Monophobia || cc!Wilbur x fem!oc

chapter 1.

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Aurora's POV
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Here I am, getting off of a plane with my carry-on bag and suitcase, on the phone with Phil in the London City Airport.

"I'm waiting over at the baggage claim. I know you're getting everything shipped here separately, but I don't stick out in a crowd." I heard Phil say in my ear, speaking a bit loud so I could hear him over the masses of people.

"Actually, I also brought my trusty guitar. It should be nearby in the special shipping area or whatever it's called." I said, looking for signs to direct me.

It's only been about a week since Phil recommended moving here, but I've never been one to hesitate. Phil and I made an agreement that I would stay at his house until I found a roommate that would let me freeload for a bit while building up debt. That way when I finally get a job, I'd be able to pay it off.

I approached the baggage claim, suddenly realizing something.

"Phil, I don't know what you look like."

"Oh shit, I actually didn't consider that. Uhh, I'm white, blonde, blue eyes, around 5'8."

"...How is that gonna help me at all? Half of the white people in the world look like you." I said, rolling my eyes with a playful grin.

"I see you smiling."

"Ok that's just fucking creepy, are you that guy?" I responded, pointing to someone who fit his description who was looking my way, a phone pressed to his ear.

I saw the guy nod and start talking, and seconds later I heard him over the phone. "Yep, that's me."

I quickly switched from pointing at him to flipping him off, earning a loud laugh from him that I could hear as I approached. I hung up the phone, gesturing him to follow me to another counter nearby to pick up my guitar.

About 10 minutes (and far too much paperwork) later, and we were off to Phil's car with my guitar in it's fabric case. I'm so glad fabric cases exist otherwise my strings would've gotten too tight and snapped because holy shit, the plane cabinet was freezing. I had to sit there for 10 hours too, but it was worth it.

The car ride was awkward, far too awkward for my liking.

"So, Phillip," I started, putting pressure on the last p. "I get to meet your wife. You have no idea how excited I am for this."

He briefly looked back at me, a grin on his face. "She might be more excited honestly. So, whatcha been up to since we last saw each other?" He asked.

I thought for a moment, "Well, I was 12 then, and now I'm 22." I started, teasing him before getting serious again. "I'm sure you already know about...three years ago...but other than that I've just been getting into my hobbies. I post covers on YouTube, not that I get views," I added with a small chuckle. He nodded in understanding, though I doubt he would.

"And now I'm here? I don't know, this feels like a fever dream." I finished, a smile painted on my face. Of course, like paint, it was to cover up how I was really feeling. I just wasn't ready to face it yet.

"I get that. If it helps at all, I could recommend you to...a few people." He said, briefly looking at me again before paying attention to traffic. "I do YouTube and Twitch for a living, and my views grew drastically when the pandemic started. Oh, and also when I lost my hardcore world to a goddamn child." So much genuine hatred filled his voice, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Wait wait wait wait—explain sir?" I asked, catching my breath.

"Long story short, I play Minecraft in front of hundreds of thousands of people and I have this series where I play on the hardest mode. Basically, if I die the world deletes. I died to a baby zombie one time because the hitboxes are absolutely scuffed and they're fast as shit. I went on the news for it." He said, laughing.

I shook my head, smiling. "Turns out my godfather is famous, and so many people knew about you except me although you're literally my godfather. How does this make any sense?"

He gave a small chuckle, before pulling into a driveway. The house was cute, smaller than the house I lived in before, but I prefer smaller houses. When Phil honked his horn, someone emerged from his house who I assumed was Kristen.

Phil got out of the car, and I hesitantly followed, bee-lining to the trunk to grab my luggage. Once I had my purse, suitcase, and guitar in hand, I realized just how difficult it would be to take them to the house in one trip.

Luckily, before I could call out for help, Kristen was next to me. "I'll take the suitcase and show you to your room. Nice to meet you, I'm Kristen." She was obviously holding back her own excitement, so I let mine out first.

"Oh my god it's a pleasure to meet you. I've been so excited about this whole thing. Name's Aurora." I said, putting my suitcase and guitar down to shake her hand. Instead, I got pulled into a hug and thanked myself for putting the guitar down, or else the hug would've been really awkward. How do you hug someone with a guitar on their back?

When she finally let go, she grabbed my suitcase by the handle and started rolling it to the house while I grabbed my guitar and shut the trunk, following close behind.

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Word count: 969 (heehee im mature)
Written: August 8, 2021