Crescendo - Wilbur Oneshots

Misunderstanding

triggers- captivity, dissociation, memory loss
type- angst to "fluff" (hehe)
ship- dreambur

Wilbur POV-

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I wake up with a throbbing pain in my head.

Hoping it's all just been a nightmare, I look around and only see, to my dismay, the same room.

I have become overly familiar with the room, the walls that were painted an ugly shade of puce, the stain in the bedding, the cracked floorboard in the right corner of the room, the window that looked out only into a dark and seemingly infinite forest.

I've had enough. I manage to sneak out when I heard the  closing of a door. He had finally gone to sleep. I'm right at the edge of the forest when that infernal cat finds me. Patches, he called her.

A very cute name for such an evil creature.

I swallow all my hatred and called it over.

"Here, Patches! C'mere! I have treats." It looks me dead in the eye, turns around, and runs into the house.

It was going back to him.

I run into the forest. I hear a heavy footfall behind me but I can't stop to look.

I must be running for an hour when the footsteps finally fade. I was free. My throat was burning and my legs were about to give up on me but I was free from him.

I was just about to climb a tree to scout out the area, when I heard a meow. I looked around only to see him again. Him and his smiling mask. And that stupid cat at his feet.

I got up to run but I tripped on a tree root, hit my head. That's just my luck.

And now we're back! Back at square one. Trapped in this house.

I hear the door open and he walks in.

"Hey, can we talk?" he says, as if nothing ever happened. "What the fuck do you want?" I snap.

He really thinks he can come in after keeping me in this stupid house for weeks?

"Whoa, what's up with the sharp tongue? Come on, talk to me Will. What's wrong?" he asks.

" 'What's wrong?' You're asking me what's wrong? You mean you don't know?" I was furious.

"Babe, seriously what are you talking about?" he asks, worry in his eyes.

"BABE? Are you crazy?" I shout. This makes no sense.

"What do you mean?" he says, clearly confused.

I was speechless. He had been holding me captive for weeks and now he came in as if nothing was wrong and called me babe? Something wasn't right.

"Clay... what's going on?" I was scared. I don't know what's happening, and I can't remember much before being in this house.

"Hey, hey... calm down, Will. I'm here you're safe." he cooed, his voice soft.

Third Person POV

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"Babe, It's just a misunderstanding." the taller blond says. "You're safe with me."

The brit starts sobbing. It starts as a simple hiccup and soon becomes a waterfall of pushed-back emotion.

The blond rocks him in his arms for hours.

"Want some tea?" he asks, when the fragile man in his arm calms down.

He nods.

He prepares a cup of watery tea, but to Wilbur, it might as well be the elixir of life. A taste of home.

They watch TV on the battered green couch. Some random sitcom that becomes white noise as the brunette tries to sort through his thoughts.

He begins shaking as he remembers his lover. All the wonderful times they had together.

How could he have treated him in such a way?

He was a monster.

"Clay, I'm s-sorry." He starts sobbing again.

Clay sits with him for hours, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. When he eventually calms down, Wilbur clings to him.

"Ah, great! You remember! I love you so much, Will." the blond sighs as the brit cuddles into him.

Clay wraps him in a tight embrace. And gives a slight smile the brunette never notices.

He had succeeded.

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im leaving it there

it is 1:30 am and i have classes from 9 am and i cant sleep because of some stupid creepypastas i read ughhhhhhhhhhhh
anyways~

i guess im back? dont quote me on that cuz ill probably disappear again anyway
sorry about that by the way i didnt mean it :)

love you all! have a great day, be safe and wear your seatbelt nimrods >:/