy, his brother, and didn’t say a word.
“Why would i see you as *anything* like that now?”
Tommy paused for a second, he sighed.
“We were a family..” He finally said.
Before turning around, and walking away.
Wilbur didn’t see him again after that.
Tommy didn’t want to see him.
And they didn't need to say anything else
Because in the back of their minds..
It was already decided.