A Deadman's Toxins

By _martyr_noumenon
Toxic Wilbur checkkkkk-
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_martyr_noumenonWilbur Soot   171d ago
✩▷ NoticeSeal Industries ◁✩

Wilbur grinned keenly to himself as he stood outside the gates of Walltown, or the Cookie Outpost technically, as Ranboo adored to call it. Speaking of Ranboo, he had heard the news from a tearful Tommy, but the walking corpse himself couldn't help but laugh at it. The SMP gained another ghost, that was how he viewed it as if it was nothing serious or emotionally distressing to anyone else; if anything, he found amusement because of it, much like how he laughed upon hearing of Slimecicle's death. Life was like a mere multiplayer game in his eyes, so why bother caring if others lost? All that mattered is if you [i won]. Looking up at the lava gate, Wilbur glanced around and thought for a second before sneaking over to the side of the mountain and climbing up it, hopping the top of the wall once he reached the top. Now inside the gated fortress of sorts, he hummed a tune to himself as he strolled around carelessly, keeping his eyes peeled for an old 'buddy' of his, having a gut feeling Tubbo would most likely be in the town given the current twist of events that had happened recently considering his armoury was there.
SpiritsTubbo   171d ago

Tubbo was just listening to some audio recordings, holding baby Michael in his arms as tears flowed down his cheeks. Hearing Ranboo's voice...it almost hurt. It DID hurt. He drummed his fingers on the table loudly, loudly enough to accidentally wake Michael and cause him to start crying. He managed to soothe the crying boy, though and brought him to bed in order to let him sleep while Tubbo faced the news of Ranboo's death on his own. He'd gone back to his office at this point, gripping the edges of his desk and trying not to scream before he perked up as he heard the sound of heavy bootsteps on the ground. His ears immediately went on alert as he whirled around, looking back at Wilbur before growling and gripping his fists. His nails were digging into his palms as he glared at Wilbur, starting to grit his teeth and shaking. [i "Y O U."]
_martyr_noumenonWilbur Soot   171d ago
✩▷ NoticeSeal Industries ◁✩

"Whoa, someone's unhappy to see an old friend. It's nice to see you again too, Tubbo." Wilbur casually responded while he tucked his hands into the pockets of his tattered trench coat, a cocky and sadistic grin plastered to his face in apparent permanency. He took a few steps closer from where he towered at the doorway, officially entering the room and looking no less smug than he had moments prior, if anything only growing moreso upon noticing the state Tubbo seemed to be in. "How have you been? Word got around quickly, I couldn't stop myself from paying you a visit; such a shame about Ranboo..." He muttered, genuine emotion lacking in his voice while his eyes slowly looked around the room. "But look on the brightside, at least what all was his is now yours thanks to your little marriage or whatever." Wilbur added on with a laugh, pulling his gaze back down to Tubbo.
SpiritsTubbo   171d ago

Tubbo’s whole body was shaking as he glared at him, gripping his fists harder before taking a breath and letting out a loud yell. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” He shouted angrily, his hands bleeding as more tears ran down his cheeks. “What the fuck is the matter with you?! He was your coworker, your business partner, and you haven’t even mourned him!” His shouting had made his voice hoarse already, starting to cough as he covered his mouth for a moment. He was [i pissed.]
_martyr_noumenonWilbur Soot   171d ago
✩▷ NoticeSeal Industries ◁✩

"Oh, if we're talking about from a business standpoint..." Wilbur started, his expression falling flat for a few moments as he silently observed Tubbo. With a few lanky, swift steps forward, he stood in front of the ram hybrid, towering over him even while he crouched down a little, an utterly dark smile appearing on his face. "People can easily be replaced in a workforce, Tubbo. It's not difficult." He stated matter-of-factly, pausing a moment before continuing as if giving some sort of informative speech; a cruel and twisted one at that. "Besides, it's pointless to mourn somebody when we all know eventually our lives run out and we draw our last breath here in this world, so why get so beat up over [i Ranboo]? I heard you weren't nearly as upset when [i Tommy] passed; he's been your best friend since day one, I should know; [i and] he came back to you, yeah? Just get over him, Tubbo, because Ranboo's sure as hell not coming back."
SpiritsTubbo   171d ago

His eyes glinted angrily as he gripped his fists, yelling again as he tackled him down. Tubbo’s scrawny stature hid the lean but strong muscle he had, holding Wilbur down as his anger took hold. “HE WAS MY HUSBAND, WILBUR! I CHERISHED HIM! Of course you don’t understand, why would you?” He mumbled shakily, sniffling as he reached down to hold Wilbur down by his neck. “You’ve only ever had Sally and she ran away after Fundy was born didn’t she? I fucking hate you..”
_martyr_noumenonWilbur Soot   171d ago
✩▷ NoticeSeal Industries ◁✩

Wilbur only erupted into maniacal laughter, practically wheezing without a care that he was pinned down nor that it could get him strongly reprimanded for doing so. He laughed like there was no tomorrow or as if he heard the funniest joke in all of his lives, and, had he been standing, would have easily doubled over to do so. "Y-you think that [i Sally] running away and leaving Fundy and I behind comes remotely close to matching your [i platonic] husband's death?? You two didn't [i do anything] together and you're so worked up about losing him! Your guys' child isn't even your own! Oh gods, you're more of a comedian than I thought!" He exclaimed with another laugh, though, despite his sickly happy appearance, his eyes visibly went dark. Wilbur slowly calmed down from his laughing fit, raising a hand to place on top the ram hybrid's head as if they were still good friends like they were way back when. "Oh, Tubbo, Tubbo... Let me tell you something. When you've lost all you've ever worked for or come to love; Michael, Tommy, Phil, Snowchester, [i everything]; do you think you'll still have the heart to [i mourn?]"
SpiritsTubbo   171d ago

Tubbo’s eyes filled with tears as he held him down, starting to cry again as he sobbed on him. His grip kept faltering as he curled up, reminiscent of when Tommy used to have nightmares, while crying. “I fucking hate you…” He whispered after a moment, getting up and grabbing Wilbur’s hair. “GET OUT!”

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