Insanity (Wilbur Soot Fanfiction)

7. Schlatt, would you like to repeat that a bit louder?

Who knew watching my little brother getting manipulated by an ugly homeless Teletubby is good for my mental health.

Not in the old way, where I enjoy his pain, but in a new way, where I try and talk to him and give him advice. He obviously can't here me, but still.

Because it is a month in-between everytime I see him, I have plenty of time to write down ideas to help him. It's really therapeutic.

My one way therapy sessions were going well, but then a spanner got thrown into the works, and their name was Mexican Dream.

Mexican Dream is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Trying to understand that man is about as easy trying to teach a snake to do a handstand.

I haven't managed to work out much about him, except that he brings Tommy pure joy, which is fine by me. Granted, Tommy thinks that is what Dream does, but we move.

I haven't actually spoken to Schlatt about anything going on in the mortal plane recently, it can't hurt.

Right?

"Hey Schlatt!"

"Sup Wilby?"

(He discovered how much I simultaneously love and hate that nickname, but it brings him joy, so I let it slide)

"Have you been watching the mortal plane recently?"

"Oh yeah, that Mexican Dream is quite the character."

"Not who I was on about but ok."

"It's it interesting, a green blob shows up up here the day before the Teletubby arrives on the mortal plane."

"Huh, I didn't think of that actually."

"Anyway, you clearly want to talk about Tommy, given how boring your other brother and father are being..."

I playfully also slap him.

"Hey, people can change. Just look at me and you!"

"Yeah!"

"And anyway, them just hanging out is really wholesome."

"It's actually quite sad though, how they are having a good time, and Tommy is stuck alone, being manipulated."

"I guess. You know, I'm partially disappointed in him, like on one hand, yes, he does think that Dream is his only friend, because he's one of the only people who bothers visiting, but on the other hand, he gets excited when Dream doesn't destroy his things. I've never seen someone be manipulated so easily."

"Just look in the mirror" Schlatt said under his breath.

"What?"

"What?"

"I just heard that..."

"Heard what?"

"Don't fucking gaslight me Schlatt. Why don't you repeat what you just said nice and loud for everyone in the back to hear?"

"Huh?"

Tear start running down my face.

"So that's it? All this time, I thought we were friends, I thought we were helping eachother improve. I THOUGHT YOU CARED ABOUT ME."

"Oh dear sweet Wilbur. I don't, no one ever has or will. But I am the closest thing you will ever have to a friend"

No. No. No. No. This isn't it.

I run away trying to stifle my sobs.

There has got to be a way to get back at him. If only I knew more about him. I want him to burn.

Congratulations Schlatt. You have just opened a bottle of coke that has been shaken violently.

I hope you are ready for the shit storm coming your way.

To quote an extremely intelligent man , "the only thing that works in this world, is that you treat other as they treat you. Those who have treated me with kindness, I will repay that kindness tenfold. And those that treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends. I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over."

There I am. There is the real Wilbur. There is the arsonist anarchist that I truly am.

You've fucked with me for the last time Schlatt.