Requested by: No One
TW: Mentions of recent Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Drinking, Yelling, Thoughts of/Attempted Su!cide
Character(s): Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson, Tommyinnit, Technoblade
Relationship(s): The Sleepy Bois
Note: I know that he's still Ghostbur as of rn but like- Wilbur's revival worked in thiz :p Also comfort WILL come so dont worry abt that :)
WC: 1153
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Wilbur winced when he saw the look Techno threw his way during dinner.
He hates you. A voice hissed.
I know He repeated mentally, wrapping his arms around his small- skinnytooskinny - frame, shrinking into himself.
He needed to get out-
"Wil? You okay, Son?" Phil asked softly, reaching across the table to touch his Son's arm.
Wilbur shot up out of his chair, jerking away violently from his Father.
"D-Dont to-uch me!" His voice cracked when he shouted and he didn't miss the way Tommy flinched, or how Phil looked crestfallen.
Making up his mind, Wilbur booked it out of the house, ignoring his brothers- theyhateyoutheywantyougone- and Father calling for him to come back.
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Wilbur has been gone.... oh his drunk mind didn't know. All he knew what that he it was dark and he was shitfaced, giggling and stumbling along.
Soon, in his drunk haze, he made it to a ravine.
They wouldn't miss you if you jumped you murder
Wilbur froze his thoughts. Not because they were wrong, cuz they were right, but because he's never tried before.
Wilbur looked at the recent marks all along his wrists, some from mere days ago, tracing them with his finger.
Wilbur sighed and took along long drink from his bottle of Vodka, flopping onto his back and hoping he choked on the alchohol.
Do it. Do it, Wilbur. They WONT MISS YOU
"Shut UP!" He shouted, sitting back up. He clutched his head, the voices repeatedly telling him they won't miss you.
Wilbur started hitting his head, crying, praying for his thoughts to settle down and leave him be.
"Shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP!" Wilbur shot to his feet and swayed. He stumbled forward towards the Ravine, ready to step over the edge-
"Wil?"
Wilbur froze, a foot away from the edge of the ground.
"Wilbur. What are you doing. Step away from the edge. Now."
"T-Tech?" Wilbur breathed.
"Yes. Now Step. Back." Techno said coldly.
Wilbur did so in fear.
Lookit that you useless fuck, you made him angry-
Techno stepped closer but stopped when his brothet stepped back.
"U-Useless? Wilbur I.... fuck I'm not mad at you, okay, just- just come here." Techno soothed, holding his arms open for his drunk brother.
Wilbur, hands still painfully gripping at his hair, looked at his brother with a terrified yet broken expression.
