the fate of this story is undecided. i no longer support wilbur soot and i completely stand by shelby and any other possible victims. my heart goes out to all of them.
"ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱʟᴏ...
"did you just call me wilby again?" wilbur asks. tommy gets flustered for a moment.
"it was a typo."
"a typo that you said out loud? what? how does that even work?"
"who cares! come to dodgebolt!" i see wilbur approach us.
"wilbur! get out of the lore skin!" tubbo says.
"oh shit. give me a minute," wilbur says. tommy and tubbo laugh, but i raise an eyebrow.
lore?
wilbur rejoins the game, now in a yellow sweater instead of a brown coat.
"which skin did you like better, aubrey?" tommy asks me.
"uhh... i don't know..? maybe the one with the brown coat, i liked the streak in your hair," i respond. wilbur hums in response.
"oh, well, if that's the case, maybe i should change back..." wilbur says while laughing.
"well, you want my honest opinion?"
"i'm nervous, but yes."
"i think our skins for tomorrow are the best."
"TRUE!" tubbo shouts. our skins all have matching lime green letterman jackets with "LL" on the back. mine also has a lime green ribbon in the hair.
(for reference)
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"alright, so who's gonna be on who's team?" wilbur asks.
"ME AND TUBBO, YOU AND AUBREY," tommy interjects quickly. i blink in surprise a few times at his eagerness.
"jesus christ, okay! calm down! no more shouting, remember?" wilbur reminds him. tommy grorans.
"right. i forgot. let's hope my mother doesn't... shit. YEAH?" tommy turns away from his mic again. "i'm sorry mum! no it won't happen again! i promise!" tommy inhales sharply. "boys, uhh, i'm getting told off, i'll be back in a few minutes." i can hear tommy tear off his headset and throw it on the desk, accompanied by him running out of the room and shutting his door.
"i'm gonna go get a water, i'll be back soon," tubbo says quickly, going on mute.
that leaves just wilbur and me in the call.
alone.
oh god.
there's a few seconds of silence before wilbur clears his throat.
"so, your name is aubrey?" wilbur asks.
"mhm, yeah! and you're wilbur?" i reply.
"that's me. how long have you been streaming?"
"not that long. i think i'm coming up on a year soon. how about you?" wilbur laughs slightly.
"couple of years now. i uploaded my first youtube video in 2019."
"that's awesome," i pause for a minute. "you must really love streaming, then."
"i do. i can't leave the fans, either." now it's wilbur's turn to pause. "i also make music."
i gasp quietly. music? how much can a man do before he burns himself out?
and how much can one person be good at?
"wow. you're just full of talents, aren't you, wilbur soot?" i say with a smile. wilbur lets out a small, breathy laugh.
"don't flatter me now," he replies. i roll my eyes and smile.
"okay but seriously, tell me about your music. i didn't know about this."
"well, i have a band called lovejoy. and i have my own music, too. i have an album called your city gave me asthma, and a few singles and ep's i released on my own."
"send me links to them, i want to listen later."
"oh god..." wilbur laughs in disbelief.
"i'm serious!"
"fine. i'll send them after we're done practicing."
"deal."
a few moments of silence washes over us, until wilbur tries to speak again.
"so, aubrey, out of curiosity, how-"
"WHEW! SORRY ABOUT THAT, BOYS!" tommy shouts, interrupting wilbur. i jump at his sudden booming voice blasting through my headset.
"hey i'm back!" tubbo says immediately after. i can hear him take a few sips of water. "sorry to keep you two waiting!"
"it's no problem," wilbur says, almost sounding a little exasperated. "let's go practice, shall we?"
we all head to the dodgebolt area and split off into our separate teams. neither of our teams are necessarily spectacular, but it would be enough to win if we got into the top two.
"same here," i say. "it's one in the morning, who let us stay up this late?" i yawn and stretch my arms.
"alright, good night you two! i'll log off in a second, just need to talk to wilbur first," tommy says.
"sounds good, night," i say. i hang up and turn my pc off. i get ready for bed and crawl under my sheets, anxiously awaiting our big day tomorrow.
(aubrey and wilbur's first one on one interaction omg... one down and MANY more to go!! i hope you guys are enjoying this story so far! it's probably pretty slow rn, but i don't want to rush into the plot TOO quickly. we gotta make this at least a LITTLE realistic HAHAHA, and of course thank you guys for reading!! please vote, comment, share, and add this to your reading lists! it would mean a lot to me hehehe <3 ily and i hope you have a great day!!)
