Wilbur soot angst (sbi)

Report Card

No one pov

Wilbur walked downstairs, papers in his hand and a nervous look glued to his face. Report cards have been distributed and Wilbur wasn't proud, to say the least. He got an A on history, Music, and geography but unfortunately, the rest of the paper was filled with C's and D's.

Unlike his big brother Techno, Wilbur wasn't much of a child prodigy, he was only ever-brilliant at one thing, and that was music.

Phil was in the living room with his sons, reviewing their report cards. Tommy wasn't much of a brainy kid, but he sure is great at social situations, presentations, and making friends. To Philza that was enough, he is just a kid after all. We can't expect much other than some effort.

Techno on the other hand has straight A's, it was definitely well deserved and Phil was proud.

Wilbur's pov

Phil looked at me and my heart sank. I handed him my paper and saw the smile on his face slowly turning to disappointment. Everyone looked at me then back at the paper.

It was dead silent for a few seconds before Phil stood up and dragged me to the kitchen.

" I'm disappointed in you, Wilbur. I expected better, I know you can do better." His monotone voice scaring me. I opened my mouth, trying to come up with something to say. My mind was blank, how do I begin to explain?

" look at me when I talk to you!" He shouted. " You can't keep slacking off! I pay for your school, and I expect you to be grateful for it."

The sudden anger shocked me, it was my fault I know it was. I tried to cover the shock in my face and the tears forming in my eyes. I felt nothing but guilt, but I was too stubborn to show it.

" What is wrong Wilbur! Why can't you just be normal! Why can't you be more like your brother."

My breath sharpened and my body tensed. ' Because I'm not techno!' i thought to myself ' I'm... I'm Wilbur, I'm my own person.'

" Well!? Answer me!" Philza shouted, " What's going on?!"

I stayed silent but finally responded, " I..um." I stuttered trying to be careful with what I will say next. " It's.. a lot, I um...it's just, uhh" I chuckled out of nervousness, glancing back to see Phil's face. He looked unimpressed. A tear fell off my face but I quickly wiped it with my sleeves.

" Why are you crying, don't cry. You're being sensitive"

Sensitive..yeah, I guess I'm just too sensitive...

" go grab your guitar and hand it over"

At this point why even bother talking anymore, why bother defending myself. I walked to my room, grabbing my favorite thing in the world and handing it over to Phil. 'He's just in a bad mood, He'll give it back soon enough'

" Phil... I'm, sorry.." I mustered out. He looked at me then walked away, leaving me in the kitchen, all alone.

No one pov

Wilbur decided to go on a walk, it was getting pretty late out but it didn't seem to bother him one bit. He let the cold breeze touch his face and his waking fastens. Before long he reached the "park". It wasn't much of a park since it was always so empty there, He lived in a secluded neighborhood which led to the nickname " Ghostly-hood". That and the fact that there was a grave not far from it.

The brunette sat on the bench and closed his eyes, letting the moment consume him. " It feels like we're in a music video, very overly dramatic, I love it". Wilbur opened his eyes staring directly at Dreams piercing green eyes.

" What the-" before Wilbur could finish his sentence the boy interrupted him " I'm Dream, I'm in your grade". Dream sat down next to will, slightly leaning onto him.

" I know.." he muttered. Dream smirked, it looked as if he was an angel sent from above.

" Well that's creepy, you a stalker?" he wheezed making will chuckle. His laugh is contagious, he couldn't help but smile.

They spent the next 15 minutes talking shit about the teachers and exchanging stories. Will learned a lot about Dream that he wouldn't normally assume just by looking at him. Dream is one of the popular boys, always having people around him. Though he never seemed to bother getting to know any of his "simps" personally, except of course his best friends Sapnap and George.

Will's phone buzzed and he received a notification from Techno. He opened it and read the text

' Wilbur, don't come home too late. Phil left the door open for you, but made sure to be back before 7'.

" oh, I should be heading back," Will told Dream. He nodded and they both went back home. Will was on his way back when he tripped and fell, hitting his elbow to the ground. He groaned in pain but quickly stood up, ignoring the pain. ' I'm not sensitive' will think to himself. He felt blood starting to drip from the wound and he opened the door.

" Wilby!" Tommy shouted, " want to play with me?" He smiled innocently. " Umm.. not now tom, I need to take a shower first". Tommy frowned but quickly went back to his cheery self. Will went to the bathroom, examining the cut on his elbow. Oddly it wasn't just a scrape, it was a deep cut. He must have cut himself with a sharp object on the ground.

Either way, it wasn't good.

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Hey, I don't know the grading system in both the UK and/or America so, I'm probably doing it wrong but I'm basing it on what I see in movies, hehe  

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