wilbur ventfic

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Wilbur was going insane.

He was sitting in the third row back seat of his aunts white family car while 2018 hits played on Spotify and the cars music speakers.

His aunts six and four year old sat in the second back row seat in booster chairs watching a old care-bears movie spin-off of the nutcracker.

There was at least seven bags packed next to him allowing him only the space of one seat, he was unbuckled wearing a blanket and a yellow beanie and huge sweater that he had begged his grandma to buy for him.

The car was moving and he was getting agitated at the feeling of restraint and difficulty to move freely, so he unbuckled slowly at least an hour ago and no one had noticed, yet.

He had left his aunts house at least five hours ago, maybe four, which his grandma had sent him off too while they unpacked luggage from moving pods to his new house in Oregon.

His oldest-younger cousin was named Oliver. She was six, and extremely clingy.

She looked up to Wilbur a lot and as much as he adores praise she could also be really annoying.

He felt like a cunt and would never say it but she seriously got on his nerves sometimes, with her rehearsal of everything her mother said and her dry humor and needy behavior.

It wasn't her fault that Wilburs shit anxiety repelled him away from her but none the less it happened a lot.

His other cousin was four, his name being Logan.

He was less infuriating then his sister to him, and actually really adorable.

He would play super heroes with him just to get a laugh out of him and go along with his antics about "The evil dark kingdom", and "the bad guys are here Wilbur! we need to kill them!".

He was younger so he got less attention then his sister, due to his mothers now second time around and her being quite tired of playing along with the kids creativity.

But right now, every noise slowly broke a bar of the mental cage Wilbur was trying to keep his shit eating agitation from breaking out of.

His phone was dead and he had no charger fit for its company, and now he only had a iPad at two percent which he had given to his aunt two times to charge, and it stayed firmly at four percent so he gave up and asked for it after two hours of waiting.

He reluctantly turned on battery save mode, turned his brightness down, closed all his tabs, and deleted a few apps that he had probably spent way too much money on.

Then he opened Discord.

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His eyes jumped to the several red pings and he opened them hoping for some kind of conversation to keep him sane.

Seventeen pings from a server that he assumed was his friend-groups, as the name and picture changed daily.

It was now titled, "AGAGGDHHGAGSHAGGSHAYHSHSHSHSHSGH" and the picture was now of a pixelated monkey.

He scrolled into general chat, the last sent messages being,

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MONKI at 5:24 PM

tw///penis

catboy alex at 5:24 PM

tw nuts

balls if you will

cock too IF YOU MUST

DICK IF YOU DEMAND

wonderbread supreme at 5:25 PM

i do

MONKI at 5:25 PM

wait u guys r actually gay?? i thought it was a joke ://////. /j

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Wilbur smiled at the dumbest shit they would say, and opened a few other pings reading the latest messages.

Most of it was the usual, chat revival pings, announcements that held no real value, a few @everyones from "AGAGGDHHGAGSHAGGSHAYHSHSHSHSHSGH".

He lowered the iPad for a minute to flinch in annoyance at more crying from his cousins, before diverting his attention to DMs.

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babooey

i might finish this

i might not

sorry if u came here here expecting a lot of schlattbur but i got demotivated trying to think of funny things to write da friend ta say