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Tommy huffed as he plopped down on the tiny couch of their dorm that he and Tubbo shared. The two of them were good students, dare he say excellent, which is why they were already enrolled here at only 17. Well that and the fact that they were in such a nice college almost entirely free of payment owed a lot of credit to his roommate Tubbo.
It was a silent agreement between the two of them to never tell anyone where Tubbo actually worked, how he worked, and just as Tommy couldn’t tell anyone, he wouldn’t tell anyone that worked with Tubbo that he knew more than he let on. Now all this fancy talk of whether or not you know who you know and pushing this aside Tubbo was a hunter.
A demon hunter.
Tommy had never been big into the supernatural before he befriended the brunette, while he wouldn’t necessarily mock you for it, he certainly had never believed it. That was until on a late night walk home after being caught out by curfew, he’d been cornered by something that still made him shudder thinking about it. He’d been confronted by a powerful being, and Tubbo had stepped in from seemingly nowhere. The man was tall, he was broad, and most importantly, he was intimidating. The man had cornered him, and was using his fancy rich talk trying to convince Tommy to do. . something. He frankly hadn’t paid much attention to the details after a man with blood red eyes, fancy suits, and ram horns had cornered him. Then Tubbo stepped in and talked with him, making the man back off. It was at that moment Tommy started to understand just how much power Tubbo held, even though he’d never boast that.
But now Tommy was frustrated because the casual dynamic between him and Tubbo was going to be disrupted. The school had put them into a nicer dorm, with four bedrooms, so he supposed he never actually expected it to always just be him and Tubbs against the world, but still the letter in his hands from the principal was tearing away the safety netting his mind had put up in refusing to believe it would ever be anyone other than him and Tubbo living here. He’d been given the offending paper about a week or two ago, and he had initially thought it was a joke. A part of him still wanted it to be one. He glanced at the time and got off his seat.
Class would start shortly so he may as well get ready while he had a chance. So he had tugged on a simple white and red shirt over his messy blond curls, and was brushing his teeth when the sound of keys in the lock caught his attention. He glanced over expecting his roommate Tubbo to walk in from some late night hunt, or maybe early morning class.
Someone opened the door, and it wasn’t Tubbo
The man had rounded glasses with a thin dark metal frame that hung loosely on his face. His hair was sticking out in a messy but fashionable way from under a gray beanie he wore. He was tall, a few inches taller than Tommy. He had a phone in one hand and was texting on it as he had opened the door with his free hand. A dark red luggage bag perched slightly behind him. The boy wore a yellow turtleneck sweater, light brown khakis, and a long black overcoat that hung off him almost in a cape-like fashion. Around the neck, it hung loosely off his shoulders, and had a lot of white fur fluff of some sort. When he looked up he had piercing brown eyes that seemed deeper than any pit on Earth, and just as intense as the planet's core as he looked at Tommy. He smiled slightly and spoke.
“Oh, sorry I didn’t expect anyone to be here at the time.”
Tommy still had his toothbrush in his mouth, and toothpaste, so he rolled his eyes going back to the bathroom with a wave, “Whahefer.”
After a moment he had rinsed his mouth out and leaned on the doorframe, looking over the newcomer as if sizing him up. Although, inexplicably, the blond knew that if a fight were to break out between them that got physical, this boy was more than capable of defending himself. He had an almost intimidating nature about him.
“Oh great, not another one Tubbs is enough as is. I honestly didn’t think they would actually give us a roommate.” He scoffed quietly.
A quiet sound, like a disgruntled growl came from the other, as he set down his single box of luggage and leaned on it. “Nice to meet you too.”
Tommy crossed his arms as he studied the other, “So, what’s your name?”
The boy turned a cold stare on the blond, not replying for a few heartbeats, clearly trying to play the intimidation game with Tommy, “Wilbur, and yours?”
“Tommy, best not forget that.” He huffed as he went to the couch and pulled out his own phone communicator.
Currently Tubbo was messaging him like mad, and he was tired of the frantic notifications so he figured he may as well at least check what the spam was all for. Wilbur had moved down the hall and presumably set his belongings inside one of the two remaining empty rooms when he came back and leaned on the hall wall, glaring slightly at Tommy as he adjusted his glasses.
“And why’s that?”
“Cause I’m not someone you should forget, that’s all.” He gave a cheeky egotistical grin at the taller boy.
Wilbur scoffed and laughed quietly as he rolled his eyes, turning back down the hall, and he replied calmly. His tone even as if he was stating facts.
“I am certain you are nothing. Especially when compared to people like Schlatt.”
Schlatt. He knew that name, it was a name Tubbo often mentioned, at least the name. He was supposedly the freaky thing he met on the streets several years ago, and was the ruler of hell. Or ‘Nether’ as Tubbo insisted it was called, although that didn’t have as good of a ring to it. Either way he knew Schlatt was a powerful man. Although his brain was running on dial up internet, and didn’t stop to think why Wilbur would know this name.
“The demon guy? I’m nothing like him.” Tommy laughed as he glanced up from his phone before he even read the messages.
For a brief moment time seemed to stand still. A low rumbling sound that was certainly a growl came from the new boy as he spun on his heels and faced Tommy. His eyes cold and narrowed, “How do you know that name?”
Play dumb.
“Name? What name?” He cursed himself for the slip up, but was also starting to question Wilbur, “I don’t know about any names?”
Damn I’m a terrible liar.
Even as he averted his eyes, he could feel Wilbur’s dark glare on his skin pricking the back of his neck, “Don’t play dumb now. How. Do. You. Know. That. name?”
