Tw:
Suicide attempt
Wilbur angst
Cutting references
Swearing (ngl almost every chapter I have is going to be like this)

Cw:
Trains

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A/N OH MY F^CKING PHILZA

ALMOST 1k READS WHAT THE ACTUAL FU-

Anyways sorry for my long break :,> I literally left when tommy died..
Oh well maybe ill make an A/n later or sum.
Enjoy my late night chapter I made while listening to Kitchen Fork (good song) & Your sister was right

(Future Ash here: GUESS WHO FUKIN FORGOT TO POST THIS LIKE ENDER KNOWS HOW MANY MONTHS LATER)

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... that London puts barriers on the tube line"
"Theres a reason.. that London puts barriers on the rails"
The soft sound of Wilbur strumming his guitar as he sang filled the room. Wilbur always poured his heart out into his songs. He would strum the strings of his guitar as the sweet disguised cries for help fell off his tongue. He would let silent tears roll off his cheeks as he sang. The pitter patter noises the rain made when hitting the window was the only other sound in his room.

He got up setting his guitar to the side of his bed. He's going to miss that thing, it was his prized possession after all. He grabbed a neatly folded note and slipped in between the first three strings and the last three. Hopefully it wont fall into the hole of the guitar. It's awfully hard to get things out from there.

Wilbur was strumming a tune on his guitar for his youngest brother, Tommy. He loved tommy and would do anything for the kid. Hell he would commit a murder if it ever came to that. Suddenly he felt the small object that was being held between his thumb and index finger slid out of his grasp. "Fuck." He muttered. "Whats wrong Wilby-urr..?" The child cut himself off when he noticed he almost called Wilbur, Wilby. "I dropped my pick into the stupid soundhole." The older replied with slight annoyance mixed into his words. He flipped over the guitar and shook it gently for a few minutes until the guitar pick fell with a soft *clank* noise. His arms were definitely going to be sore after this song

He took a final look at his room before leaving it. Hopefully he made the right choice leaving his guitar for his beloved Tommy. *click* He was finally out of that god damn household. As much as he told himself that he hated the house he still couldn't get himself to. He set off for his final resting place, the station.

The screeching noise filled the station as trains came and went. Wilbur always liked the strange noise. Something about it always made him feel safe and just, happy.

—— Birdza POV ——

The winged male arrived home after a long day. Groceries heals in one hand and both wings. He really needed help carrying these to the kitchen, he'll break his back if he carried on. "BOYS!" He shouted knowing his sons were all home. Tommy arriving several hours before due to staying over at Tubbos and Techno arriving about an hour ago from sparring with dream.

The bird watched as his youngest son bolted down the stairs before turning towards his middle son,( who was walking downstairs at the moment ) and shouting "HURRY UP TECHNO" "Im coming child! I just take my time unlike you". The bucket hatted male laughed at his sons shenanigans before realizing something. Wheres Wilbur??
"Have you seen Will, Toms?" He asked the younger who was in the middle of a battle between him and his brother. "No actually- I thought he was with you-"

With that Phils heart dropped. He could tell Wilbur wasn't doing too well lately and had been completely out of it. He bolted up the stairs into his sons room, leaving his two other sons to put away the groceries he dropped, they grumbled when realization hit them. When Philza walked into the room he saw a very obvious letter slipped in between the strings of Wilburs guitar. Once he read the first few words on the note he realized something was seriously wrong. He needed to find Will, his son. But where could he be? "Oh shit!" He realized there was a small train doodled on the corner of the paper. This would seem as if the author just drew it for fun but not for Wilbur.
He always doodled whatever was on his mind when it was bothering him.

The man grabbed his sons and ran, the old man soon reached the train station. Just in time.

— Tommy POV —
Tommy was looking around frantically for his brother until he saw a thin figure standing by the tracks. The figure has messy brown hair and a large blue sweater on. Despite himself he screamed, "WILBUR, DONT DO IT PLEASE" [ (; ] The younger charged at his brother and pulled him into a tight hug. He could hear the short and shallow breaths coming from his brother. It hurt him to see his brother like that. Here they were, sitting on the floor of the train station hugging eachother. Phil and Techno caught up to the two and joined them, the elder whispering soft words of comfort into his sons ear. ( god its so hard to write angst when pigstep is playing in my ears rn.. ) Tommy was happy, Wilbur was safe. There was nothing to worry about.. it would all be okay now. They could all work on it as a family. The very same family they had always been. Nothing could possibly go wrong..

Finished: ?????????

Published: Friday, July 9th, 2021, 4:20 am [;