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𝔼𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕓𝕦𝕣 ~ 𝕄𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝔸𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Happy New year.

MCYT: !ARG! Wilbur

Minecraft or Irl: Irl

Type: Idk

Pronouns:  They/Them

Notes: Y/N = Your name

Premise: ARG au, you're working for the fbi, tracking down legendary hacker Wilbur Soot. As you get closer to finding him he starts sending you clues to test you, and you find yourself obsessing over working them out. Set in New York.

Trigger warnings: None

Y/N's POV

Don't ask questions you don't wanna know

I frowned as a ping came through on my laptop.

Learned my lesson way too long ago

I span round from my conversation with Phil on my leather desk chair, quickly putting in my password with quick keystrokes.

To be talkin' to you, belladonna

Email notification. Strange, I only get emails on this account were from Phil. And I've just been talking to him.

Shoulda taken a break, not an oxford comma

I clicked on the pop up window, eyes widening as I saw the sender's name.

Take what I want when I wanna

Wilbur Soot.

And I want ya

"Phil..." I breathed, catching the older man's attention.

"Uhuh?" He called absentmindedly.

"It's him."

Bad, bad news

The blonde hovered over my shoulder as I scanned through the contents of the email. It was a video.

One of us is gonna lose

I wasn't really sure what to expect as I clicked play, but it wasn't a scene showing a young brunette sitting on a barrel in the dead of night.

I'm the powder, you're the fuse

"Hello." The audio was glitchy and hard to hear, but with a combination of many listens and lip reading, we figured it out.

Just add some friction

"I see you're getting close to finding me. I'm impressed." The audio cut out to be replaced with a black screen momentarily on the last word. I hit return, pausing the video as I saw a flash of white in the corner. Phil saw it too.

You are my strange addiction

"Coordinates." I pointed to the white numbers I'd seen pop up.

"Most likely encrypted," Phil added, "Nikki! Get these down to George and Clay to decipher!" He called out. The bubbly secretary nodded, grabbing a paper and pen and taking down the numbers and hurrying downstairs.

You are my strange addiction

"What the hell is he doing, sending us coordinates?" My friend asked.

"Playing a game." I smiled, latching onto Soot's thought process immediately.

My doctors can't explain

I studyed the man in the video, dark curls framing his face, chocolate eyes circled in glasses. He wasn't unattractive. The opposite in fact.

My symptoms or my pain