SBI ONESHOTS

Jubilee Line

((Art and inspiration by WolfyTheWitch on Twitter))

((Inspiration from Limbo by comicguts on YouTube (second slide>>>)))

((Even more inspiration from late_august_ and jazetallo on Instagram))

Okay, I'm so fucking stoked about how this turned out. ((It's a little confusing at first so try to be patient))

I was going to post a part 2 of Cellmate but I hate writing part 2's and I'm not too much of a fan of how the first one turned out. I already have like 12 different ones I'm working on anyway. Enjoy!

Wilbur sat alone on a bench he had became way too familiar with. The same bench at every stop, he realized it after carving his initials on the side. The station had no stairs or type of exit to leave. He was completely stuck.

No matter how long he would wait on that goddamn subway, the destination was always the same. The same exact fucking metro station after the next.

A fate worst than drying

It was limbo.

When he had first arrived there after he'd been killed all those months ago, he didn't think it was all that bad, but day after day it was the same thing. Same  shadows, same station, same monotone voice announcing the trains. Nothing changed.

The ghostly shadow figures would linger around the tunnel platform constantly spilling into or out of the train. They didn't talk or pay any attention to him no matter how hard he would try to communicate with them, he gave up on them a long time ago.

It wasn't hell but it definitely was not heaven, Wilbur wasn't much of a believer in either anyway. Some days it felt like a weird way of torture almost like hell yet there were still no demons pulling his guts out and it was relatively cold. The only horned man Wilbur saw was the small window of interactions he was given with Schlatt.

He would come stumbling out of the metro holding a glass bottle. Wilbur didn't know how he managed to sneak alcohol into the afterlife but it didn't surprise him either. Though Schlatt never stuck around for longer than a few hours before being swished back away into the train.

He said the train took him back to a different area each time he rode it. He was thrown into a different place each time and given a new cruel task after the next.

Wilbur never fully understood what Schlatt meant when he tried to explain, but the one time he tried to follow him, when Schlatt stepped onto the train he disappeared into thin air.

Wilbur considered talking to Schlatt one of the better days in his afterlife despite their past. He and Schlatt had been long-time friends on earth and if they both did kind of fall out at the ends of their lives,  all the events that happened were done and over with. Schlatt would pretend to hold grudges but Wilbur knew he really didn't care.

They made up as old fucked up friends but neither would have it any other way. After all, they were fucked and learned to accept it.

After months of the same daily routine of sitting on the bench counting the shadows the shadows and naming each one he finally had enough.

One day while a train was pulling into the station he attempted to free himself from this place.