It's just a game. (Yan! Wilbur / Simpbur x Reader)

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ALL WARNINGS WILL BE ACTIVE FROM NOW ON. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT.
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Hey (Y/N),

I hope this letter reaches you well, and that you also are doing well. Have to say, this life I hav now without you, it's kind of boring. In my free time I love remembering the times we spent together, before you started hanging out with... Him. Everyone else fell for me, why couldn't you have? Why'd you choose him over me?! But no matter. The things we did when we were friends, and although you don't want to be my friend anymore (which I refuse to accept), I miss you.

Now you may be wondering on how me and the others (besides Phil :) ) are, which I couldn't give you the straightest answer on. They seem sad, a little... Out of it, you know? I can't tell you why they are upset exactly, because then you wouldn't wanna talk with me again.. And I can't have that, can I?

No matter. I still miss you, and yes I did do exactly what you think I did. I know you probably don't want me to mention it, but it was for our love! I love you, why can't you see that? Why don't you understand me?!

Please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE come back and visit me! I need you, and I know you need me just as much.

I'll leave you with this poem I found:

It's by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love
I seem to lose
With my lost saints.
I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life;
and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

***
You were sick of it. Sick of everything! Nothing good has come out of this game, so why did you still play it? No money, no friends (real ones at least), and the only thing it ever had given you before was temporary happiness. But that feeling of joy was long gone, and now replaced by a sour tone of grief. A new letter had arrived, this one had the words "Love me" on the back of the envelope. For your better judgement, you needed to open it. To hopefully uncover some clues; understand what the hell was going on. But alas, no questions had been answered, only more being gained.

***

Against the thoughts you probably should have listened to, stating how terrible of an idea this is and how idiotic this entire scenario was, you began to load the game up once more. You were obeying the letter in a way, but you weren't playing it again for him, no no.

The loading screen had turned white again, a sense of familiarity filling your senses. The same cracks appeared, and the voice spoke to you again; it wa much louder this time.

".ɿɒɘb ,ʞɔɒd ɘmoɔ ɘƨɒɘlq tƨυį ,ɿυdliW ton m'I .ɿɒɘwƨ I ,υoγ tɿυʜ ot tnɒw t'nob I .υoγ ƨƨim llɒ ɘW .ʞɔɒd ɘmoɔ ɘƨɒɘlq ,υoγ bɘɘn I"

The hand, once again reached out towards you, but you noticed it was littered with scars. Scars you recognized. Though before you could call for help, the hand latched itself onto the shoulder of your clothes. It pulled, and pulled, and pulled, until all you could see..

Was white.

***
I love you.
I need you.
You need me.
Please come back.
It was for our love.
I needed to protect you.
Why him.
What does he have?
I'm better.
I love you.
***

A odd sense of Deja Vue hit you as you slowly began to open your eyes, the burning light from the Sun glowing brighter than ever before.

"Mm.." You groaned, stretching your limbs out everywhere as to try and convince yourself to get up. Though, before you could get up on your own, someone else cared enough to join you. You saw hair leaning over you. Not only was the hair familiar, but the voice was too.

"Are you okay?"

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Welcome to the void.
Incase anyone was wondering, the text said:
"I need you, please come back. We all miss you. I don't want to hurt you, I swear. I'm not Wilbur, just please come back, dear."
My other book will not be coming out for a while, I need to finish this one before I woke on that one.
Also, I thought it's funny how my most famous book is something that includes my name.
(My name is Wilbur)