An Unfinished Symphony (Yandere Wilbur X Reader)

Watching them

3rd person POV:
Tommy had been alone in exile for 2 weeks, still obviously upset, but he was overcome with loneliness. He went through the same routine, any progress he tried to make in the unfamiliar land was destroyed by Dream who blew up his belongings.

Tommy felt himself start to lose his grasp of sanity, but it had only been a couple weeks. Surely this would be over soon, and he would be reunited with his friends. He was angry at Tubbo but nevertheless he still loved him. Nothing would change the way those two are tied together. Tommy missed Y/n the most right now, the memory of how desperate they were to save him. How they gave him a last hug before he was sent away.

It was especially hard for Tubbo. If Tommy wasn't so reckless they would still be together. He had to do what was best for his country as president, even if it meant ridding of the vice. Tubbo was torn before he was even gone, and after he was it just became so much worse. It was hard for everyone in L'Manburg.

Y/n had been planning on visiting, they asked Dream despite how much they loathed him. He seemed surprised at the fact she was so opted to visit him so quickly. Quick to mutter an excuse, Dream told them he didn't want to see her. Y/n found that strange, as they knew Tommy wasn't mad at them. Still, they wanted to give him some space for the time being.

Wilbur had been lurking around watching. Unbeknownst to Y/n, he had been spending a lot more time at their house than just those nights he knocked at the window. As insane as it was, he loved to know she was safe, and she would be if he was around. That's what he believed in his head anyway.

Y/n was getting a little better each day, they had become more social. Still they missed Tommy of course, but they felt themself rely on others more. Wilbur didn't like that. Every day they would hang out with another guy, even if it was Tubbo, the boy they saw as a brother, Wil would come and visit her room. Now, no one knew that these visits were happening except for the two involved in them.

That could be a problem. Y/n couldn't see how truly obsessed Wil was. And they wouldn't until it was too late.

Wil would fixate on the people they talked to. Study them, their ways of combat, the ways they talked or looked at Y/n. Unfortunately, Quackity was always the one who threatened him the most. It had been weeks without incident, or any sort of warning so Quackity let his guard down. He started to talk to Y/n again, hang out with them.

Wilbur hated the thought of someone taking Y/n away. His Y/n. He hated the thought of them loving someone other than him. He wanted them all to himself. Even if it meant hurting her in the process.

They saved him, and as many times as Wil reminded himself of that fact, the desire for them to be his only grew. So as he watched them each night, his obsession grew as did her obliviousness to his infatuation with them.

Although Wilbur was very careful with how he did things, there was one person who could vouch that Wil had not been home the night Quackity was attacked. It was so funny too, the one person who one would be so sure would have his back.

Philza wasn't very fond of his son. He hated how Wilbur blew up a nation for seemingly no reason at all. Wil snuck away to complete his "unfinished symphony". Phil didn't understand it. Wilbur grew up in a stable home with parents who loved him and yet he was still the shittiest person on the server despite the rest of them having their own trauma.

Phil was his father. That fatherly love would always be there yes, and maybe that's why Philza started keeping track of when Wil would leave on certain nights at ungodly hours. Wilbur always went the same direction, and he could out together his destination. Although Y/n thought they and Wil were the only ones who knew about their meetups, Philza knew about them too. He even knew about the ones Y/n didn't.

Some might say, Phil should've done something sooner, he should've done more to prevent the impending doom that was bound to happen. The one that no one knew of yet, not even Wilbur. And yet it took so very little for him to snap.