"wilbur.. wake up" said girl m&m. "wake up wilbur" said the egg. and then..
Wilbur suddenly woke up in a padded, platinum white room. He looked around, dazed, and realized that it was all a bloody dream.. right? He felt the soft cotton floors, running his fingers along the seams. Everything felt real... so was he really dreaming? Did none of that really happen?... of course. Talking m&m's aren't real. Talking eggs aren't real... He was going insane. Was it the alcohol? Alcohol. The one thing keeping him stable. He needed some. He needed the refreshing droplets of bittersweet guilt on his tongue, he needed it to feel alive. Standing up, he stared at the door that kept him locked in this prison of fluffy white fabric. He felt dizzy, so he sat back down, this time on the lengthy cot that stood in the corner of the room. It was also very soft.. He thought of his beautiful daughter... she was fake. His cheating girlfriend.. fake. Even his lover.. fake. Everything was just a delusion to keep his mind away from the awful reality of his life. He was insane. Did he even really have fans? A Twitch channel? Friends? He sunk deeper and deeper into a cloud of despair, suffocating, not being able to distinguish dreams from reality anymore. Was he even insane? No, he couldn't be. He knows he's not... so.. why? Why do they.. whoever they are, why have him locked up? They're the crazy ones, not him.. They're the crazy ones. They are. "I'm not crazy." repeats Wilbur, over and over again, trying to convince himself more than anybody else. "They're the crazy ones.. Not me. I'm not crazy.. I'm not crazy.. I'm not crazy.. I'm not crazy.."
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Found Love (Wilbur Soot x Brown m&m)
Fanfiction[disclaimer!] this was written in around 2020 (?) i think, and i would like to say that i no longer support ANYONE in the dsmp. I will be keeping this up, however, as it is a reminder to myself that at least i am not as fucking cringe as i was a yea...
