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Wilbur was backed up in the corner of his house, Dream towering about him with a small knife in hand.

"A-aren't we friends Dream? Come on, let's be sensible!" he said, smiling anxiously. 

Dream grinned, "Wilbur, you didn't listen. I brought you back for one reason, and it wasn't to go off and make friends. You had one job, and you couldn't even do that!" he said, pointing the deadly weapon at Wilbur.

"Please Dream, I just need a bit of time-" he flinched as Dream crouched down, face inches from his. He brought the knife the Wilbur's face.

"I need numbers, Wilbur Soot. Time comes at a price," he said, pulling back the knife quickly, leaving a long cut on Wilbur's cheek. He winced slightly, looking up at the man.

"F-forty eight hours, that's all I need," he said, looking down.

Dream tilted Wilbur's head up to face him, "Good. You know where I'll be waiting," he said, standing again. He pulled his mask down, covering his face, and walked out. Only when Wilbur heard the door click shut did he stand. He put his hand to the cut, and looked down at his hand. The crimson substance coated his fingers, and he could feel it warm on his face as it dripped.

He scowled, walking to the washroom. He grabbed a towel, pressing it to the cut. He saw himself in the mirror, and frowned. He looked like a total wreck. His glasses were cracked, his hair was messy and disheveled. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his face was pale and dead-looking. He hadn't slept for the last four days. When he did sleep, his mind was overrun with nightmares and bad memories.

He grabbed a patch and bandage tape, covering the area so it wouldn't get infected. It would definitely scar, but at least now it wouldn't be as bad.

He walked out into the main room. There was only a few things in the room, including a sofa by the window, two chairs, one on each side, and an oak coffee table in the centre. The man grabbed his jacket from its hanger, and slipped it on. 

He left the house, walking down the path towards Pogtopia.

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