"What..?" Tubbo asked after a long moment of silence in the room. "Wil, what?"

"Yeah, I said it! Now do you see why we need to hurry?" Wilbur snapped, taking off his coat. A nasty, rotting chunk was taken out of his shoulder, he wasnt lying. The wound was a dull red, with alot of dull yellow and green. His bone was barely visible, just through the wound.

That wasnt all, though. On one of his sides, and his back, aswell as across his chest, deep cuts and bits littered him.

"Yeah, you fuckers! Now dont you see?" Wilbur hissed, doing a little turn-around, displaying the cuts more visibly.

"And you kept this from us." Techno didnt seem surprised, but at the same time he did. "Do you realize how much this wouldve changed?"

"If you had told us earlier, we wouldve gone faster! Fuck, Wil! I cant lose you!" Phil circled the dying boy, tears forming in his eyes as he studied every gash and nick in his might-as-well-be son's body.

"Yeah, well, I couldnt worry you. Not when you were dealing with Tubbo." Wilbur's anger vanished, and he seemed to shrink under Phil's eyes.

"Wilbur! Do you even hear yourself?" Tubbo jumped in, "I'm fine, but you wont be! You could've- My god, you idiot!"

Tommy blinked, as if freeing himself from a spell, and moved forwards. He reached to Wilbur's wounds, carefully slipping the older's arm into his hand. The boy reached up, locking eyes with Wilbur, and gently tapped the bite on his shoulder. Tubbo felt bile rise in his throat, but he couldn't bring himself to look away.

Wilbur flinched, backing away quickly, and Tommy did the same. Tommy scrunched up his face, and like a cat cleaning itself, rubbed his face. He turned his eyes to Tubbo, a new worry settled in the zombie's eyes.

Darryl flinched out of nowhere, as if something had touched him. He gave another glance to the room where... they lay.

"We should leave. We need to hurry, though, now come on." It was Techno's time to be impatient, and he practically dragged the group out.

They were right to leave then, for a mob of zombies were attracted to Darryl's scream. As soon as they spotted the group, they ran and snarled with a new energy.

Tubbo ran, death basically breathing down his back, and stayed beside Tommy. He couldnt lose him again, even if he was already a zombie. The group's feet pounded against the cement road, and they wove their way between tall, staggering buildings. The familiar claws and howls of fear tore through Tubbo as he ran, overworking his body. Just as they had gotten away, Tubbo mumbled something.

"Repeat that?" Ranboo asked, tilting his head and dusting off his clothes.

"I don't feel so good," Tubbo swayed on his feet, and collapsed into Tommy, who held him tightly.

....

Tubbo opened his eyes, noticing that he was in a white room. A white room with sound-proofed, impossible to get yourself hurt on walls.

An insane asylum room, if you will.

"What..?" Tubbo stood up, a massive pain shooting from his head and arm. Gripping his arm, he stumbled forwards, towards the door of the room. "Hello?" He called through the thin slot.

No reply.

Tubbo wandered back over to the corner he had woken up in, noticing a trail of nearly scrubbed clean blood, aswell as how the texture of the floor was cut and wonky.

As if there had been a struggle.

Before Tubbo could ponder and imagine furthur, a loud, booming voice made him jump.

"Good morning, #65." The voice said, coming from a speaker in the top corner of the room. "Its about time you've woken up."

"Uh... Hello?" Tubbo flattened himself against the wall, "Why am I here?"

"You went mad." The voice put it blankly.

"What do you mean?" Tubbo raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He went mad? How so?

"You woke up screaming people's names after waking up from a coma, and tried to attack several staff members, aswell as two doctors. You went into a panic, and we were forced to knock you out again."

What?

"I- I what?" Tubbo wasnt looking at anything in particular, trying to remember anything that happened before he woke up. Nothing came up- how odd.

"TOBY! TOOOOBYYYYYYYYYY!" Tubbo jolted upwards, on his feet in an instant.

"I DIDNT ATTACK ANY DOCTORS, I SWEAR! I PROMISE! I DIDNT HURT ANYONE, YOU HAVE THE WRONG- oh." Tubbo froze, realizing he was in the forest with his friends again. What a strange dream. His arm hurt like hell, his wrist sending waves of pain. He needed to eat something. "Ow."

"What?"