Don't Know How to Feel.

2. Wasting away time

Wilbur leaned onto the rails of the needle that stood tall in Las Nevadas, he'd completely forgotten about the reason he was even in Las Nevadas-again his thoughts distracted him from the world. A sudden flicker of lights dragged him back out, the lights in the restaurant were on.

Now he remembers, Las Nevadas was basically a ghost town when he arrived, very dull looking to what it normally was. Bright colourful lights that turned on at night, adding a hue to everything. The white clean buildings around Las Nevadas that sparkled in the day, and glowed-almost fluorescently- in the night.

Seeing the absence of people, he snooped around the country for a bit. The hotel, the main area of the casino, and almost all the other buildings before he got bored of the empty space, where normally lots of people would be present.

So, he headed off to 'L'Manhole', as some had called it.

Wilbur wasn't too fond of the name, as he told Tubbo and Ranboo the last time he was there.

Wilbur sat at the edge of a cliff, below were more grass-covered cliffs, some with randomly coloured flowers. His eyes followed the small waterfalls that streamed down into a shallow lake at the bottom of the crater. 'God  Phil,' he thought, 'Can't believe I'm saying this but you really outdid yourself this, is just fucking beautiful.'

He looked around noticing how nature put together a gorgeous painting. The sun adds shade and light to each aspect of the painting perfectly.

The variety of flowers, adds the perfect amount of colour. The trees standing in a way that seems planned out, meant for looking gracious, meant to be looked at while you sat at the edge of a cliff of a crater while being in deep thought- yeah exactly how the trees stood.

Wilbur looked at the sky, dull, white clouds stretch across the also dull blue sky. Wilbur closed his eyes for only a moment, admiring nature, admiring what beautiful sight formed from chaos, admiring the work. When he opened his eyes, he knew he should probably head back to Las Nevadas.

Surely somebody was there now?

He was there- in the L'manburg crater for about five hours, and it took him an hour to get there, and now an hour to get back.

He left Las Nevadas at around 7:30 am. Now it was around 2:30 pm. The air seemed dusty, and the sunlight was very dim.

He squinted his eyes a bit to see who was in the restaurant, determining which route he would take to get to his destination, which would give him a taste of this so-called "Tubburger".

Through the yellow-tinted glass, Wilbur could see the back of a man, all he could see was a black jacket and a black hat that lay on top of orange- wait orange hair?

Was that Fundy? Was that his son in there? Wilbur pushed his hands off the railing turning his heel, heading the way down the needle.

Once out of the shadow of the needle he walked across the street. He was now standing at the door. His son very might just be inside, on the other side of the door.

Wilbur simply stood there being swallowed by his anxious thoughts.

"I'm not even really dressed; I should be dressed for this right?" "What if he doesn't want to see me?"

"He would want to see me, right?" "He thinks I should be dead- he thinks I should be dead?"

Wilbur took off his hands that clenched to his coat from inside his pocket and ran it through his hair, his hands shaking. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed hard, then opened the door.

He stepped in only taking three steps into the restaurant before looking to his left, where sure enough sat Fundy, his son. Wilbur almost prayed that Fundy wouldn't notice him, but he was still so eager to talk to his son, to catch up, to apologize. Wilbur glanced over at Fundy who was now staring at Wilbur, a look on his face that Wilbur couldn't identify. Wilbur smiled softly and waved, a small wave before fully turning his body towards his son.

Fundy looked all over the room, his eyes finding something to look at that wasn't his father. He gulped before finally looking at Wilbur, hoping he saw how much he didn't want him here. 

"Wilbur?" Fundy spoke with a torn look on his face, standing up from the table he sat at.

"Hi Fundy," Wilbur mumbled, still not knowing what he was seeing spread across Fundy's face, "Hello son," Wilbur spoke again. This time Fundy took his hands from resting at his side to his hair, running them through.

"Why are you here?" Fundy questioned, his face now showing that he was upset, sad, and confused.

 "Well, I was revived so I'm here because I can do that now." Wilbur went silent for a bit, unsure of what to say. "Now since I'm alive ya know." There was an uncomfy dense layer of air surrounding them, both wanted to say so much, but not knowing what words should be used. Both were confused as to why the other stood where they were, in Las Nevadas.

"Yeah-yeah, I know that duh, but like why are you here, like right here, in Las Nevadas with me here as well?" Fundy said, crossing his arms.

"Fundy, I didn't even know you were here; I was hoping on talking to somebody around here. So, I'm not trying to bug you or get in your space, if you want me to leave you alone I will. Though now that I am here with you, I would like to talk to you." Wilbur put both his hands back in his pockets, lifting his head from looking at the floor to Fundy.

"And what would you want to talk about exactly?" Fundy questioned.

"Well, I-" Wilbur paused, looking back at the ground, "I want to apologize to you Fundy." Wilbur smiled. Fundy didn't say anything to that.

"So," Wilbur began fixing his posture, "What are you doing in Las Nevadas Fundy?"

Fundy sighed uncrossing his arms before speaking, "I'm here because this is my home Wilbur, I'm a part of Las Nevadas. I'm also here because I'm supposed to be having a talk with Quackity but he's running late."

"Wait, you're a part of Las Nevadas?"

"That's what I just said, Wilbur."

" And you're meeting up with Quackity?"

"Here, yes to talk. I also said that"

"So Quackity's coming here, to this restaurant?" Wilbur asked, pointing his fingers to the ground.

Fundy rolled his eyes, "Yes ok Wilbur, I already said that. Why does it even matter that he's coming here anyway?" Fundy asked.

Wilbur smirked, shrugged his shoulders, and sat down at the closest chair. "I have a meeting with Big Q too."

Fundy was now confused, and it showed; his head tilted, and his eyebrows narrowed, "Why would Quackity want to meet up with you?" Wilbur laughed, stalling to get an answer.

 "I- we have some catching up to do," He lied- the only reason he needed to talk to Quackity was for the competition between them.

"Well while we're waiting for him, I think now could be a time where I can apologize. Don't you think?" Wilbur spoke, his voice suddenly sounded nervous, sounding genuine, sounding like he was saying what he meant. Catching Fundy off guard. Fundy wasn't so sure if Wilbur was actually sorry or not for anything, and if he even knew some of the stuff, he did to him.

The honesty he heard in Wilbur's voice made him believe, "Sure Wilbur, I'm willing to listen, but depending on your words I'm not willing to forgive." Fundy's tone was serious and he again crossed his arms and then slouched back in his seat. Wilbur ran a hand through his hair trying to think of how to start his apology to his dear son, for being a sorry excuse of a father. 

"Fundy honestly I-"

Wilbur's words were caught off by one of the doors swinging open.