𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝙰𝚜𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚋 | 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜𝙳𝚞𝚘/𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 & 𝚃𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘 𝙰𝚄

𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

I felt crazy, taking to an AI like it was human.

"Note taken. Wilbur, you appear to have some first-degree burns on your arms, back, and hands. Would you like me to treat them?" Shroud asked, seemingly pulling some burn stuff from nowhere. "Uh- No, no, I'm alright." I nervously laughed.

"Wilbur, you appear to be experiencing high level of stress. Shall I notify somebody to assist in calming you? Would you prefer me to comfort you? Some say I am decent at giving hugs." He said. "Wha- Shush! I-I'm- No- I'm perfectly fine, I'm- I'm not stressed! I don't- I don't know what you mean. Phil, I-I think your robot is broken!" I yelled.

Phil just looked at me with a look of concern.

"Wilbur, your stress level appears to be rising. Shall I show you some breathing techniques?"

"No! I'm ok! I- God, shut up!" I pressed my palms into my eyes. "Pushing on your eye can cause blind spots and headaches in some cases." "I know!"

God, is this thing ever gonna shut up?

I turned to walk away, bumping into Quackity. I felt something with my ribs move in a way I wish it hadn't, because it fucking hurt.

I clutched my side, stifling a cry.

"Scanning for internal injuries..."

I glared at Shroud, even though he probably didn't know I did.

"Scan compete. Please do not give me harmful looks." He said. I nearly laughed, it was so crazy. "Philza, since Wilbur is a stubborn donkey, he appears to have two cracked ribs on the left side, bruising to his stomach, and some smoke in his lungs." Shroud turned, facing the lounge area.

"Donke-!?" I said a little loud, offended. The strain sent me doubling over on myself, arms wrapped around my ribcage.

"Fuck, Wilbur." Phil gasped, standing up. "How did you crack your ribs?!" He asked, placing a hand on my back and I was leaned over. I flinched, not realizing he had walked over.

"He threw me. His- His fucking telekinesis- ow, fuck!" I sucked in my breath.

I'm not a clumsy person, and I rarely get hurt, so I don't have much of a pain tolerance. Maybe every other person on the planet would be pretty fine right now, but I'm certainly not.

"High pain levels can cause stress, sometimes resulting in extra, unneeded pain. Would you like me to bring you a compression brace to fasten around your ribs? Compression braces help hold the ribs in their appropriate places, letting them heal. Compression braces are also good for easing anxiety. Tell me, have you ever seen those weighted anxiety plushies? Compression braces can work the same for some humans." Shround said.

"Phil, does he ever shut up?" I groaned. "Yes! I would be delighted to have a Compression brace, Shroud. And yes, I have seen the anxiety plushies. I owned one before my house got fucking exploded!" I breathed out.

Shroud was silent for a moment.

"Would you like me to bring you one, Wilbur?" He asked. His robotic voice seemed to have emotion behind it. Sympathy, care.

I looked up at him, thinking.

"I...yeah..." I stared down at my shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the world. His head nodded down and up once in a jittery motion.

"Go sit down, Wilbur. I will be back in a moment."

He then turned, leaving.

I watched where he disappeared around the corner for a moment, exhaling.