Insanity (Wilbur Soot Fanfiction)

3: Is there a base line for morality?

Suddenly, the hole closed up. Oh well, back to Schlatt...

I stride over to him with a mild spring in my step. I guess seeing Tommy following in my footsteps of destruction has given me a sense of pride.

He is like me, no good whatsoever for that server. He truely is my brother.

"Schlatt my dear friend, come here."

"What kind of bullshit are you going to do now Wilbur?"

"We are going to play a fun game called hide and burn!"

Thank you Tommy for the incredible idea! I needed a new way to torture Schlatt and the little gremlin child has given me the perfect way.

"It's simple, in the house that has conveniently appeared behind you, you are going to hide while I burn it down and try and find you. I win if I either find you or you give up due to the burning being too much, and you win if you survive more than 5 minutes!"

As I giggle my way through that explanation, Schlatt doesn't look scared, just disappointed.

"And what if I refuse?"

"Then we play Tic Tac Toe with your fingernails that I will be peeling off."

"Wilbur, I honestly thought that there was a baseline for morality in a human, you have honestly surprised me..."

"The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma"

"You just stole that from SpongeBob..."

"Touché, however, it's true, nobody can understand my mind, not even me."

"Tommy could"

That was is, he's gone too far. I go absolutely insane, I grab my knife and start repeatedly stabbing his torso with tears running down my face.

"That child means nothing to me. Nobody does."

He just looks at me, dear god, why isn't he screaming, yelling, reacting in any way?

That is it. I just get up and leave, I can't take this stupid manipulative goat man anymore.

He is right though, Tommy is the one person who means anything to me. I can manipulate him like a piece of wet clay, and yet he does the same to me unintentionally.

Maybe torturing Schlatt isn't the way forward, maybe I should just hear him out?

No no no no no no no.

That man is the reason my life went down the drain. That man is the reason I had to live underground. That man is the reason I blew up my country.

And yet, under all of that, he still cared for me.

No. This is an act. Nobody is ever nice to me in this world. Nobody ever has been or will be. Schlatt must have an ulterior motive.

Right?