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Title: Choices and Arguments
Word Count: 5,182
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      I sat on Wilbur's bed with my guitar strapped around my body. My fingers delicately plucked at the strings, hoping to play away some of the sorrow I felt. Was I playing any song in particular? No, but the chords all felt familiar. I felt as if I had played them all thousands of times over. Soon, they all began to sound the same. Everything began to succumb to dull colors without Tommy and Wilbur around. Tubbo hadn't been at the house all morning, and it was now an hour past lunchtime.

     I wasn't really hungry though. My appetite was barely there since Schlatt was inaugurated. I hated that man so much. He took away most of the things I cared the most for. He also stripped me of my morals when he tore the wall down. Rumor has it that he planned on building it up, but around a larger plot of land. Oh yeah... He also changed the name to Manburg. What an ugly name. It sounded like some sort of weird cheeseburger.

       I doubted the rumors. I doubted anything good ever said about Schlatt. I let a sigh escape my lips. What would Wilbur do in this situation? What is he doing now? Will Tommy's personality change because of this? Will Schlatt demoralize Tubbo? It's only been a couple of days. Are they both even alive? I tossed my guitar away from me onto the other side of the bed. Too many. Way too many questions that I cannot answer yet. Running my trembling fingers through my knotted hair, my eyes traveled to Wilbur's guitar stand. It stood vacant. His guitar was somewhere else in the world.

      He must have left it at the pit. Did he ever get it back? I will only find out the next time I go, but then again.. Someone could have stolen it. I hope not. Now that I think about it... I wonder if that guitar was the same one he had since he was a child? Did that guitar travel the world with him? I wish he was here... With Tommy... And Tubbo. It wasn't that Tubbo was gone.. he was just almost always running errands for Schlatt. With too much on my mind, I decided to write down some thoughts in my journal. I made my way over to the last place I threw my satchel, which was beside Wilbur's desk. I took my journal out of it and sat at the same desk I would always find Wilbur at.

        I still wonder what he would spend all of his time writing about. Would anything he wrote end up helping him in his situation now? I'd never know. Taking out the gifted book, I opened it and laid it flat on the desk. Sitting down at the desk myself, I dipped a black tip stained feather into the neat bottle of ink that Wilbur used about a thousand times since the house was built. The old ink still smoothly glided across the page, until the next entry was completed and my deafening thoughts eased up.