We move back to Wilbur, he was sat hiding in a corner with one leg out smoking a sad cigarette. He had a broken bottle beside him and a single tear rolling down his scarred face. He just finished a silent panic attack and wont stop relapsing. He had many intrusive thoughts and wanted to die at that moment, he knew he couldnt since he already was but he just felt immortal, he wanted to die but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't.
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blue and red is never gonna make a nice colour.
FanfictionWilbur and ghostbur limbo [based of dsmp lore but I make stuff up]