#---𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙐𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚...

OPENING FILE: YOU_AREN'T_THE_SAME

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(TW: Derealization, and probably more-this chapter is a doozy....)

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ENTERING FILE, NO PASSWORD REQUIRED

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[NAME] yelled, screamed, scratched everything they could think of. 

Still no one payed mind to them, no one even looked their way. It was like...Wilbur controlled everything. Like everything was written out in time for the two to act out. Like useless puppets, tossed away after use and never getting to see the light of day again. 

[NAME] stopped doing anything, the energy in their body drained and Wilbur dead set on a certain house of this neighborhood known for trouble.

It was dark, the day had passed by quickly. Way too quickly for [NAME'S] liking. The sounds of crickets and crows made them uneasy, though Wilbur still didn't stir. What had happened to the man?...Something happened, it was only moments, or no, hours ago that Wilbur was just joking around and burning down houses without remorse. 

[NAME] knew what happened to him.

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Dream happened.

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Just the his name made [NAME] want to punch something. Didn't Wilbur say something about Dream during their little stroll away from the house of his former colleague? If the the big splotch of metal on Wilbur's face didn't say anything then his aggression with Dream did. Wilbur stopped, [NAME'S] feet stumbling a bit. He stopped by a certain blonde's house, the inky blackness of inside signaled something was wrong. Wilbur stared at the house un-moving, eyes locked on one of the windows of the second story. His room.

Phil...Phil...where was Phil? Wilbur didn't know, so had [NAME]. The man had dissapeared not too long after the brunette did...no? The h/cette didn't think Wilbur was ever sane after knowing that...

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[NAME] sat in a corner of a dark, dark, dark room. Nothing in it but them and their thoughts. 

just them

nothing else

Where was Wilbur?

The thought plagued their mind. 

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Wilbur?

Wilbur stood out of the room that held [NAME]. He held back a laugh, his breathing roughing out and his body convulsing. His body falling to the floor his face contorting in silent laughter. This world was too good for them....

no

They were too good for this world.

He didn't deserve them. He was disgusting, a lesser being. To them, a worthless ant, not even worthy of being squashed on by their foot. He needed to worship them, help them ascend to another dimension. Not this worthless planet, where there was corrupt people everywhere you turn. No, but another planet. Where he could spend countless hours helping them, being with them.....

He needed to do the unthinkable.

HAH, THAT WAS IT.

 They were testing his faith....He never got tricked easily, he saw through what they did. He knew what he had to do. 

Wilbur started to breath heavily, his hands grabbing at the trench-coat he had on. He carefully stood up and stumbling to the kitchen of this random house he broke into. He rummaged through a junk drawer, not flinching when something pricked his finger. He finally found what he was looking for. Slowly stalking towards the room that held what was HIS. 

Before his opened the door, he whispered a small saying he had heard.

"Our love is God..."

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