That One Fated Night

Chapter 12 - Blood.

The first person that reached the bottom was Wilbur, who held up his arm to prevent the two children and Techno from coming down.

What he saw was a trail of blood, going from the kitchen to the main door. There was a chip of Phil's wing on ground.

"Uh, guys, can you go back upstairs?" Wilbur requested.

"Yeah, no." Techno pushed past Wilbur's arm and took in the situation.

"Ok, what the fuck." Techno's head snapped up to Wilbur's direction. "Explain. Now."

Tommy moved behind Tubbo and Wilbur in fear.

"Can we not explain now and look for Phil? Because in case you haven't noticed, there is a blood trail in our house."

Techno sighed. "Fuck it. Fine. Once we find Phil you're all explaining." Techno turned around, inspecting the trail.

Wilbur and Tommy sighed in relief, before coming down the stairs.

Tommy followed the blood trail to the main door, inspecting the door, where he saw a handprint, along with a few splatters of blood. Past the door, he saw Phil. Tommy gasped loudly. "W-WILBUR!! I FOUND PHIL!"

Wilbur came running over. He stood, shell-shocked at the sight before him. Blood literally everywhere, Phil's wings in chips, having bits missing all over the place, and Phil of course, on the ground, eyes closed.

Techno swiftly squatted down, placing two fingers on Phil's neck, searching for a pulse. After a few seconds, he said, "I can't-. oh wait. whew. His pulse is weak, but he's still alive. Is there a hospital nearby?"

Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo exchanged a look.

"Well, it's not because we don't trust you but..." Tommy started.

"We don't think you'll be allowed in this one." Wilbur finished.

Tubbo nodded.

Techno stared at them for a moment, processing what they were saying, until coming to a moment of realization. "Well, then go without me. I'll look around for clues. I still care for Phil y'know, even is he's a supernatural. or a fairy for that matter."

Wilbur nodded, smiling. "Could you help me carry him to the car though?"

"Yeah sure."

As Tommy watched this exchange, Tubbo was already looking around the area. He saw something that definitely didn't belong there. He saw footprints. And it didn't match any of the shoes that they own.

At least now they know that the culprit can't fly. Because those footprints are deep, meaning that the shoes must've been heavy.

"Alright, boys! I'm going to the hospital! See y'all later!" With that, Wilbur drove away.

Techno then turned around, advancing towards the duo. Tommy sucked in his breath.

"So, mind explaining what happened?" Techno asked.

"What?"

"What?"

"You're not gonna kill us or anything?"

"Huh??? Why would I need to?"

Tommy thought about his words carefully. 'okay, i can't tell him i'm a werewolf yet. so let's just say i'm associated with them.' He thought to himself.

"Because I'm associated with Wilbur and Phil?"

"What? No! I don't have a reason to. Besides, I don't think you would kill anyone and I don't think I'll be able to live with the guilt of knowing I killed you, or Wilbur, or Phil, or Tubbo as well for that matter."

"Oh, that cool. Now then, let's search for clues to find the fucker shall we?"

Tubbo then poked Tommy's shoulder. "Actually I found something. There's footprints. They seem heavy, so that means they couldn't have flown. So it shouldn't have been from the fairies. I mean, I hope it isn't the fairies. or else it's going to be reallyyyy awkward for whoever hurt Phil when he gets out of the hospital."

"Yeah, true."

"May I ask why?" Techno asked out of the blue.

"Oh, because Phil's the leader of them."

Tubbo has given up trying to keep it a secret at this point.

"Oooh. Ok cool."

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-Wilbur's POV-
'Come on Phil... You can't die on me now...'

As the pair sped to the druids' hospital, Phil was able placed in the backseat of the car, lying down.

Wilbur was definitely breaking a few speeding laws.

They soon reached the hospital.

Wilbur practically ran in, carrying Phil in a bridal fashion. "Can I please see Bad or Niki? This is urgent." The druid at the counter nodded, before tapping some buttons into the phone, speaking a few words.

Bad then came running down the stairs. He took one look at Phil and his face paled. He lightly grabbed Phil from Will, Will emitting a small yelp, and brought him into the surgery room.
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-Bad POV-
'How on earth did you get into this situation?'
Bad grabbed some bandages, infusing them with a bit of magic, to stop the blood form flowing out. He grabbed a scalpel, noticing a bullet etched in Phil's ribcage. He popped it out and placed it on a tray. He inspected Phil a bit more, before noticing that Phil had broken his arm. 'Probably from a struggle.' He thought to himself. He carefully placed Phil's arm into a cast.

He then wheeled Phil into his own hospital ward. "They really owe me so many favours at this point." He muttered to himself.

He walked over to the counter, muttering that Phil's done. The lady at the counter nodded. She then called out Wilbur's number.

Wilbur basically waddled up. He nodded and asked for the room number. "Room 10, second floor." Wilbur nodded.

As he walked into the room, he saw Phil, with his arm in a cast, eyes closed, and hooked up to an IV. Bad walked in beside Wilbur. "So I found a bullet in him. That could be a clue as to who it was. He should be able to leave in about two weeks." 

Wilbur nodded. He stayed there for about half an hour more in silence, before rising to leave. "Bye Phil, see you later."

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Brooo i'm running out of ideas here,,, check out the mafia AU there's actually an idea of what i'm doing there-