𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 | Wilbur x Reader Oneshots

Train Tracks P2

originally posted: 2022-01-7
Words: 707

got asked to do a part two didn't think that far ahead but i hope you enjoy this part just as much as the first Hunny Bun : D i will admit had to re read part one

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 Tw: i don't know if anythings triggering but just preceed with caution
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Wilbur's gut twisted and wouldn't stop twisting, so he went outside and dialled Yn's number, which went to the voicemail he had left for "Sorry Yn couldn't take the phone" - "WILBUR WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PHONE" "IM JUST MAKING YOU A VOICEMAIL" Wilbur's heartbeat started racing as he hurried towards her apartment, which she rarely used until he started dating Sally.

The lights were turned off, and he thought to himself, 'Maybe she's sleeping,' until he checked the time. Yn doesn't go to bed until at least midnight, and it was just 9 p.m. when he ran into her apartment. Nothing had been touched, and nothing had been moved in what looks like at least 6 months. He dashed inside Yn's room, where she wasn't there and the bed was still made, with a book neatly on top of it and her phone on her desk. He took her phone and turned it on.

57 Missed Calls from Wilby Scoot <3

He laughed and remembered that Yn might be in danger, so he pocketed her phone and checked the entire apartment, not finding anything that indicated to him that she was here. 'The Train Tracks,' (HE SAID THE LINE GUYS OMG CUT THE CAMERAS) he thought and hurried down the staries, disregarding the pleas to slow down or be quiet. Yn was far more important.

He ignored his phone, which was vibrating and probably just Sally or Phil calling; he didn't care because he just wanted Yn. When he got to the train tracks, his heart stopped as he noticed red and blue lights flashing; he dashed to the tracks to find cops and paramedics loading up a body and searching the area.

He recognised the hoodie the cop was holding, which he held in one hand while holding his beanie and Yn's notebook in the other. "Please tell me they're not loading up a (your height and hair colour) girl," Wilbur said, tears streaming down his face. The cop bowed his head and removed his helmet. Wilbur's entire world came crashing down around him, and he's not sure if he's heartbroken or numb.

"Doctors stated she didn't feel it when she jumped in front of the train" Wilbur cried and rocked back and forth as he dropped to the ground, holding his head and tugging his hair. The cop knelt and grabbed the crying man. "I'm assuming you're a WS?" Wilbur nodded, "would you like these or can we take them in?" Wilbur examined the hoodie, beanie, and notebook, and said, "i-i'll take them." the officer smiled and nodded

"Do you mind if I see her one more time?" Wilbur questioned the cop he couldn't tell the man she wasn't in the greatest shape and sighed "she's not in the bes-" "I don't care, I want to see her please," Wilbur cried.

The cop nodded at the doctors who lowered their heads assuming he was the girls boyfriend one of the doctors pulled back the blanket and Wilbur looked over her and turned to the cop and doctors, still calming down from his breakdown "c-can I have a moment alone" he asked. "I'm so sorry Yn, I wish I could have been there to help, I'm so fucking sorry." He said after they had left.

-Three Years Later-

 It had been three years, and Wilbur was still standing in front of Yn's grave, telling her everything that had happened that day, including how he had broken up with Sally and adopted a trans son whom he jokingly referred to as a furry, how Karl, Sapnap, and Qauckity were together, and even that Dream was in prison. Wilbur missed Yn, as everyone could see, but he was gradually recovering. One day, he met a nice girl and settled down, only seeing Yn once a month, yet giving her flowers and telling her stories, unaware that she was listening and watching over him, his new girl, and his son.