Brothers!au Crossed with the Watcher!Tubbo and Tommy
ok so I basically am forcing myself to take a break from writing my own stuff and so here we are. For anyone who doesn’t know, this is a continuation of that one post that pami made where all of Tommy’s memories are now in Tubbo and its lots of fun :D
No. No this couldn’t be happening. This had to be a nightmare, some sort of hellish reality that his brain had come up with. He had failed them… He had failed them all. His brother was already dead because of him, and now the family he had surrounded himself with was lost.
Tommy couldn’t even remember his own name, and Tubbo… Tubbo had seemingly gone completely insane. Wilbur sat in the dingy prison cell, watching the young teenager for god knows how long. He had just sat there, clinging onto Wilbur’s shirt, muttering to himself about nothing. Every now and then, Tubbo would let out a sharp laugh, making the older man jump in surprise.
He needed to clear his mind. He needed to calm down. Sitting here with Tubbo, watching as he began to cry, then laugh, then shout in rage, it only served to fuel his panic. Hesitantly, he pulled out his phone.
Ever since Grian had died in The Blur disaster seven years ago, Wilbur had somehow gotten into the habit of calling his phone whenever he was stressed. He knew that it was pointless, and that no one was ever going to pick up or answer, but something about hearing his brother’s voice in the voicemail recording was soothing. Plus, it gave him a way to vent out his emotions, without anyone actually having to sit and listen to them.
With a trembling hand, he pulled up his brothers contact information and hit call.
That was when he heard it. A voice, coming from somewhere behind him. But not just any voice, it was his voice. It sounded like it was several years old, perhaps from when he had just entered high school, but it was still his voice.
“Hey you bitch! Stop ignoring your brother and pick up the fucking phone already before I-” the sound was cut off as someone swore under their breath. No… No this wasn’t possible. Wilbur recognized that voice clip. It was the clip that he had set as Grian’s ringtone as a prank. But that was years ago… And the only person who had ever even had access to that audio file was Grian himself. So who was hiding in the shadows?
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but you better fucking reveal yourself. You have some explaining to do,” He called out, standing up as straight as he could. His voice held a slight tremble, but he did his best to hide it.
A person stepped out from the shadows, and Wilbur felt his breath catch in his throat. Standing directly before him, just out of arms reach, was his twin brother. The brother that had died seven years ago in The Blur. The brother who he had left for dead. In many ways, it was like stepping back in time. Grian looked exactly the same as he had before he died. Everything, from his hair to his height, even the bruises and bandages that covered his arms, it all looked exactly the same.
But there was something different. A heavy sorrow seemed to surround him, as if he were holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. His eyes were no longer filled with the life and light that Wilbur had grown up seeing, but were now only filled with hopelessness and pain.
“Uh, hi," he said, his voice quivering.
Tears filled Wilbur’s eyes as he fell to his knees. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real, it wasn’t fucking real. It was a trick, a hallucination. Some sort of ghost or memory from his past, only there to remind him of how much he had fucked up. A reminder of how he had failed his family. Both of his families.
"No… Leave me alone, you aren’t real!” He cried out
His brother’s face filled with pain, which only served to twist the knife in Wilbur’s heart. “It’s good to see you again too Will…"
The tears only fell faster. Wilbur kneeled in the dingy cell for what felt like hours, clutching his stomach and trying to control the waves of sobs that ran through him. The only other sounds that pierced the quiet air, were the hysterical giggles of the broken boy next to him.
bro brob BRORBROBROROBOBROAN IJDNSIDKJMKJNSKANDHSNDSHJASDUAHJSAIBAUYSHDAUSYD OH MY GOD WHAT HTE FUCK THIS. THIS HURTS. YOU,, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO THE LADS,,, Y’ALL WRITERS FOR THIS AU ARE C R U E LOH MY GOD I’M LOSING MY SHIT
