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Villain arc Vampbur

Tw: Blood and gore
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Unknown Number
[Blocked]

Hey, can we talk?
Like.. normally.
Let's not fight
I still want to make
this work.
2:46 am

I hope this isn't who
I think it is
3:02 am

?
It's Jared
3:02 am

I blocked you
For a reason, asshole.
Did you actually get
A new number
for this shit??
3:03 am

Jay, just hear me out
Please? I'm sorry
3:03 am

Leave me
The fuck alone.
3:04

I heard you're
Really into camping.
Let's camp out
Together sometime?
3:05 am

I'm too tired for
This shit
Never contact me again
Bye
3:05 am

Babe C'mon,
Don't be like this
3:06 am

Hello?
3:10 am

Jay?
3:13 am

Johnathan??
3:14 am
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"SHIT!"

He threw his phone across the bedroom, the room he used to share with Jay.

He lays back down on his bed, thinking of a way to try and get him back.

"C'mon.. think think think"

He suddenly has an idea, hurriedly gets up and grabs his phone which has a new found crack on the screen. He looks at snapchat. He knows Schlatt doesn't use Snapchat much but he never deleted it when he checked. He finds out that his location is still on.

Tommorow he plans to follow his location and meet up where ever he is, in his mind he thinks..

'Im going to get him back.'

'No matter what.'
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The next day comes around and Schlatt has already set up his camp. He expected to see Wilbur sitting ot his usual spot, on the tree, per usual, but he didn't show. Getting bored, schlatt decided to visit him at his abandoned castle.

While walking he sees.. blood?
This is strange, seeing as Wilbur is never sloppy with his food, specially with the blood of his new catch. This makes him all the more eger to see Wilbur, worried for him getting injured or something else might have happened.

He gets there, the gate is wide open, chains bloody and sloppily tied to a pole, keeping it open. Why was Wilbur in a hurry? He must be injured isn't he?
Worry filling him, he sprints in the castle, following the trail of blood, slowing down as he runs out of breath and the trail of blood thickens from drops to what looks like, hand marks?
The handmarks looking warped as he realised the "bleeding person" was being dragged.

"Wil? Bud?"

He calls out, walking and walking until he finds a door ajar, light luminating from inside. He slowly opens the door.