Decades Between Us

[45] Memories and Truths

George looked in the mirror and let out a nervous breath, he adjusted the collar over his crewneck; he moved his hair to the side more as itd grown painfully long and got into his eyes often.

He felt arms wrap around him and he looked up from the sink seeing clay now holding him from behind.

"i haven't seen wilbur in a while"
"i know"
"last time i saw him i was- alive i suppose?"
"you look fine, he won't notice a thing"
"are you sure?"
"when do i ever lie to you george"
"good point"

their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door, clay rubbed georges shoulder in a reassuring manner before they headed to the door, on the way they saw sapnap and karl leaving their room. They were in dry clothes yet their hairs were wet, "were you two dancing in the rain again" clay chuckled playfully pushing sapnap, "you know it princess" sapnap winked. "don't ever call me princess again, that's so gross" clay cringed

george took a deep breath and opened the door, a tall man stood before him, deep bags beneath his eyes. his hoodie drooped slightly at the back whilst his posture was awful.

Wilbur.

"hey wil" george smiled letting him in
"the famous wilbur soot, i've heard many things about you" clay reached out to shake wilburs hand, which he accepted. Wilburs facial expression seemed suspicious.

"hey" wilburs voice was soft, it was laced with sadness.

the group headed to the living room, eventually sitting down

"what are the police doing about tommy?" george forced a weak smile, clay placed his hand on georges knee

"giving up, they're saying he's a runaway but it's bullshit! he was a happy kid, he wouldn't just- he wouldn't just leave!" wilburs frustration was clear, george stood and sat by his friend giving him a reassuring hug.

"it's okay wilbur, we'll find him" george smiled
clay stood and headed to bads room, he was in there for a little while whilst george and wilbur spoke.

Clay came back this time with bad, george raised an eyebrow as if to say 'what the fuck are you doing' yet clay shook this head.

"my friend- he's a uh? psychic" clay smiled
george bit his inner cheek and raised an eyebrow
"i appreciate it, i don't really believe in that stuff" wilbur chuckled
"no- i promise! he's reliable!" clay defended
"are you sure this is a good idea dream?" bad turned, clay profusely nodded.

"okay, here we go" bad closed his eyes, he mumbled slightly. Wilbur exchanged an unbelieving look with george, he seemed slightly annoyed, feeling as if they were treating his situation as a joke.

"tarker." bad shot up
"what?" wilbur laughed
"he's uh- alive" bad let out a nervous chuckle
"that didn't sound so- believable" wilbur looked between george and up at bad
"he's definitely alive- local, he looks tired though. There's someone else with him, they're young. maybe the same age?" bad explained, he was very animated with the way he spoke, using his hands.

"i don't know if you see this as some sick joke, but to me it's serious. My brother is missing, the authorities don't care. He's all i've got right now and i don't have time to waste being told by-" he made air quotes "psychics- complete lies" wilbur grabbed his coat and stood.

a poof was heard and a crying boy appeared infront of them, wilbur stumbled back falling onto his arse in confusion, he looked between the group

"Tubbos in trouble!" ranboo yelled
sapnap came out of his room, "somethings wrong with karl! he's freaking the hell out- bad help!" he cried out before rushing back in, bad followed after him

"what the hells going on!" wilbur looked around, george and dream exchanged a glance knowing they'd have to explain this.

a/n

what's wrong with karl

what's happened with tubbo

how will wilbur take finding out this information

any other theories

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