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[CHAPTER FOUR]

mom, what's kissing.?
it's something you do with someone you love the most, and it must be special.
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Wilbur soot waited a bit until his knees stopped trembling, everything went past so fast and everything was confusing from top to bottom, left to right. It was weird, oddly weird. Something even weirder? he liked the aggressiveness. He felt dissatisfaction and disappointment in himself, he wanted more, but i guess that moan just made him get out of what he believed was his own hallucinations.

The British stood up and dusted himself off, he wanted to head home. Though he had to do the layout of the decoy building. He's gonna have to take half of the people in the original building and just say it was too expensive in the older one, but in reality, it was a way to gain two times the cash.

He'd be surprised if the dictator hadn't noticed it though, speaking of which, was he going to found out? He had an odd feeling that the man already knew after telling fundy. Maybe he got spied? no no no, thats absurdly off-putting and illogical.

All this thinking made his head hurt and he decided to get home and just continue his plan, if anything ever went wrong, he'd be sure to call his best friend, Technoblade.

He lifted his hand and gently placed his fingers on his own, soft plump lips. He was interested in that odd man, He piqued his interest. Like, A LOT.. Maybe he could find him again somewhere? that'd be nice, really nice. Wilbur then shoved his hands into his pockets. On the left one, he felt a small note. what did it say? wilbur pondered to himself. Guess he'd just have to find out.

Once he'd arrive home, he took out the small note and neatly unfolded it. And, as wilbur quoted, it told in fancy letters:

Dear wilbur soot.
You have quite the marvellous body.
Your hips are wide like the sea,
Your legs are slim as a pole.
Your lips are soft as a rose,
i hope we meet again.
same place, maybe?

~Someone you might have known.

Wilbur's face reddened. Was this from the same man? And what did it mean by, 'someone you might have known.' ? He was so confused by everything. How did could someone even flatter wilbur about his body? And most importantly, how'd he known his name? Was it really someone he knew? He felt a million eyes on himself. His hearted quickened, his breath fast and steady. The British man's eyes moved left and right same motion like lightning.. He was having another insane burst. He had to find the picture, but where was it!? He started sobbing lightly, his lips quivering as his body shook.

Wilbur went to the bathroom running, and looked at himself in the mirror. Tear drops falling repeatedly uncoordinated. He grasped the bucket that held the many, many liters of water that he always used.

Since he hadn't found the picture, he had thought of a coping mechanism on the spot. He kept on splashing water on his face, barely had any time to breath of which in a way, somehow calmed him down. it was weird, but it worked ofcourse.

Plus, we both know wilbur can't swim.