(FUCK WILBUR) Restored | Wilbur X Reader | DISCONTINUED

I didn't know you liked kids?

After some exploring, and surprisingly a lot of note taking by my brother, Phil called Wilbur.

They chatted for a short minute before ending the call, and Wilbur returned to where the rest of the group was standing.

"We're getting fast food, the other group is waiting for us by the lobby."

The teenagers eyes lit up, probably from the fact that they were gonna get free fast food. Wilbur continued;

"Everyone is paying for themselves."

Tommy's face fell. I elbowed him in the stomach and chuckled.

"Really, idiot? You're probably the richest one here!"

We started walking back to the lobby when a group of kids walked up to us. Apparently they were fans and wanted photos. Most of the group went to go pose with the streamers, but I noticed one person didn't come closer.

It was a child, on the younger side. They were quite short, so I came closer and kneeled down.

"Hi buddy, what's your name?"

The child looked away, probably not wanting to talk. I was about to stand up again when I heard them quietly say;

"Robin.."

"Well hello Robin, are you also a fan of those guys?"

The child smiled, now more eager to talk.

"Yeah, but I'm too scared to talk to them. But I like TommyInnit, he's so cool. I like when he screams in his videos, it's funny."

I looked at the ground, planning what to do next. This kid obviously wanted to talk, but was overshadowed by their siblings. Boy, did I know that feeling. I looked up at the kid again.

"Hey Robin, I'm Tommy's sister. Do you think you want to talk to him if I'm with you?"

Robin's eyes shined with glee, and they nodded excitedly.

I stood up and offered my hand to the probably 9-10 year old child.

We walked over to where my brother and his friends were standing.

"Yo, Tommy. A second?"

My brother looked over at me curiously. Robins hand tightened around mine and I stroked their hand with my thumb to calm them down.

"Tommy, this is Robin. Their-"

I stopped and looked down at the Robin.

"Hey buddy, what do you like to be called?"

"I like they and them, they're so cool!"

"Well, they are a really big fan of you and wanted to take a picture. Robin, do you have a camera?"

Robin gave me their phone. It was an old model, but still greatly functional. My brother and the kid posed together and I seriously couldn't tell who of them was more happy.

After they were done, Robin came back over to me and pulled gently pulled at the sleeve of my sweater. I looked them in the eyes.

"Can I have a picture with you?

My heart did a cartwheel, pumping joyfully in my chest. Tommy grinned at me, but his eyes were coloured with confusion and curiosity.

"Of course! With my phone or yours?"

"You want a picture with me?"

"Well of course, you're a cool kid!"

We posed together and Tommy took a couple photos of us on both phones, meanwhile the rest of the group were already finished with their photos. I thought this would re-build Robin's uncomfortableness but they were as calm and happy as ever.

After I had greeted the other kids and surprisingly gotten asked for photos with them as well, they thanked us and left.

After they were out of sight, Tommy was immediately all over me.

"I didn't know you liked kids?" he exclaimed while lightly tickling my sides. I pushed him away, scoffing but nevertheless laughing with him.

"I don't know, the kid was scared and I wanted to make them happy? I don't like kids, but I don't wish evil things upon them!"

The group laughed, and Tommy seemed happy that I was more comfortable around them. We were almost at the lobby when Tubbo, without warning, jumped on Tommy's back.

I for sure thought they were gonna fall but instead Tommy carried him and started running for the lobby fountain.

I could hear screams of terror and joy as they both fell in it, laughing like maniacs. Wilbur looked at me and we both let out a sigh. This was nothing new to either of us, babysitting these almost-adults.

The two boys returned to our side, both happy but soaking wet.

"What the.. fuck?!"

Tommy froze in his step, slowly turning around to see none other than Mr Minecraft glaring at them, while getting a towel out of his bag. He too was used to babysitting, probably.

After my brother's and Tubbo's clothes were no longer drenched, we started walking towards the nearby McDonalds.

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