𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

Wilbur laid in his bed, waiting for his brothers to get back home.  He had nothing to do, and he wished he had a book to teach him how to play the guitar he had found.

Then there was a knock on the door. 

Unable to move properly yet, so he just stayed in bed.  But the knocking got harder, more demanding.

Wilbur tried his best to pull himself out of the bed, only to fall out and land on his face.

"Wilbur," the person outside shouted.

"Sally?!  What're you doing here?!"

"Wilbur, where are you?!  I'm coming inside!"

He heard the door get kicked open, and bounding footsteps getting closer to his bedroom, when they slowed down.  The door opened slowly, as if the person opening it was nervous.

"Wilbur," Sally asked.  "Oh gods, Wilbur!  What happened?!"

She rushed over and tried helping him back into the bed, and Wilbur groaned. 

"I don't remember what happened, but I'm struggling to walk."

"Oh.  Can I help you with anything?  Anything at all," she asked.

"No, it's fine."

Sally sat down at the foot of Wilbur's bed, and looked at him.

"So, did Tommy ever find his sweater?"

"Yeah, he got the cardigan back."

"So, how far back can you remember?"

"Walking to the church."

The moment Wilbur opened his mouth to say it, he knew he had just fucked himself over.  Before Wilbur could even make an excuse or Sally could make an accusation, her head was separated from her body.

Wilbur screamed out in terror as blood began to soak his sheets.

"Oh don't be such a crybaby, she had it coming," a voice said.

Jschlatt sat at Wilbur's feet where Sally had been, using a peice of bone from her spine like a toothpick.

"What did you do," Wilbur cried.

"Killed her, duh."

Wilbur stared at the corpse in horror.  He had loved this woman!  He had pictured them together until they grew old, maybe even having kids, but she was dead an on the floor.

And his brothers!  They were going to be home soon, and he couldn't explain it.  He couldn't even explain it to the church to make sure she gets a proper burial. 

"What do you even want from me," Wilbur asked.

"You seem weak willed.  I like playing with pathetic humans."

"Can you find someone else?!  Maybe someone without brothers to lie to, or a girlfriend to slaughter?!"

"Nah, you're too fun to get rid of."

"So am I just a toy to you?"

Jschlatt looked Wilbur in the eyes, and smirked.  It gave the phrase 'devilish smile' a whole new meaning.

"Not a toy, no.  More like... a pile of shit I find amusing for now.  Don't over estimate your worth."