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Blood and tears

TWs

Eating disorder, medication, sewer slide mentions, drugs, coca*n mentions

Authors note:

I have seen the things about Wilbur soot and have purposely chosen to leave them be. I am not condoning his actions and simply choosing to completely ignore his real self from now on. This story will continue but keep in mind that this book is specifically the characters and not their irl persons. Please do not let this discourage you from reading this. Non of my future books will even have Wilbur as his irl self, it will only ever be the origional image of Wilbur before this was revealed.

Also, I hope everyone has taken the information with care. Get some sleep and stay safe.

-Dann1isg4y

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First of all, all the surfaces are clean. Second, the layout is just pog. Straight to the right of the entrance is a big living room with sleek black furniture and white wooded flooring adorning a black fluffy rug on the ground in front of the couch and a tv on the wall opposite of it.

To the left was another door that probably led to a closet and/or laundry room. Then there was a kitchen that had a white marble island with stools that lined both sides of it. All of then being made of black metal and dark grey seat cushions. The kitchen floor was black, hand laid tile with black cabinets along the wall then had more white marble counters sitting on top of them. Floating cabinets hung to either side of the double sided sink that looked to be a half foot deeper that most with a median in the middle that was only half the height of the sinks other walls. There was a nice sleek white Samsung fridge and a stove with a cabinet between the two.

The living room also had stairs in the far corner that supposedly led up to the bedrooms. And oh fuck this was really cool. And rich, and oh- these people didnt need to adopt for the money. There's no doubt about that.

Phil walks into the kitchen and Wilbur presses his elbow into Tommy's side in a light attempt to get him to stop gaping but Tommy's body perceived it as a threat when his already aching ribs flared in harsh pain. He swiftly tilted onto his left foot while swinging his right straight towards Wilbur's shins. It hits hard and Tommy is quick to step back and bring his hands to his face to cover his mouth. Wilbur falls forward as his leg was just kicked out from under him. He lands in a push-up stance before rolling onto his back.

"Oh my gods I am so fucking sorry! You just scared me and i was in my own head and wasn't expecting you to touch me and-" Tommy's eyes widen and he presses his hands roughly against his mouth as tears start to form. But he quickly shuts up when Wilbur gets up and places a hand on Tommy's shoulder. Tommy swallows because oh, he's going to yell at me or tell me he'll get me back, or he's gonna hit me or-

"It's okay Abby." Wilbur smiles calmly and Tommy didn't even hear the name slip out, he only heard the first part. That it was okay that he kicked the guy. "It was deserved, I shouldn't have nudged ya' so hard. Are you alright?" Wilbur tilted his head down to meet Tommy's eyes head on. Tommy watched as his hair fall over the mans right eye.

"Y-yeah." Tommy's voice cracks in an attempt to betray him and the fear that was swarming his body. "Yeah im fine, I- are you okay though? You hit the ground pretty hard." Tommy quickly shifts the small conversation onto Wilbur so that he's not the center of attention.

"Yep all good." Wilbur nods and steps past Tommy and while waving his hand in a motion to get Tommy to follow him. Which Tommy quickly did so to follow Wilbur to the kitchen area. "We made food before we left so help yourself to anything." Wilbur grins and Tommy shakes his head. He doesn't think he could stomach anything at all right now, not after the mini panic attack he almost had.