7/20/21 | 4k words
Your encouraging words gave me the motivation to grind
out this, whether or not it's terrible isn't my problem.
Well it kinda is
Idk if anyone'll actually get noto for this idk wattpad wildin
3k words |
TW// alot of mentions of vomit / throw
up in general yeah it's nasty,
Mental breakdowns
wilbur is in so much distress
Tommys kinda chill though
I love you all.
Wil ended up spewing his guts out in the bathroom.
"Was it gross?" Tommys eyes widen, Toby wrinkles his nose in dismay.
I shrug, although I didn't witness it myself, it's safe to say, yes, it was gross "Uh, well, I'd assume so."
"I throwed up once." Tommy offers insight, visibly shuddering.
"Eww. Once Nic throwed up in class, ALL OVER OUR TABLE. It was gross." Tubbo assists in the commentary.
Oh my god. Enough. I hate throw up so fucking much, it's so disgusting and it hurts it's like getting facefucked by a dragon dildo or something I just I can't why does it exist and that shit SMELLS *sobs* ban vomit 2021.
"I'm gonna go tell Phil what happened." Toby said before turning away from the cill, honestly I think it's just an excuse to escape the throw-up-talk. Which is completely fair and reasonable.
Tommy turns to watch his friend leave before turning back to me. His eyes rounden as he leans forward a bit.
"So,," Now that Tommy and I are alone he lowers his voice to a whisper "Are you REALLY leaving forever, or were you playing a prank?"
"I'm really leaving forever." I shrug.
Although Tommy looks sad, he's definitely taking it better than Wilbur. Wilbur had left when I explained to him what I meant, then I realized he was puking and I dipped. Honestly? I don't know what his deal is. I mean, I warned him.. At some point I did, I swear I did! I don't know why he's so surprised!
Tommy frowns "I don't.. Want you to.." He looks away.
I return his frown sympathetically "I'm sorry Tommy, I'll miss you, pal."
"Will you come visit me?" He asks quietly.
"Yes." Probably not, NYC is quite a ways away from [insert place in America here,] but anything to make Tommy smile again. It works only a little.
"When are you coming back?"
"I'm not sure." I wish I could console Tommy, or Wilbur. But I really can't, this is completely out of my control, and I'm not very good at comforting people.
"When are you going?"
"In a few weeks."
Like, two. I don't know why Wilbur hadn't questioned the moving boxes or anything, I guess he just didn't care. Now he definitely cares.
This seems to lighten his mood significantly "Oh! A few WEEKS?? That's so long! That's, like, an entire year. Wilbur is SUCH a baby!" He rolls his eyes, and I chuckle breathily.
"Maybe."
"Ugh, it's probably gonna be so boring when you're gone.." He frowns again "We used to, oh, we used to have this old neighbor, and, like, they were soo old. I literally didn't care when she died,"
"Oh."
"But I'm actually gonna be really sad when you leave, actually Schlatt. I think Wilbur will also be very sad. 'Can't speak for Daddy though, he doesn't like you very much." That checks out.
