Panting, Wilbur ran through the woods. He looked from left to right and tried to figure out where he came from. He'd just been walking down the path in the woods, when he looked down and found out it wasn't there, and he was completely lost. He started to get tired, so he pulled out his phone once again and checked for internet. He cursed silently as he noticed how low his percentage was. 4 percent. Will slowed down a little, not quite running, just speed walking.
The sun set behind the trees and Wilbur still hadn't found his way home. He was exhausted from running, and desperately needed a break. He looked at a familiar oak tree... he'd seen it at least three times before, he swore. His thoughts were cleared when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He hadn't crossed a single living thing for hours, let alone a person. He quickly turned around. He looked around for a while, but there was no one- halfway through a sigh, he was abruptly cut off. A freezing cold hand covered his mouth, muffling out his scream of surprise.
A quiet voice, unrecognizable to him, whispered into his ear a series of seven words.
"...You don't remember me... but you will"
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Lost [Quackbur]
FanfictionIt was late, and as he struggled to find his way back home, passing what he swore to be the same trees over and over, Wilbur felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw nothing. But before he could fully sigh of relief, a freezing cold hand...