An eye for vengeance

3

2am. And I'm still sat on Phil's leather sofa, wallowing in my own self pity.

Maybe if I had done things differently, or if I hadn't let him go upstairs on his own, I wouldn't be here.

Or maybe if we hadn't moved from the burger van all those years ago.
Or if dream never found Q with me.
Or maybe, if we hadn't fallen in love in the first place, my lover wouldn't have lost his life.

"Stop blaming yourself." Techno sighed.

"Blaming myself? You think I'm blaming myself? No, no I know perfectly well it's your fault."

"Wilbur, it's not your fault."

I didn't respond. The ghost was sleeping on my chest, softly snoring away. I admired him, his pale, ghostly complexion. It wasn't what I wanted, but part of why i wanted it.

And after all, he probably doesn't want to be here either. So I wrap my arm around him, and his eyes flicker open as he stifles a smile.

The weight on the sofa shifted, and I saw technoblade stand up. "Come on, it's nearly 3. You should get some sleep."

"yeah, I guess so. I think I'll sleep here, tommy can keep his room."

"Sure okay."

I took the pack of melatonin out my pocket, and took 2 out, before deciding on 3.

"Woah there. You sure all those are okay to have at once? Isn't that like- 50mg??"

"Just drop it, tech."
I swallowed the pills down and adjusted my position, careful not to wake the light, sleeping body that lay atop of mine.

"Amor?" He spoke softly.

"yeah, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry."

I managed to squeeze out a quiet "it's not your fault." before the melatonin had me, and I passed out entirely.

                                          -

Quackity sat atop the roof of the burger van, smoking a cigarette whilst humming a tune.

Wilbur watched from afar, struggling to work out weather his lover was really there, or if all the drugs he'd been taking had finally caught up with him. He started walking closer, then speed walking, then jogging, running, and sprinting. But no matter how fast he moved his legs, it felt like he moved at the exact same pace.

"QUACKITY!" He yelled, and the boy shot his head round to face will, his expression full of disgust.

"The fuck are you doing here? Get away from me!"

"Wha- huh? babe- it's me !"

Quackity snapped back. "BABE?! God! You ARE disgusting !"

Wilbur stood in complete denial. His face was pale and he felt faint.

"Don't just stand there like some sort of lost cause, fuck off!" He spoke once again.

Wilbur approached him and put one hand on Q's cheek as he leant his face in closer.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry quackity, I shouldn't have let you go up there. Tallulah shouldn't have been up there in the first place I'm-"

Quackity raised his fist and smacked it across Wilbur's face, who fell to the floor. The ravenette jumped off the van and stood above the other.

"Have you officially lost your head, Wilbur soot?"

And the words stung like salt on a wound.
It hurt so much, Wilbur didn't notice his ex-lover introduce a gun to his own head.

"QUACKITY NO STOP IT QUA-"

Bang.

                                        -
(Tommys pov)

Boyyyyy I'm STARVING. I actually had a lie in today. 4pm. Okay so a bit of an understatement but. Yeah.

I wiped my eyes and trugded downstairs. Wilbur was asleep on the sofa, still. Techno said he overdosed on that weird pill he takes to sleep, but I just think he's tired. Wilbur wouldn't do that to me. His cheeks are wet and his eyes are puffy, and just as I go too pour my corn flakes, that mother fucker starts shrieking.

And screaming.

Then shouting quackitys name. Big Q's ghost is nowhere to be found, and Phil and techno run in, and try to shake my brother awake.

He wasn't waking up, just screaming, crying, and shouting. So I walked over to him and pour a jug of water over him, and he wakes up, gasping, but he wakes.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK"

"God Wilbur shut up no need to be such a loud mouth." I groan, and he just sits there, eyes wide, and tears streaming.

Phil looked at me and spoke sternly, "Tommy."

I rolled my eyes.

-(wils pov)-

"DAD!" I trembled on my words, nothing made sense. Where's quackity? Where am I?!

Phil's cold hands held my arms. "It's okay will, it's just a dream, your fine."

dream. Yeah, just a dream.

"Where's the ghost?" I hesitated before standing up, and instantly feeling dizzy.

"Steady mate, you've been out for a week and a day."

"Oh. Right. Look, I'm gonna go home, got stuff to do."

My legs wobbled beneath me, I felt more bony then I had before, and pretty weak. But it's fine. I grabbed the knitted sweater I came in with and hobbled to the door.
Tommy grabbed my arm and pulled me back, "No your not, your a state ! Your soaking wet, haven't eaten in DAYS. And serverly depressed..."

I blinked as he continued on, but my vision was blurred, and hearing was muffled.

"My heads - spinning-"

and then the room went black.

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SHORT CHAPTERRR IM SORRY BABIES !

I haven't got a lot of motivation so this is more of a filler chapter !! I have little ideas of what I'm going to do, but if any of you have plot ideas PLEASEEE dm me !! I'd love to take requests 💗

- Love, char