𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝟷𝟾. 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎

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𝟷𝟾. 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎

Thirty-four days. It had been over a whole ass month since Wilbur had left. Plus he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday's breakfast. So, he was pretty out of it. Sounds looked funny, and colors sounded awkward.

He was not high, just fucking out of it. That was of course one of his many qualities, you know, being out of it, feeling sorry for himself, feeling sorry for other people, and don't forget doing things he'll regret later on. Wilbur's a man of many qualities, too bad they're all absolute shit.

Luckily for him, he had found a pretty good alleyway about three days ago. It stayed relatively dry whenever it rained, and whatever rain still found its way into the alleyway wouldn't bother Wilbur, because he'd found a nice box to make a pretty okay shelter out of. It didn't look too good- oh god it looked horrendous, but it'd have to do until someone actually wanted to hire him. Apparently not many places want to hire a sixteen year old that is covered in scrapes and wears clothes that have definitely seen better days.

Right now, however, he was sitting on top of a dumpster in the very same alleyway, swinging his legs and trying to think about his next move. There weren't many options other than stealing, finding a job, or just starving to death. None of those options looked very appealing, but he was still rooting for the "finding a job" idea.

He was pretty sure he had asked every single place in Kinoko, however, so he'd have to move towns soon to try somewhere else. But to travel he needed money, which he needed a job for, but he needed to travel to find a job and well, it was a vicious circle and it was going to be the end of Wilbur.

Two months ago, everything was still somewhat fine. Sure, everything had been stressful, but now he was just miserable. Wilbur wasn't a big fan of being miserable. He didn't have much of a choice, however. Was he just supposed to go back and hope a simple apology would be enough to fix everything?

Basically, Wilbur was out of it and couldn't quite process anything that happened normally, which was probably also why he didn't notice a familiar figure walk past his alleyway before standing still in front of him, staring at him before calling Wilbur's name out. After the man had called for him a fourth time Wilbur managed to snap back into reality.

Wilbur was staring right into Odysseus' Phil's eyes and he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do. Wilbur climbed down the dumpsters rather awkwardly, trying to think of a way to handle the situation at the same time. Right now, he felt like running the fuck away seemed like the best option.

By all means, it was either that or going to jail. So, really, running was the only proper option here. Wilbur decided then that he would just make a run for it, bumping into Phil -who was in hero attire for whatever reason? Probably for a more formal arrest or something?- he made a run for it. He took a sharp right turn, almost running into an old lady that started cursing at him as he went.

In the distance Wilbur could hear Odysseus calling out his name. Ignoring that, Wilbur continued running down the street before crossing the road, several cars honked at him for his idiotic behaviour. Wilbur must've ran for at least three blocks before he dared slow down and catch his breath for a second.