I info dump about my embarassing history

literally just a shlattbur fanfic

DONT GET ME WRONG I THINK SHLATTBUR IS HELLA WEIRD NO MATTER THE CONTEXT

WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY I WROTE A FANFIC

AND WHILE I THINK THATS FUNNY

ITS SO POORLY WRITTEN

You'll wait for me, right?

I think it should start off with a flash back.
Will pov

"Okay dad, I'll be fine don't worry!" I shouted from the front door. Closing it behind me, I turned around and ran through the thick snow into the street. Suddenly I felt something slam into me and almost knocking me off my feet.

"Hi! Who're you? Where're you from? You smell weird. Wanna be friends? It's snowy out today, let's make snow balls! Do you know what snowballs are? You look like you wouldn't. Come on I'll show you!!" I looked over at this person and saw a boy just around my age with smol ram horns and a tail, then he began dragging me by the sleeve.

"H-hey! Let go, I don't even know you!" I tried to pull away but his grip was tight and he wouldn't stop running. Suddenly he stopping and i tugged my sleeve away. "What do you want?" I said, a bit flustered as he turned around.

"Hi again. Your hairs fluffy. I'm, well, just call me Jshlatt!" He comes closer and ruffles my hair a little. "Stop that," I swat at his hand and he laughs. "Uh, im Wilbur, my brothers call me Will though.." Jshlatt looked at me for a second and then at the snow on the ground.

"Let's make some snowballs!"

*timeskip*

"Shlatt, I'm serious, I'm moving back to Brighton!" I said, my wings twitching a bit out of irritation. He paused from ruffling my hair and kinda looked at me with a "piss off" expression.

"Oh fuck off Will, your dad already said it was much better here in the Big Apple! Why would he want to go back?" I sigh and get up, "I don't know, I guess he's homesick. Can you just please..take it seriously. For fucks sake Shlatt we've been friends since we were 4 you really think I'd joke about this?" I teared up a little, and I guess he noticed because he got up from the ground and hugged me tightly.

"When are you moving..?" he mumbled into my shoulder. "Probably next week, we already have most of the house packed up" my voice cracked a little. We stood there for awhile until I heard my dad from our front yard "Will, mate, come on, help Techno pack up your room!" I pulled away from the hug, feeling myself heat up from embarrassment, "I'll see you later Shlut." He looked at me with a small goofy smile and I walked away.

*timeskip to moving day*

"WILBUR?! WILBUR COME ON I KNOW YOU DIDNT LEAVE ALREADY" Shlatt was tripping on his own feet trying to run a block to Wilbur's house, cursing himself for not having as long as legs as his far taller friend.

He stopped in front of Wilbur's driveway and saw Phil's car backing out. Suddenly while the car was still moving, Wilbur sprinted out and tackled Shlatt into the ground. The other hugged Will back. "..promise you'll wait for me?"

"Whadya mean?" Shlatt lifted one of his eyebrows in a confused expression. "Please. You're the only friend who's really stuck around, you know Phil won't let me have a phone..just fucking promise you'll wait for me to come back, and I'll promise to wait for you." Wilbur was tearing up, and Shlatt was only just noticing how messy his hair looked and how baggy underneath his eyes were, despite it only being a week or two since their last encounter. "I.. promise. I promise Wilbur I'll wait for you, for as long as it takes"

Suddenly the car honked and Wilbur, frightened, got up quickly and waved to Shlatt one last time before disappearing into the front seat.

*the present* Wilbur's pov

I opened my eyes to a golden haze of light flowing over my room and an alarm blaring in my ear. With an internal groan, I sit up and press the tiny "off" button. *7:00pm already?* I thought. I could here the distant screams of Tommy and Techno arguing over something and the scolding from Phil. Sometimes everything just felt so loud. I got up and stretched a little, and looked towards my window and into the giant ocean just in eyeshot from the apartment we lived in. Just looking at it made me feel like I was drowning.

Everything felt so numb and dull, but every little mistep or tiny creak was like the end of the world. I looked away and walked out of my room right into the living room where the arguing gradually got louder. "SHUT UP." I yelled, grabbing the attention of everyone -even Tubbo who was usually zoned out. Tommy and Techno looked away from each other awkwardly, and everything finally felt quiet for a few moments.

"Will? Are you alright?" Phil asked, probably concerned that his son just woke up at 7pm and screamed so loud the flat shook.
I just ignored him and headed for the door.

But when I got outside it only got worse, every car that passed by or murmur from my neighbors gave me a splitting headache. I walked over to the small park just a few blocks away and pulled out my phone to distract myself.

What felt like hours later

ABANDONED

oh my god did i really write like this..

I SWRIOUSLY WROTE "wilby" WHAT RHE FUCK

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okay ngl i like the last part like the third timeskip its just v well done

everyrhing else is cringe and i wanna kms 😇