two weeks

The festival

PSA: when a paragraph is from the point of view of 'the vessel,' that is Wilbur. But it's not normal, present Wilbur, it's the Dreamon form. When the character is addressed as Wilbur, usually after the head jerk, then that is normal Wilbur. I hope this clears up any potential confusion. Enjoy! <3

"Hello, Sunshine."

Wilbur was floating, he didn't know where he was. All he could hear was the constant mumblings of his mind. The voices. But one voice stuck out louder than the others.

"Mum?" Wilbur asked shakily. "Where am I?"

"You're in purgatory, for now. Not exactly purgatory, it's like a safe house in your mind, you could say. It isn't permanent, don't worry." Wilbur turned his head and looked around this strange void. "Where are you?" He heard a laugh echo throughout the area. "You forget that I'm a goddess Wilbur. I have many forms. Right now? I'm in your subconscious." Wilbur looked down at himself, his skin had a grey undertone. "W-why do I look like a ghost?"

"Because that's your spirit. It's not your body."

"Oh." Wilbur fell silent, thinking. Kristin laughed again. "Your spirit is strange, Sunshine." Wilbur felt himself smile, that was his nickname as a child. Kristin continued. "I tried to pull your spirit into this safe spot, but you were too stubborn. You weren't ready to go yet." She smiled bitterly. "You've got the blood of a god in you, that's for sure." Wilbur remained silent, brooding. "That's why the Dreamons target you." Wilbur turned around, his hazel eyes shining. "W-what? Target? This is the first time, is it not?" He asked quietly. Kristin sighed. "Oh Sunshine, this is the 2nd time."

"What?

"Do you remember... Schlatt?" Kristin asked quietly.

"Yeah? He uh... wasn't-" Wilbur fell silent, not wishing to relive those memories again.

"He was a Dreamon. It wasn't your fault you did those things. It wasn't your fault. He targeted you. Do you have any idea who targeted you this time?" Wilbur paused, processing the new information. "There- there was this... girl at the hospital. I was panicking, and she stared at me. Her eyes.. they were strange. Wrong. Ever since then I had started feeling less like myself. I hurt Tommy. I hurt Phil.

I'm... a monster." Wilbur finished, whispering. Kristin showed herself in her ghostly form. She smiled sympathetically at her son. "Sunshine, you did nothing wrong. Nothing. You-" Kristin winced, seemingly in pain. She looked up towards the top of this void. A small rip had formed, something glowing, and red was slowly seeping through. "Wilbur, we're running out of time. Listen to me. You need to keep fighting. Keep pulling through. Stay present. Don't let the Dreamon finish its mission. Don't let them win." Wilbur looked up at his mother as the void began to deteriorate. "I'll try my best."

"I know you will, stay safe Sunshine."

Wilbur was awake. And aware, the voices had momentarily lost control and Wilbur would make the best of it. Whether it was 10 minutes or 10 seconds, he would do something to slow the Dreamon down. He was in a cave, strange scrawlings were written on the wall in a language he didn't understand. He walked out of the clearing to find the vessel had carved out the edge of a cliff. Behind the cliff was several people working on the festival, oblivious to their fate. Among the people preparing was a young man named Tubbo. Tommy and him used to be friends, but things change. Wilbur walked back into the cave, not wanting to be seen. He began to inspect the cave in closer detail. In the middle, was a small wooden button. Something inside Wilbur urged him to press it. He took a step back and tried to rid his mind of the horrible thought. What can I do to slow this down? Wilbur thought. He walked forward, and pulled the button out of the wall. Behind it, was stacks, upon stacks, upon stacks of TNT. Wilbur let out a frightened yell and stumbled backwards. He tripped over a rock, and hit his head on the floor.