whats_sleep
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"We have to leave," Wilbur pulled at Tommy's hand. "We have to leave now." Tommy didn't budge.
"What's going to happen to us?" He whispered, staring at at the pale light on the pavement.
Wilbur couldn't answer. They couldn't go back to the group home, they would give them new placements, separate them, and then Wilbur would never see Tommy again. They couldn't go back home, Wilbur still heard the screaming from the open window.
"We'll figure something out, I promise."
Or: Wilbur and Tommy run away from another foster home. Techno and Phil are roommates who just so happen to catch them stealing from their trash.
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itchy sweaters and bad habits by whats_sleep
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
15 Jun 2021
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There were scars everywhere on his arms, like blotchy sleeves. Red, uneven, and absolutely horrid. Like cigarette butt burn scars, but smooth and varying in sizes and shapes.
Tubbo hated them. A lot.
And even so, he brought a hand up to scratch at his arm. It felt good, Tubbo could feel his nails dig into his skin, back and forth, back and forth. A soothing, repetitive motion. As long as he didn't have an episode, he would be fine and no new marks would be drawn.
"You alright?" Tubbo startled, looking over to where Tommy had paused his conversation with Ranboo.
"Of course, big man." His skin burned. "Why wouldn't I be?"
And suddenly, the scars weren't the only thing he hated.
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Wilbur Soot never liked the dark. It was creepy, horrid, and unsettling. It was childish, sure, but that didn't stop the bone-chilling fear that coursed through his veins every time the candle flickered.
The control room incident probably didn't help.
The wind blew and the light died.
It went dark.
Again.