|| Oneshots || MCYT + DSMP + SMPE ||

3 ~ Masks 1/2

Wilbur asks Tommy if he's okay. Tommy breaks down.

Fair enough reaction am I right?

And Tommy's father returns home.

TW: graphic violence, description of wounds, abuse, child abuse, mentions of sexual assault, underaged drinking, drugs, hospitals, and eating disorders. (Also beating an abuser with a metal bat ;] )

If your being abused, please get help. No one deserves it, and if someone's abusive towards you, please speak up. Don't use anything in this story to help you hide it. You deserve help.

Requested: No.

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Tommy glanced towards the clock and then back to the discord call.

It was 1:35am, and he was on call with Wilbur.

It wouldn't have been unusual for the two, except that tonight's call was about Tommy.

Sure the two had never met up before, but Tommy knew a lot about Wilbur. Wilbur knew not so much about Tommy.

"Tommy?" Wilbur asked, snapping Tommy from his thoughts.

"Yeah?" Tommy replied, his mind still going 100 miles an hour.

Wilbur went quick for a bit.

"Tommy are you okay?" Wilbur asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Y-Yeah. What do you mean?" Tommy rushed to say, and cursing himself for stuttering.

"...Tommy..." Wilbur said, slightly inhaling before speaking. "...You rubbed some of your foundation off your face..."

Tommy's face filled with horror.

No one was supposed to know...

No one was supposed to find out!

He was going to tell them when he was ready...

But he hadn't gotten enough courage...

Tears gathered in his eyes as he realized that Wilbur now knew.

God his father was going to kill him...

"Tommy-" Wilbur said. "H-Hey Tommy! Listen to my voice.."

Tommy nodded, and tried focusing on Wilbur's voice.

"What's five things you see?" Wilbur asked.

Tommy hurriedly scanned the area in front of him.

"My computer, coke cans, keyboard, poster, discord." Tommy said, gripping tightly onto the chair.

"Four things you feel?"

"...The chair, my clothes... My shoes... The headphones..."

"Three things you hear?"

"...Your voice... The hum from my computer... my own voice..."

Tommy's grip loosened and he was becoming more and more visibly calm.

"Two thinks you smell?"

"...The popcorn on my bed..." Tommy said, before muttering,  "I want to eat that now..."

Wilbur laughed slightly.

"What's another thing?"

"...The vanilla from the candle Tubbo bought me."

"One thing you taste?"

"...Pain...?" (I bit my tongue-)

Tommy let go one the arms of the chair and physically relaxed.