DreamSmp Oneshot book (No x reader)

~Revived (Dreambur)~

!(In this Wilbur did not age in limbo)!

Wilbur was sitting on a bench in the train station he called his own personal limbo. Guitar in hand and singing quietly to himself. "Shatter the walls," He sang quietly. "Cause the walls don't fucking love you." he went on. Being alone in his solitude wasn't something he liked most of the time. He missed being able to have social interactions with people. At least the first few months he got to talk with Schlatt and Mexican Dream but that was it. 

  And it felt like so long ago to him now. "Shatter the walls. . . Cause the walls don't FUCKING love you!" He sang louder, the strumming of his guitar growing louder and more aggressive as well. "THERE'S A REASON! London puts barriers on the Jubilee line! There's a reason, London puts barriers on the rails!" Wilbur repeated that line a few more times. Seemingly growing angry as he went on, hot tears streaming down his face. His strumming became quiet and calm once more, "There's a reason, they. . . fail." He mumbled to himself. "Dammit." He muttered, wiping the river of tears from his eyes as new ones formed. In the distance Wilbur heard the sound of a train whistle coming from the tunnel to the right of him. He looked up at the clock to check the time as the whistle grew louder. 

  12:35pm. "Damn, why's it so early today?" He questioned standing up. He shoved his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to the side of the train tracks, waiting. Soon enough, the train passed by, but something was different this time. It's pace was different and it seemed to be slowing down. Wilbur, confused as to why the routine was different, backed up cautiously. The train came to a full stop and it's doors creaked open. Wilbur's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't know if he should trust this or not. 

  This could be a trap. But then again, the man was already dead. What else could this cruel place do to him? I mean it already trapped him in a train station for what he thought was going to be eternity. But if he had a chance to get out of that place he was well going to take it. He ran back to the bench, grabbed his guitar and hopped on the train without hesitation. As soon as he got on the doors immediately closed and the train started moving again. 

  Wilbur didn't know how long the ride would be, or even where the hell he was being taken too, so he decided to take a seat. Wilbur looked around the train car to get a glimpse of his surroundings. He spotted a change of clothes in the seat across from him. That change of clothes being Wilbur's old yellow sweater and red beanie. He would always deny the fact that he missed wearing them whenever someone asked about it. But the truth was those clothes were actually quite comfortable and he missed them a lot.

He leaned over to grab the sweater that someone had nicely folded when he spotted a sticky note stuck on top of it. For Wilbur Soot, the note said. 'Well that was pretty damn obvious to begin with I mean who else would be stuck in this train station besides me?' He thought to himself. He took his trench coat off and lifted the yellow sweater over his head. Pulling his arms through the sleeves he was reminded of the comfort the piece of clothing gave him. He took his black beanie off of his head and tossed it aside, pulling his old red one above his head. Wilbur sighed and sunk into the seat. 

It wasn't very comfortable but it was enough that he didn't mind laying down. He looked around, surveying his surroundings once more. There were subway handles hanging from the ceiling and poles placed five to six feet apart from each other. The windows of the train had been tinted red and all the seats seemed to be wearing out, seeing as small cracks were covering them. A sudden drowsiness came over him and his eyes started to slowly close. Before he knew it everything was pitch black. He had fallen asleep.

  He didn't know for how long, only assuming it was hours. "...bur?" "...libur?" "Wilbur!" He heard someone yelling at him. He jolted up, eyes wide and scared out of his mind. "Woah, Wilbur, calm down. Breathe will you?" the person asked. It was a male, he knew that. He just didn't know who it was. "H-hello?" he said in a confused tone.

  "Hey Wil, you good? Can you see okay? Are you hurt at all?" The man asked. Whoever it was crouched down and put a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. He looked up, his vision clearing to see who it was. "Dream?" He asked, "Yeah, it's me Wil." He said. "Oh. . .my god, Dream!" Wilbur yelled, having the sudden realization of who was talking to him. He launched himself forward and hugged the man. "Woah, someone's happy huh?" Dream said with a chuckle. 

  Wilbur looked up at him with a bright smile. "Happy?! I'm so much more than that Dream! I haven't had any social interaction with anyone in months! And the fact that it's you! You, Dream, god I missed you!" Wilbur said with excitement. "Heh, I'm happy to see you too, Wilbur. So, so much more than I'm making it out to be." Dream placed a hand on Wilbur's cheek. The touch was soft and gentle and Wilbur loved it. He leaned into Dream, loosening his grip on him but still hugging him tightly. He grabbed Dream's hand and kissed it softly, looking back up into the man's bright green eyes. He sighed, "I missed your eyes Dream," Wilbur said, "They always seem to calm me down." He continued with a soft smile growing on his face. 

  He leaned closer to Dream and gave him a kiss that lasted for around three to five seconds before pulling away. Dream smiled, "I missed that, and damn you're still an amazing kisser, haven't changed a bit have you." he said. Wilbur let out a small laugh before speaking again. "I've changed more than I'd like to admit Dream." Wilbur said with a sigh. Dream frowned at this. What does he mean he's changed more than he'd like to admit? What's changed with the sweet Wilbur Soot he knew all those months ago. 

  "What do you mean Wilbur?" Dream asked. "Dream, being isolated in a train station for months can change a person. It can do things to a person." Wilbur told him. His happy expression soon turned to one of sadness and loneliness. Dream felt horrible, he didn't know what happened while the handsome man before him was dead, but he could tell it did something. Wilbur looked as broken as shattered glass, and that hurt Dream. He hated to see the man he loved look so, well, hurt! It made Dream's heart break into a million pieces. 

  "Well, you have me now. And I'll make sure whatever you went though there never happens again." Dream reassured him. Wilbur gave him a thankful smile. "Thank you Dream." He said. "Of course." Dream replied. That was when Wilbur noticed his surroundings. They were in a obsidian room with a wall of lava on one side. "Where are we?" Wilbur asked looking around. 

  "Uh, prison?" Dream said in a questioning tone, even though he knew they were in a prison. "I, honestly with all you've done on this server I'm not surprised you ended up here." Wilbur laughed. "But what I wanna know is-" "How I got in here? It's a long story." Dream finished and answered. "You know what, doesn't matter." Wilbur said. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, falling asleep on the train must have made him all sleepy. "Tired?" Dream asked. "I suppose so. I was asleep on the train so it would make sense if I'm still tired." He said yawning near the end.

  "Here," Dream took Wilbur by the waist and lifted him onto his lap. Wilbur looked at him and raised and eyebrow. "I thought it would be more comfortable than the floor." Dream said with a chuckle. Wilbur smiled, "Thank you Dream, I missed you." Wilbur said as he cuddled up to Dream. He held Wilbur close and let him nuzzle into his chest. Dream was happy to have him back, and not just for his own benefit. "I missed you too."