SMP: Origins Ship: none Tw: none
Wilbur definitely didn't think he was going to be picking wheat out of his hair when he woke up that morning. Alas, when you're living with some of the most mischievous people alive, well he should have seen it coming.
The day had started fairly normally. The typical wake up, brush teeth, get dressed, yada yada. It bored him sometimes, doing, for the most part, the same things everyday.
He had walked around to Niki's cave, finding the fish hybrid swimming happily, humming a tune she had made up herself. It was calming, away from Tommy, Tubbo, Beau, most of them really, just to connect with nature.
Niki even taught him the song, asked if he could help her perfect her- like it needed it, it didn't.
From there, everything went wrong.
Nothing malicious of life altering, but it was definitely what lead him to be sat, trying to rid himself of crops.
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Scott had set the prank up, begrudgingly, being paid in prank immunity, which he thought was a fair deal. The starborne wasn't overly pleased to see his crops destroyed for the sake of a joke, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
It had been funny to watch his phantom friend fall onto the harsh ground and have wheat rain on him, courtesy of a certain bee hybrid. Wilbur had laughed himself, congratulating them and accepting his defeat.
Scott, Tommy; Tubbo 1, Wilbur 0.
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