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ghostez · 4 years

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So Close, Yet So Far

Summary: psychopathic brit blackmails child as his friends laugh

(based off MCC 8 :))

(tw: uh, does Wilbur using psychological torment count?? also crying and swearing and i might've accidentally given Tommy a panic attack-)

(OH ALSO THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SHIPPING AND I MEAN THAT SERIOUSLY, DON'T SHIP MINORS OH GOD)

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"WILBUR PLEASE!" he begged, blue eyes wide and desperate. "PLEASE DON'T! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

Wilbur grinned, his grip on the plastic gun tightening. "Surely you remember the deal Tommy?" he asked, voice laced with venom. "We didn't get onto the leaderboard, so now your toy will have to pay the price." He spat out the word like poison on his tongue, making sure the blond before him understood very clearly what he was saying.

Tommy winced slightly, understanding everything but wishing he didn't. "I-I do but-!"

CRASH!

The toy clattered against the wood walkway and Wilbur came down on it like a guillotine. It shattered into pieces beneath his shoe and scattered like bits of glass, only growing smaller and more broken with every stomp.

Tommy's hands flew to cover his gaping mouth, his eyes impossibly wide with horror. The crunching of the plastic rang loudly in his ears and seemed to override everything else. His breathing grew heavy as the air seemed to thicken and choke him.

His hearing slowly came back to him and Phil's stunned laughed filled his ears instead, accompanied by Scott's wincing comments on the damage. He heard angry yelling before realizing it was coming from him, swears and disbelief spilling from his mouth.

"WHAT THE FUCK WILBUR?!" he exclaimed, glaring at the taller. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Wilbur simply smiled and picked up what remained of the gun's handle, looking at it calmly before dropping it again. Tommy winced slightly as it clattered on the floor and tried to ignore the piece that broke off.

"Get over it," Wilbur scoffed, chuckling slightly. "I still have the other one." He pulled out the second gun, clicking the trigger a few times. "Actually, tell you what."

"W-what?"

"Scott." The teal haired looked up at him, smiling and slightly confused. "Would we be able to have the same team next MCC?"

Scott tilted his head slightly. "As in, us four on the same team again? Yeah I guess."

"Great!" Wilbur turned to Tommy, the slight, cold smile on his face not having changed. "Tommy, I'll make a deal with you."

Tommy huffed and crossed his arms. "Why would I want to make another fucking deal with you?"

Wilbur smirked. "To save your precious Vlog Gun." Tommy's head snapped up and his gaze turned serious. "If we win the next MCC, with the same team, then I will mail you back your gun."

The blond's eyes brightened. "Really?! Uh, w-what about the 5k? Will I still get that?"

"Oh sure," Wilbur replied nonchalantly. "In fact, if we get first then I'll even give you 11k. But we, the Red Rabbits, still have to get on the leaderboard for that. AND, you can officially be part of Sleepy Bois Inc."

Tommy was about to burst into joyous cheers until he remembered... "Wait... w-what about Tubbo...?"

"Nope." Tommy's heart nearly shattered as his words. "Same team next month, even if Tubbo's in the tournament."

The blond stood there, staring at the taller in disbelief. "B-but... I wanna team with Tubbo!" he exclaimed, distress seeping into his voice. "I want Tubbo!"

Wilbur shrugged, laughing. "Fine," he said. He bent down and sat down criss-crossed. "Then I guess I'll just break your gun." Before Tommy could respond, Wilbur slammed the plastic against the ground with a loud CRASH!

"No!" Tommy yelped, instinctively lurching forward. "I-I..." He sighed and glanced up at Wilbur, forcing a smile onto his face. "Y-Yeah I'll b-be with you-"

"Say the team Tommy," Wilbur sneered, raising the gun again. "Say who's gonna be on the team next MCC."

"I said I-I'll team with you-"

CRASH!

Wilbur smirked as Tommy flinched away from him. "Say it Tommy. Who's gonna be on the team?"

Tommy looked over at Phil with wide desperate eyes, silently trying to beg for him to step in. The blond didn't even notice him, instead staring at Wilbur with an amused smile. His clear blue eyes held no malice but instead playhumor.

He thinks it's a game... Tommy realized, his breath hitching.

CRASH!

