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A/n- This music is not timed in any way to the chapter. I just thought I'd share it with yous to listen to it if you've never heard it before, and I want to mention the fact that I DO NOT OWN THIS MUSIC!! Thanks! Enjoy <3.

Your POV

"OH MY GOD CORPSE YOU'RE VERY ATTRACTIVE" Tommy yelled.

'Who the fuck even is this kid? Is that his normal voice or something'

George immediately looked around the corner and left to pay Patches his affection. Wilbur came back towards me with a bright smile as he fixed his beanie.

"I'm sorry about him ahah" he scratched at his neck and stood beside me.

"Also, sorry bout all the noise before"

"N-no it's fine!" I smiled, shaking my head. "Children do have short toleration spans after all" I laughed. Wilbur laughed along with me.

"So. Did you want a hand with your door?" I offered, finally looking back up at the very tall guy.

"Ah yeah that'd be great, thanks. I'd also like to get away from that thing for a while" he scrunched up his nose, gesturing towards Tommy. I chuckled.

"Fair enough"

×××

"Um.. could I please have the key?" We'd been standing by his door for a few seconds already, and for a moment I thought that he must've been daft.

'How in the world am I supposed to even try to help him without the bloody key'

"A-ahah yeah" he stuttered, looking away as he passed me a singular, cold, silver key.

"Thanks" I mumbled as I poked the small piece of metal into the key hole.

"Why can't you just use the code?" I wondered obnoxiously.

"I haven't set it up yet" He replied.

"Oh, of course" I turned the key and opened the door with ease.

"Wha- how!!!???" He exclaimed.

"Skills" I smirked.

"I hate Americans"

"Woahhh there buddy. First of all, racist. Second, how can you even be sure I'm American, huh?" I asked.

"You have a point" he welcomed me into the complex where a lot of furniture had already been set up.

There was a lot of tech equipment and instruments, most of which I noticed were stringed.

Bass, acoustic, electric. He has four amps!!

"Damn" I muttered.

"I know, I know it's a mess. I haven't had the chance to move in and properly clean up yet" He chuckled awkwardly.

"No, no I mean your music stuff" I pointed behind him to the guitars in their stands against the wall.

"Oh. Yeah" he grinned, "I'm real into my music".

"Yeah. I can tell. Do you mind?" I pointed to his guitars. He nodded to which I replied with a smile.

I plugged in one of the smaller amps and plugged it into a wall outlet, and grabbed a TS cable and plugged it into the ¼ jack in the amp.

I plugged the other end into the bottom of the blue telecaster electric guitar. I tested the strings and freshened up the tuning after throwing the strap over my shoulder and around my neck.

Wilbur brought over a stool and patted it for me to sit down. I smiled up at him as I sat down. He smiled back as he sat on the sofa beside the stool.

I strummed the first chord gently, a A. I was anxious to strum a chord wrong in front of the pretty-faced musician.

I strummed a B, and then the D, and started the song.

"If you wanna take me" it was quiet at first, but eventually I grew warmer to the music and started playing and singing more confidently.

"Experience is nothing compared to, the sleep paralysis in my bed" I could feel his stare.

"If you wanna love me, try to get inside my brain. Experience is nothing compared to the nights I'm always up so late" I strummed the A, B, and D in a cycle.

The B sounded a little off, but I haven't played in ages, so there's no surprises if I'm a little rusty.

"Cause" I broke into the main strumming pattern, "If you want you can stay with me in my bed, if you want to, only if you want to" I smiled as I sang, and I could see Wilbur's smirk too.

"If you want, you can go ahead and fix my head, if you want to, only if you want to"

I sang the bridges as I tried to keep my eyes from looking back into the brown ones.

He only chuckled in response. I simply glared at him as my smile stayed fixed.

"Cause every time I try to remember, lack of sleep takes half my brain" I yawned, missing half of a verse. Wilbur was laughing at me so I managed to fit in a 'shut up' before I missed another verse.

"Cause, if you want you can stay with me in my bed" he joined in the rest of the chorus that I'd sung just before.

"If you want, you can go ahead and fix my head. If you want to" he stopped singing at the next part since he didn't know it I guess.

"Grab some pesticides and throw it in my brain, if you want to, only if you want to. Bed bugs keep me up at night, and I'm going insane, if they try to, only if you try to" I finished.

Wilbur clapped softly.

"Would you actually let me do those things?" He smirked mischievously.

"I uh-"

We both jumped at the sound of another voice;

"Y/n, pro musician confirmed?!??!" George gasped. I blushed.

"That was absolutely poggers" Tommy commented.

"You never said you could sing. Let alone play guitar!!" Sapnap exclaimed. I was going more red by the second.

"Wow. We need to colab" Corpse muttered. I couldn't help but do anything except giggle at the quite welcomed compliments.

"Oh, by the way" Wilbur turned back towards me and I faced him as well.

"You were playing the B chord wrong" he smirked, getting up and walking around behind my to show me how to play the chord from my point of view.

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