Six hours later Wilbur feels like he goes crazy. He can't get out. But nothing to do. Maybe? No.
A few seconds pass.
Okay. Yes actually yes.
He screams.
His door flies open within a few minutes. Dream standing there looking like he just fell down stairs.
"What's wrong?"
"You happen to know where Bad put the guitar?"
A sigh.
"Front door."
"Thank you."
"Do it again and I fucking kill you."
"Okay "
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Dreambur- No Really
FanfictionNo idea. read. just read. I need help The title of book has nothing to do with it. Just asked a friend to give me a stupid name for a book randomly without knowing what it is about