Tommy jumped at the noise, bring him back to reality. "U-um, I'm gonna team with you..." He tried to focus on his breathing, stop himself from going lightheaded, and fidgeted with his hands. "A-and Phil and me and uh..."

He looked up at Scott with pleading eyes, to which the teal-haired replied to with a small laugh. "Pl-please Scott," he begged, praying his voice would keep steady. "Just say it! Just say you'll be there for Tubb-!"

CRASH!

"Say it Tommy!" Wilbur demanded, grinning widely. "Finish the sentence!"

Tommy shrunk in on himself, arms around his torso and gripping his shirt tightly. Wilbur's stare was cold and piercing, like pools of tar ready to pull him down and drown him. Nothing like the warm brown eyes that had stood beside him in battle, ready to fight tooth and claw to defend.

Now, they stabbed through his heart like the arrow Dream had fired at him.

"A-and... S... Scott," he finished, the words dying in his throat. "Not Tubbo," he added quietly, his voice finally cracking.

Wilbur smiled at him brightly, standing back up and putting the toy back into his inventory. "Great! You know, I've had a lot of fun today actually!" the brunette exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

Phil broke into laughter, shoving his face in his hands to muffle it.

"WHAT'RE YOU LAUGHING AT?!" Tommy snapped, glaring at the older.

"N-no sorry I-I just-" The blond broke into wheezing again, laughing from the absurdity of this whole situation.

Scott huffed out a laugh, smirking. "Jesus christ..."

Tommy sighed as the group got back to their regular banter, joking about muting the chat and the qualifications for Tommy getting back his gun. Another person joined into the conversation but Tommy didn't notice.

Didn't notice because he was already running away from them.

"Oh, there he goes," he faintly heard Phil's voice say. The comment stung more than if they hadn't said anything.

He darted through the arena as quick as his shaking legs could carry him, faintly aware of the cameras still on and around the area. He didn't even notice Techno as he dashed past him, or the concerned look on his face.

There was a building at the back where close friends of the competitors could stay and watch the competition on a big screen, then stay to meet with their friends afterwards. Tommy grabbed the handle of the door and jiggled it, trying to wrench it open.

"E-excuse me!" He knocked on the door frantically, only pausing a bit to wipe the tears pricking at his eyes. "Excuse me!"

The door clicked and a lady with pale pink space buns appeared in the doorway. "Uh, hi?" she said in a confused tone. "Do you need something?"

"I just need to see my friend!" Tommy blurted, speaking so fast his words nearly merged together.

"Tommy? Uh, excuse me ma'am." The woman moved aside to reveal Tubbo who flashed a small, sad smile at him. "Hey Tommy."

"TUBBO!" Tommy practically flung himself at the shorter, instantly pulling him into a tight hug. Tubbo simply hugged him back silently, his smile wavering slightly. The door behind them closed but neither cared.

"I-I'm so sorry Tubbo..." Tommy sobbed, letting tears spill down his face and drip onto the other's shirt. "I didn't- I-I just- I'm so so sorry-"

"It's okay," Tubbo said calmly, cutting off his rambling. "I understand."

Tommy could feel his shoulder growing wet with the brunette's tears that opposed his calm tone. Tommy's breath hiccuped and hitched, quiet sobs slipping from his lips.

Tubbo tugged away from him finally and gazed up at him, bright blue eyes glowing with tears. A solemn smile was still on his face, a heart breaking site to Tommy which made another round of tears come to his eyes.

"It's okay," he repeated, almost like he was trying to convince himself as well as Tommy. "It'll be okay."

"B-but it's not," Tommy choked out. "I-I should've- I shouldn't have- W-Wilbur-"

Tubbo's sobs cut him off, the shorter desperately trying to dry his tears with his sleeves. Tommy didn't hesitate to pull him into another tight hug, letting the shorter grab tightly at the back of his shirt and cry into his shoulder.

"Tommy- *hic* I-I don't wanna fight..." Tubbo sobbed, gasping for breath between his words. "You're my best friend..."

"I-I know," Tommy murmured, holding the brunette close to him. "But even if we have to... f-fight..." His voice cracked once more and he had to compose himself quickly. "We'll still be best friends..."

Tubbo sniffled. "Right... best friends..."

