The man smiled at Vii , "what the hell are you doing here?!" Vii jumped off of his bed and grabbed the wooden axe leaning on the wall, facing the blade towards the brunette. "Woah kid, there's no need for that." He quickly put both of his hands up, letting his cigerette drop to the floor, still burning and letting off smoke. "Answer my question, Wilbur." Vii kept the axe facing the same direction "Im just here to talk, you don't have to take my life because I broke Into your house uninvited.." Wilburs voice trailed off like he realized that breaking into someones house wasnt something to be happy about. "Alright fine, maybe breaking into your home wasn't a good idea." The brunette laughed slightly, as he bent over to grab his abandoned cigerette. Vii could tell that Wilbur wasn't taking whatever he needed seriously. "Hey, If you came here just to become a comedian, get out." Vii huffed, slowly lowering the axe down, still keeping it in his hands. Wilbur stood back up, sighing at the now burnt out cigerette in his hand.
He flicked the cigerette in Vii's direction. It handed on the floor next to the annoyed boy. The two stood in scilence for a few seconds before Wilbur spoke up, "Listen, Vienna-" Vii's eyes widen, as his head shot up to face Wilbur, "How did you know that w..was my name?" Vii tried to laugh though his stuttering, "I've known you since you were born. It's been so long, Vienna."
(Stupid reference.)
Vii stayed still, wide eyed. "I came here to tell you that you're welcome in pogtopia any time. I know how Schlatt can be." He paused, putting his hand on the others sholder
QUICK TW: alcohol, abusive behavior, mentions of death, deadnaming
Schlatt sat on the couch, bringing a bottle of whiskey up to his mouth every once and a while. Vienna, who sat on the floor playing with dolls, made playful sounds as well as making the dolls talk to each other. "Jesus Christ. Do you ever- shut up?" Jschlatt said, putting his hand to his head and rubbing it slightly. The 8 year old sitting on the floor looked up at the taller and frowned, "I'm playing dollies, brother! And I drew something, I can't wait to show mommy and daddy when they get home!" Vienna's frown turned into a smile as she went back to moving the dolls around, making different voices for the dolls. Schlatt sighed, "Vii..they aren't coming home," He said, setting down the the bottle of the alcoholic beverage "I keep telling- you his and- and you never fucking listen to me!" Schlatt slurred his words due to the fact he was drunk. Sober enough to know what's going on around him, though drunk enough to lose his temper. "Vienna, they aren't- coming.." The ram looked stressed. Of course he was, his parents went missing and probably died. All he could think to do is drink. Schlatt's teenage mind couldn't handle taking care of a child while holding on to the feeling of loss.
"So If you ever need somewhere to go, Vienna, Pogtopia is always here." Wilbur spoke, gently smiling at the other.
Bro this chapter killed me to write 😥 -Apollo
