Deranged

Thoughts

A knock at the door made Wilbur jump alittle-No one visits me?-Who could that be? Suddenly the person started banging on the door it was almost like the bangs from the explosions from the tnt setting off-BANG-BANG-He felt scared looking through the peep hole..there was no one? It must have been his brain playing tricks on him..but it still was in the back of his head..Why was this happening to him? Ever since he got revived-that thing wouldn't leave him alone. A sound of nails on a chalkboard behind him, a terrible sound, unlike others, Wilbur didn't understand..he crawled up into a ball in the corner of the room. It wouldn't stop-Wilbur shocked from another experience from this thing..Wilbur it's okay im here! A voice snapped him back to reality, Again the guy with the long pink plat, wearing fairly good quality clothes, almost royalty it seemed. The guys sword was holstered in his belt, his red eyes glowed with a mystery glance. Wilbur looking around with wide eyes, he didn't hear or see anything out of place.

The guy grabbed his hand pulling him up and handing him a coat, pointing to the door, he must be asking to go for a walk?- Wilbur pulled the thick fur coat putting his right arm then the left, then zipping it up-it must be cold outside?-upon opening the door, a freezing snowy wind hit his face, small snow particles glistened in the moonlight, they walked for how long they could.

A sound of bushes rustling behind them, making the guy to pull out his sharp glowing sword from his belt, something or someone jumped out of the bushes, the thing looked like it was decaying, it looked gross. Techno suddenly flung forward slicing at the creature-a pause-then it was dismembered, a confused look shot towards the guy-He looked..like he wasn't himself-his limbs unstiffened- making him blink and then suddenly they were on their way again. Techno Wiped his blade, making it shinny and basically brand new.

Wilbur got comfortable in the bed he was given which was placed by the warm cozy fire place, he wasn't use to the cold, the only time that he remembered that he was in the snow, was when he lived with his father..-What was his name?- Wil stumbled over his thoughts. He didn't understand or even question how he got here, the only information that he has is about what he was like back then..before he died the first time..

Tommy?- He smirked..Wilbur manipulated Tommy so much that, Tommy forgave Wilbur but Wil knew that Tommy thought that he only had Wilbur and no one else left, making Tommy feel like he had to listen and forgive Wil any chance he got, Tommy was a mess making him rely on Wilbur's attention so much that it got additive. Tommy was always asking question but yet never received them. He once such a happy young boy, but every since the accident...he was never the same..it's like something made him go off the rails, like his brain was rearranged..His thoughts were almost insane, the things that he did were unexpected. Tommy always had a friend-the name didn't come to Wil straight away-but recently that friend moved on? But why? Was Tommy being casted away? No one seemed to like him, Jack especially. He tried killing him three times but failed, one of times he tried to blow him up, but..how did he get those explosives-well from what Wilbur knew-Tommy's 'friend' sold Jack them, unknowing on what he was going to do with them. Wilbur slept on his side facing towards the grand clock, the time reading 4:05am, he couldn't believe that he was thinking for so long, he closed his eyes...wanting sleep.