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[CHAPTER SEVEN]

Why are you always so selfish, sally!?
I'm not selfish, if anything you are! and i bet you liked it when i mercilessly fucked your ass, you cocksucker!
How fucking DARE you say that infront of MY child!?
Damn right, he's yours, not mine, i did NOT fuck you just to get a fucking furry.
out of this house, sally.
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Wilbur recalibrated his memories, shaking his head slightly as he had been playing his acoustic guitar.
He exhaled as he looked over to the melting candle of which brought light to the damp room. The british yawned fro a second or two, and looked over back at the note he had been given. His breath quickened.

Wilbur soot stood up, putting away his guitar and put on his trench coat, deciding to have a walk around the lonely streets of Manberg.

As he opened the door, a gush of cold air hit his face, stunned for a millisecond. He ambled down the same footsteps as he did when he had seen that strange man with the cap. For some reason, he thought he'd recognise that man. The vibe he gave off, was most certainly, powerful. dominant.. huge......

The british's face became beet red in realisation of what he had thought just now. Huge!? as if, if anything, he had a bigger cock.. or did he? he hadn't really know. He didn't even know why he had been talking about this subject.

His eyes met with someone else's. He didn't know whom, though. they'd been purple. he was utterly confused.

He just shook it off and sat down on a bench in a park. The atmosphere was nice, cold, quiet, too quiet; actually.. Wilbur felt a breath right next to his neck. He sat petrified. Eyes widened; adrenaline pushing through more than anything else. He was scared. Very scared, in-fact, more scared than when he had met the president for the first time.

He slowly turned his head, eyes, and slightly his torso around to see whom was there.

It was dark, too dark.

And it would gradually become dark, darker, yet even more darker...

His eyes met with yet again, the same purple ones he'd seen. He sat there in utter shock and disbelief. An enderman. a very tall one. His body trembled as he started going on the run. His breath hitched as he took a left.

He did not know where he was going.

He was scared.

He did not know anything else other than,

"Run."