~{ cw/tw(?):: Mentions of self harm (technically is it a version of self harm I'm just not specifically aware of what the correct term it it) }~
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Still Wilbur's POV
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"Wilbur, I need to speak to you." Phil spoke once Tommy and Tubbo ran to their room. Feel panic erupt in my chest as I pull off my jacket and start walking toward Phil.
Oh God, what did I do wrong now...
He led me to his room, telling Techno he can't come in with us.
Okay, what the hell is happening...
"Okay, I'm not really sure how to explain this," Phil spoke, suddenly going to his closet and rummaged through a box. He walks up to me, holding a red notebook. "But, if you haven't noticed, Tubbo has been through hell and back. "
He looked at the door then back at me. "Not litterly, I don't think."
"Okay, what do you want me to do with Tubbo?" I asked.
I'm so damn confused, does he want me to talk to Tubbo?
Phil cleared his throat. "To put it simple, I want you to jot down anything weird you notice about Tubbos actions." He scratched the back of his head, obviously feeling nervous. "If you don't want to, you don't gotta."
I smiled and take the notebook from is hand. I've always liked writing and Tubbo is a sweet kid.
"If it means I help him out, of course!" I chirped, which made my dad smile bright and sigh with relief.
"Thank gord, thank you, Wilbur." He placed a warm hand on my shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb.
I smile back.
Now I have an excuse to enhance my writing . . .
"Why couldn't Techno join this?" I asked curiously, remembering he shooed him away when he tried to join.
"Well, he had a pretty bad experience as well, ya know. I don't want to put more stress on him." He choked out, obviously being careful with his words.
I chuckle. "I undestand."
He smiles in my direction, motioning towards his door. "Good, good..."
With that, we made our way out of his room.
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I race to my room almost immediately, grabbing a pencil and opening the notebook on my soft bed.
The cover is a crimson leather, the pages within smooth, there was even a blue strip in place for a bookmark.
I smile, clicking the mechanical pencil and begin writing on the first page:
" Hello to whoever reads this! My name is Wilbur and I am 14, almost 15. My adopted father told me to write down some things that Tubbo does that make link back to his past! (Or so I think)
Once I figure stuff out about this kid, I will jot them down. But for now, I will explain how I found Tubbo!
We were looking for a shop to take Tommy for Christmas and I noticed a large box on a street corner that had 'Merry Chrustmas' scribbled on the front.
I was curious and checked it out! Turns out there was a living boy in it, Tubbo!
I do remember a few nights ago, he was almost begging Phil to hit him? Something about getting anger out. When I figure out more, I'll write it down.
He's very nice, tho! (I don't know how to spell it full, sorry to whoever reads this)
I hope I can get closer to the kid! Tho, so far, he's really attached to Tommy. Maybe it's the warmth or their close age.
Anywho, bye bye!
~ Wilbur Soot "
I look at the notebook, feelings happy with my entry. Though, before I close it, I write today's date at the top.
I place the notebook on the bedstand besides my bed, taking my phone from my pocket and going on YouTube, waiting for dad to call me for dinner.
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3rd Person POV (No Ones POV)
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"How are you so warm?!" Tubbo questions his friend, putting his hot hand on his cheek. They were currently sitting on the bottom bunk in their room, examining Tommy's lava body. Well, somewhat lava body.
Tommy laughed, letting his smaller friend play with his hand. "Dad calls me a magma boy! Something from hell, I think??" He answers.
Tubbo smiles widely. "Really?! Do you have any cool abilities?"
Tommy used his unoccupied hand to rub his chin, thinking. "Uhhh, dad told me he'd teach me my abilities when I get older."
He suddenly pouts, looking somewhat grumpy. "Though I think I old enough..." He grumbles.
"I have abilities! Kinda- wanna see?" Tubbo asked eagerly, in which Tommy nods frantically.
Tubbo holds his breath, seemingly pushing something. Almost as if he was taking a shi-
Suddenly, little purple flowers appeared within his fluffy hair, poking out in every direction. Flowers even appeared on the boys slim tail, which was swaying.
Tommy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, staring at the blooming flowers growing out of his friend.
"WOW!! That's so COOL!" Tommy yelled in excitement, reaching to touch one of the flowers.
Tubbo immediately gave in, letting the boy touch the flowers on his head. He was still holding Tommy's warm hand to his cheek.
Tommy looked at Tubbo, a large smile plastered on his face. "Can I have a flower?" He asked, his voice a little softer.
Tubbo nodded, putting a soft hand right next to Tommy's ear, in which the blonde froze.
"What are you-" Suddenly, he was cut off by a large, red and orange flower appear behind his somewhat pointy ear.
Tommy gasped when Tubbo pulled his hand away, though Tubbo kept Tommy's hand on his cheek.
Maybe if Tommy got excited, the heat would increase.
Tubbo giggled at his friend, feeling his already hot hand become steaming. It's was staring to burn Tubbo's cheek, though he didn't mind.
Just like he'd theorised...
Somehow, he told himself he was used to worse.
Tommy instantly retracted his hand, seeing as it was steaming off of the boys cheek. "Tubbo! You idiot- don't hurt yourself!"
Tubbo looked at him, still smiling. "Why?"
Tommy blinked. "'Why', what?"
"Why can't I hurt myself?"
"Uh, because it's not good for you? Duh."
"Yes it is." Tubbo answered, almost instantly.
Tommy raised an eyebrow, clearly confused on why his friend thought it was okay to hurt himself.
"Its not oka- SCRATCH THAT," The blonde shook his head, not wanting to think any more. "If I make your skin steam, don't touch me. I don't like it."
Tubbo's smile faltered, tilting his head to the side. "Papa would always feel better when I was hurt, why don't you?"
"Why dont I what?"
"Feel better."
Tommy started to cringe, not wanting to talk about this anymore. Not knowing why it was making him uncomfortable.
"Let's stop talking about this." Tommy muttered, making a mental note to tell Philza about this later.
Tubbo nodded, his smile instantly returning.
Word Count:: 1149
~{ Heya, I hope you liked it :) I have no clue where I'm going with this story, if I'm being honest.
If anyone's confused on my writing, I'm sorry ;-; I can answer questions if you'd like!
I hope y'all are having a good day/night! Adios. }~