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Tommy slipped into the kitchen, an unreadable expression on his face.
He noticed Wilbur putting food down for the cat, being intently watched from about a foot away. They'd been making him wait for his food recently, something about discipline or something. Tommy stood at the sink and watched with him.
"Shift, I need to wash my hands" Wilbur complained playfully leaning over him for the soap. "George told me to ask what you want from McDonald's, we're ordering so I guessed you'd want something"
“Uh nah I’m fine thanks, I just ate like half an hour ago”
Wilbur’s eyes narrowed “No you didn’t. I’ve been cleaning in here for like an hour. You’re getting something”
“I’m not hungry. Don’t waste your money”
“Toms, please, you haven't eaten shit in days. Do you want to talk?”
"I'm fuckin' fine Wilbur! Jesus christ man, I'm not hungry alright? You're reading too far into it!" He definitely wasn't reading too far into it. They both knew that. Admitting it was a completely different story.
"Tom-"
"Don't fucking Tom me! I don't want food, thank you. End of."
"Neither me, Jack or George have seen you leave your room in at least a week, when may I add you were wearing the exact same outfit, your hair is visibly greasy, and with all due respect your breath stinks. What's going on, you can talk to me" he ended with a slightly softer tone.
"Leave me the fuck alone. I’m not a toddler. I can care for myself and if I wanted your help I’d ask for it. I’ll be dead before my eating habits matter anyway”
Jingling of keys, a door slam and he’s gone.
“JACK, TOM’S RUN OFF AGAIN, YOU COMING?” Wilbur yelled, not even waiting for a response before throwing on a coat and running out to the car.
Wilbur is losing hope. It's been half an hour. He can't have just left, right? He wouldn't, right?
Jack is on the phone to the police now. Wilbur's hardly present.
The missing person report has been filed. Missing person. Tommy's missing. Wilbur has failed. He was supposed to protect him. Tommy's mum still hasn't answered the phone, unsurprising. Never fucking does.
George went to bed.
"Will, you need to go bed mate. It's 5 in the morning. They'll find him, come on" Jack pulled Wilbur up by his hand. He looked like shit, to be frank. Dark brown hair stuck tangled and greasy on his scalp from sweaty hands pulling and poking at it.
"Five more minutes" he slurred. "You've said that, what, 8 times? you're not thinking right, if I didn't know better I'd think you were drunk. You need some rest" Wilbur leaned on the younger, wrapping an arm around him. He was never a touchy person.
Jack felt the man hiccup and cling to him tighter, tears rolling down his face once again. "I know, I know Will," he wasn't quite sure what he was agreeing to, but it felt like the right thing to say "come on. you should have a lie down at least. You can't even stand up properly pal"
He groaned, flopping onto his bed. " I love you Jack" he slurred "Love you too, mate". He was out in 30 seconds.
Youtuber Tommyinnit Found Dead
Tom Simons, more widely known as Tommyinnit, has unfortunately passed away this morning. Tommy was just 17, a well loved
Twitch streamer, Youtuber and public figure.
Fellow streamer, and proclaimed best friend Wilbur Soot describes an argument with Tommy the night before his death, concerning
the teen’s mental health, ending with him shouting ‘I’ll be dead before my eating habits matter anyway’ and leaving the house. He
was rushed to hospital after being found unconscious in Queen’s Park, Brighton by police twelve hours after he was reported missing,
however was pronounced dead on arrival. His death was ruled a suicide.
Friends and fans describe Tommy as being a caring, hardworking, funny, loveable person who wanted nothing but to make people smile
among hundreds of others. He will be missed dearly.