Tommy turned his gaze to his phone and started sending frantic messages back to Tubbo. Since before the buzzing was just various social media notifications. He was internally praying that the other would be home shortly for backup. Heavens knew he needed it at the moment. After a minute, he answered the other.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about buddy, how about you just unpack your shit in your room?” He kept his tone even, trying to think of a logical explanation.
Maybe he was an associate of Tubbo’s, but then wouldn’t the brunette have told him? Maybe he was from some other hunter group, but then he probably would’ve still recognized Tubbo’s name, after all even for being young, his programming skills, and natural talent in combat had gotten him far faster in the hunter field. He knew Tubbo had left that morning for a meeting with his team, but this was more important.
TUbo SoS
New roomamte knos Schlatt
Help??? Is he a coworker?
Tubbo took a few minutes to respond, and when he did, it didn’t ease his worries any more.
Tommy Dude
Just ended meeting, there’s rumours of a councilmen on the surface
I’m panicking too.
What if its Schlatt??
Idk, but same here.
We gotta figure out who tho.
Tommy glanced up and watched Wilbur walk to his room and close the door. He waited an extra moment to see if the bizarre boy left again, but when he didn’t he leapt to his feet and booked it to his own room. Tubbo was quick to reply as Tommy sighed and flopped down on his bed.
Our College is like a fucking hotspot for them
Like
Yeah, theres good ones like FUndy
But what if they come to our school???
What if they come after us??
IDk dude
What do you even do about this?
Dunno, but since its our college/my assignment if it shows up, its our problem.
Well mine, but you’d help me right?
Sure thing
I got your back.
He could just barely make out the sounds of footsteps, making him look up, where he saw Wilbur passing his slightly ajar door and heading back into the main room. He was shocked with how surprisingly silent the other was while walking around, even though he was certain that Wilbur had never removed his shoes. Which said shoes were an army style and logically should make some sort of noise.
Thanks man, I know you do
Hey whats the news on the roomie btw?
Oh him
Hes here already
Mentioned Schlatt. . .
You’re joking right?
Schlatt like the Schlatt???
Yes the schlatt Tubbo
What do you think I mean when I say that name?!
Fuck
Dude you need to leave NOW
If he knows Schlatt. . .
Wer’re fucked
Thanks so comforting
Exactly what I needed to hear rn.
Tommy scoffed aloud and pulled on some shoes as he began heading to the front door. If Tubbo said to leave, that’s exactly what he was going to do. However, Wilbur was also sitting in the front room, still wearing the dark cloak like jacket that hung loosely on his frame. He was sitting on his own communicator, and without missing a beat or looking up he spoke.
“Where are you going?” He spoke casually.
“None of your business.” He had been startled not realizing where the other was, but tried to play it off as he shoved his phone in his pocket and made a beeline for the door.
“Tommy, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but please don’t run.” His demeanor and voice were softer now as he sighed and turned to face Tommy, standing up.
“I’m not running, just going to see my friend.”
Wilbur was quiet for a moment, studying Tommy but made no move to stop him, “Ah, well, when you do come back I’d like to talk.”
“Sure thing pal.”
He had no intention of talking with the weirdo roommate until he got to at least explain the situation to Tubbo, and as he walked away from the dorms and onto the campus, he spotted the hunter running towards him, a bag slung over his shoulder as the cloudy sky began to leak with the occasional drop. The other skidded to a stop in front of him and audibly sighed in relief.
“Tommy! You’re okay!”
“Of course I’m okay,” he waved the other off, “I can take care of myself, but seriously, you’ve gotta come meet him. He’s a fucking weirdo.”
Tubbo looked pensive for a moment before he seemed to cave in and smiled softly, “Okay then, but you weird or Skeppy weird?”
”First off I am not weird, secondly, Skeppy weird.”
"Do you think he’s one of them?”
“One of them?” Tommy was still half running in panic and sleep deprived mode and didn't immediately register what Tubbo was asking.
“A demon, do you think he’s a demon? You are the one who said he mentioned Schlatt.”
Tommy grinned, “Even if he is, we’ve dealt with bad demons before, we’ve got this.”
Tubbo gave an affirming nod as they went back inside the dorm. When they opened the door again, Wilbur was back to sitting on the sofa, with his phone in his hand, and he barely spared a glance up as the two of them entered. Although Tommy did note the slight stiffen from the other even if Wilbur was trying to hide it. The brunette raised an eyebrow as he looked between, so Tommy elbowed his side as a subtle prompt.
“Go say hi.”
Tubbo went over and held his hand out to shake, “Hey I’m Tubbo the other roommate.”
Wilbur seemed to eye him for a long moment but never did take his outstretched hands, making this that much more awkward.
“Wilbur.”
Tommy sighed and grabbed Tubbo’s hand beginning to drag him to his room, “Great we’re all friends now.”
Tubbo followed, occasionally glancing back to look at Wilbur who visibly relaxed once Tubbo had left the room.But he turned to Tommy.
“He’s weird, but maybe the name was a coincidence.”
“Yeah I know he’s weird, so what do we do?”
“Maybe you can just talk to him? Wait - “ Tubbo hopped up as he patted his cargo shorts looking for something clearly, “Take this, so if he tries anything he won’t be able to hurt you. But you’d be better talking to him, he seemed . . .disturbed by my entrance.”
Tommy took the medallion Tubbo was holding out for him, “I don’t wanna talk to him, he could be some big scary demon or something.”
“I’m right here, plus you’re the big strong man, Big T right?”
“Damn right!”
With a new confidence boost, he got up and left the room heading into the main area, where he stood in front of Wilbur, refusing to let his fear now be shown to the other. Wilbur seemed to perk up slightly as he entered, but still had an air of wariness about him.
“You still wanting to talk?” Tommy crossed his arms facing the other.