Insanity (Wilbur Soot Fanfiction)

2: Who in the hell is that?

It's been a month and I'm already bored as hell. There are only so many times I can play solitaire, and I'm currently on a 71 game losing streak.

This is an absolute piss take.

"Oh Schlatttt"

"Yes Wilbur?"

His voice is high pitched and full of terror. Music to my ears.

"I'm feeling quite bored, fancy a game of competitive solitare?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Or we could do something else"

I say this with a massive grin on my face. Schlatt looks genuinely terrified.

"I'll play. I'll play."

He sits down with his own deck of cards and we start, after about a minute I realize how utterly boring this is, so I make it far more amusing.

"Damn, I think this deck is impossible."

Schlatt just keeps going, perfect, as his hand is going to move the pile of cards, I grab my knife and stab him, pinning his hand to the ground and he screams in pain.

"Naughty Schlatt, I said this deck is impossible, what does that mean?"

"But my deck is completable!"

"No no Schlatt, perhaps I wasn't clear enough"

I quickly pin the rest of his body down with my own and grab his other hand.

The pure fear in his face is so enjoyable.

I give him one long sweet smile.

I start to peel the skin off his little finger, he doesn't need that for much anyway....
(A/N Pog you if you get that reference!)

"Now Schlatt, what have we learned?"

"I DON'T KNOW, JUST LET THIS PAIN END YOU MONSTER"

"Schlatt, we have learned that if I say a game is impossible, we start over."

"Yes, just please, end this!"

"Ok, but only because you asked so nicely..."

I pull the knife out of his and and let him go. This is so much fun.

"Oh Schlatt, for a man who lived his life like it was a game of chess, I thought that you would enjoy my little games."

He just curled up in a ball and whimpered.

I start laughing maniacally and walk away. I then here a voice I haven't heard in quite sometime.

Tubbo.

I had been up here about a month now, so it was somehow a relief to hear a different voice.

I quickly run over to the hole in the floor to see L'Manburg, well, the beautiful crater that it had become. I see Tubbo ordering people around over the reconstruction.

Oh Tubbo, the world might make a dictator of you yet.

That's when I saw him.

What the fuck.

It me, but obviously it's not.

I mean, not only is he far less attractive, but he's pale and translucent and, well there is no other word for it, nice.

He seems so clueless and innocent.

Everyone has just assumed that he is me, but he's not.

I want him to burn. I want him to die, if that's even possible. He is everything I am not.

I can't think of him anymore.

I turn my attention to Tommy, he's gone somewhere I don't recognize with someone I don't recognize.

I think I heard Tommy call him Ranboo? I'm not sure.

I listen in and watch closely.

Oh Tommy, going to grief George's house are we? Shame you aren't just going to blow it up...

It's all going well, but then since fire spreads out of control.

Oh Tommy, we'll make an arsonist of you yet.