Forbidden

Chapter 22

"I'd bet he is." i said chuckling, "Once i left i bet he just went insane and felt bad sayin' "Oh no! I shouldn't have kicked her out. wah waahh crybaby Wilbur."" i said smiling.

Tommy shook his head, "No not insane. Like he just wants to give up, no more confidence, less happy, less motivated. I think he's fallen into a depression." Tommy said turning leaning his arms on the back of the couch and laying his head onto his arms.

I started getting a headache, i think i made a mistake leaving. I turned to look at Wilbur like Tommy had been doing, he was slouching, less cocky while spewing out words, and absolutely wild hair. What have i done to this pride driven man? Why'd i have to be so stubborn, well no. Why'd Wilbur have to be so stubborn? I mean if he actually tried to stop me going with Quackity maybe i would've listened but now we're too far down the rabbit hole.

It wasn't entirely my fault, i turned and sat right on the couch, except slouching. But why am i still beating myself up about it?

I got up and headed for the door bumping Dream on the way by accident. I opened the door and ran, to nowhere but i needed to get out. Get away.

I ran and ran until i saw a man, he was a complete eyesore and i bumped into his shoulder. Almost stumbling over i stopped and turned around, "I'm sorry eyesore guy." i apologized very sincerely for sure. "It-it's fine." he stuttered still overwhelmed and looked at me, "Oh hi Y/n." he said somehow knowing my name. "Hello." "Wait how the fuck do you know my name?" i said backing up a step, "From Schlatts fun-" "I mean uh, i mean you're famous haha." he said and then ran. What a weird guy, even his hoodies weird it's all too colorful and it's got a swirl.

Does he have no sense of style?