#tubbo #tubbo_#tommyinnit #philza #ph1lza #dangthatsalongname #smajor1995 #wilbur soot #minecraft #mineblr #fanfiction #mcyt #my writing #god i love these two but they gotta suffer :')

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kiraawrites · 5 years

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2MSS #5: Reptilian Runaways (Part 1)

Day 5 of the 2 Month Short Stories Challenge w/ @flyingfalconflower12

Word count: 793

Constructive criticism welcome!

James sat on the dining room floor, looking with wide attentive eyes as his mother retold the tale of Adam and Eve. His head barely reached her knee as she sat on the sturdy wooden chair.

“Never trust a snake. They’re scary and poisonous, okay?”

He nodded and blubbered, “But what if they’re my best friend?”

“No such thing. You’ve Martin and Sally at kindergarten! You’re going out with them tomorrow. I don’t think either would appreciate having snakes for company,” she replied, patting his jet black hair. “Go back to your room. It’s bad to always sit on the floor.”

The child nodded and waddled his way over to the blue door gated the room that he played and slept in. He was looking down at his feet as he walked, nibbling on his bottom lip. His room was painted with cartoon stars beaming down at him. Stickers dotted the walls as hand-me-down clothes and toys lined the room in cardboard boxes of various sizes. Each toy produced its own distinct squeak. James had learnt all of them by heart. Taking a yellow truck out of its compartment, he started to set up a city in his head. I like going to new places. But Mama never lets us go new places. She says we can’t afford it and I don’t know why.

James giggled as he lifted the truck into the air. Filled with the simple glee of childhood, his eyes grew bright as he immersed himself into worlds he had never seen before. Bang. A slamming door broke the peace. Papa’s back! Peering out of the door, he confirmed his thoughts. His father donned an ancient leather jacket that stretched back from the days when James’ grandfather was alive. His hair was in spikes as sweat ran down his face and stained his grey shirt. I wonder what Papa and Mama talk about when I’m not there. Maybe I could find out right now.

Sitting like a good child does by the crack of the door, he studied the creases of his father’s face which deepened as they set into a frown. His mother cocked her head in concerned curiosity, offering her hand to his father. He took it and plopped into the chair beside him.

“I might have just knocked out a bunch of hooligans.”

“You don’t mean what you say, do you? Were you out drinking? I thought you hate alcohol now, after what it did to your father,” James’ mother questioned, her voice rising as the memories of alcoholism surfaced in her head.

“They wanted James.”

A pause. His mother placed her head on her hands and leaned forward. “He’s a good boy. You can check on him now and he’ll be playing in those imaginary worlds again. What’d they need him for?”

James sucked on his thumb with the nervous energy of a toddler at hearing his name being mentioned. They found out that I copied English homework from Martin… Mama is going to be so mad at me! He crept even closer to the door frame, wanting to gauge his mother’s reaction.

“They were a scraggly bunch. Saying James has something powerful that he can’t manage by himself. What absolute bull crap. The most powerful thing he can do is cry and demand attention."

“Don’t swear. You have to be a good role model for your children even when they’re not around. Why’d you knock them out, then? I told you to be careful with those fists of yours, Sven.”

James’ father shook his head and tapped his fingers on the tabletop. He sucked in his cheeks and sat upright, staring his wife dead in the eye. “Creepy fellows. Kept chasing me, demanding to see our kid. A bunch of kidnappers, that’s all I can think of. He’ll be going to school with me from now on.”

“You don’t get along with the other parents. Sven, that’ll be catastrophic to his friendships and you know—”

“Shut up, Carrie.”

James heard a soft hissing behind him and turned around to face the python coiled up beneath his bed.

“Luke! Be quiet. I think Mama and Papa are coming here soon,” he whispered, crawling over to the thick bundle of scales. “What do you want?”

“They’ve found us. They’ll kill us tomorrow, James. We have to go,” replied the reptile.

James started to tear as Luke slithered onto his lap and slowly shrunk into a flexible rapier. The rapier’s handle was a snake’s head, the blade being sheathed by the coils of a snake body. “Take nothing. Just run,” it called out to him. James nodded and unlocked the French windows that bordered his toys. Stumbling onto the soil beyond, he started to tread his way into the unknown.

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Author’s note

Apologies for not posting yesterday’s work. I had an important deadline for another creative writing piece to meet. I hope this makes up for it though! I have high expectations for what I’ll write tomorrow as a follow-up.

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