Going off Script

0.4

Wilbur cleaned up the day before, after his house got absolutely ravaged by the young actors and directors having the absolute best time of their life, supposedly of course.

The maids he'd hired only clean every Monday and Thursday, today was Friday so it was either he had to wait in a wrecked house or he had to get his ass to work. 

Once he fell asleep it was..perhaps 

10:42 PM?

The next morning he got up at exactly

 8:00 AM.

 He got up, groaning and stretching out as if he were to be a main character plucked out of a cartoon. He yawned and rubbed his eyes looking at the same dull master bedroom.

He loved the riches, the fame, the admiration and especially the power. Yet he had to admit, god dammit sometimes it simply gets lonely.

Wilbur walked into the small bathroom that was in his room turning on the shower and letting the waters warm up. He got his attire, glasses and towels, eventually taking off his clothes and placing it neatly folded in the dirty clothes bin. 

He gently stepped into the shower the water hitting him like small pebbles eventually getting used to the water. He gently rinsed his brown curves of hair and his face, all the filth and dirt washing off his body. He eventually took a the mango scented soap bar and put it on a bath scrubber, putting the suds all over his body to be clean. Eventually it washed down from the cool fresh water and went down the drain. He then took a bottle of Sage and Pine scented shampoo, pouring a good amount on his hands as he hummed a tune. He put the Shampoo in his hair massaging it into his scalp as he sang a verse or two to the song, his singing wasn't singer beautiful yet it wasn't as bad.

He eventually washed out the shampoo, the cool water flowing down his back. He put on a generous amount of conditioner and washed his hair again, running his hands to untangle any curls. Eventually her washed the conditioner out and rinsed himself ,before turning off the faucets the water stopping. He opened the shower curtain and took a blue towel from the towel rack, wrapping it around himself. He took a small towel and dried his hair, humming softly as he did.

8:32 AM

Wilbur began to change into black skinny jeans as he pulled on a white, lantern sleeve poet shirt. He put on white ankle socks and black dress shoes. The brunette took out a hair dryer, drying his hair which made him have brunette curls. He began brushing his hair with a comb, parting it and moving it so it would look nice.

9:00 AM

Wilbur finally finished getting ready as he collapsed onto his couch, resting his eyes as he groaned. He still had to wait.

9:08 PM

After resting he stood up and walked into his small office taking a folder which held a bunch of paperwork. He sat on his office chair opening his laptop and opened Youtube. He clicked on the searchbar and searched "McPuffys commercials" eventually a few clicks away around five to eight videos popped up. 

He scrolled a bit and saw a video that said " McPuffys Commercial #4 Ft. Quackity." He simply clicked on it and watched the video, it was as simple as most commercials. The simply deals, combos and how good the food is the whole package. Quackity was pushed into a small bit where he had the uniform on as he simply stated how good the prices were. The commercial made Wilbur cringe as Quackity had a dull face, and every word he said was monotone.

Wilbur kept watching the commercials that featured Quackity, which there were three more after that one. The most recent one being actually pretty good. Quackity's acting got less dull like if he actually gave a fuck about his job.

Wilbur simply researched about Quackity, which said his agent was someone by the name George Davidson and his manager ran Essempi Corp. A small business with small commercial Actors. 

10:00

Wilbur was possibly going insane at how long he had to wait. Thinking..what is Quackity doing: maybe he was talking to his agent, pping his foot, spinning in his chair, he even watched a YouTube video or two before scrolling endlessly through his bland Twitter page.

10:30 

Wilbur took out his phone and pushed up his circular glasses with his index finger.