𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎

Wilbur led Jschlatt towards a private place that he hadn't been in years.  It was a special place that was usually reserved for him and Tommy, but since their father disappeared, they hadn't come back here.

"So, you're taking me to the middle of nowhere," Jschlatt asked.  "I asked you to take me to special mortal places, not places to hide bodies."

"No, this place is special," Wilbur told him.

He was constantly adjusting his new glasses, seeing everything perfectly.  It was almost like seeing the world for the first time.

"Dude, they're just fucking flowers.  Chill out," Jschlatt told him.

"I can't!  Everything's just so... so... defined.  And put together."

Suddenly, the glasses were pulled from Wilbur's face.  He gasped in shock, and Jschlatt laughed.

"I'm beginning to think you forget who I am, and how little you mean to me.  Now, lead the way."

Wilbur began walking again, constantly tripping over his feet and small tree roots that he didn't see.  But luckily for him, they had made it to the special place.

It was a flower field with a wooden hut in the middle, with a poorly stitched together flag at the top.   The hut was now falling apart and taken back by nature, and the flag was faded and worn, but Wilbur still saw it as glorious.

"So, you brought me to a dump?"

"No, I brought you to my childhood fort."

Wilbur could remember all of the hours he and Tommy had spent running around, playing and wrestling.  They would steal glasses from the cupboard and mix random things in them to make 'potions.'  Wilbur remembered sewing the flag, with Tommy singing the anthem they both created.  

He remembered that one day they were out playing, but it started to storm.  He and Tommy hid from the rain in the fort, and saw a fox come out and begin to play in the puddles.  The two declared that the fox was a boy named Fundy, and that he was Wilbur's son.

He looked at the fort with fondness, the happy times he had here with his brother almost acting like a motivator to bend at Jschlatt's will to protect them.

"It looks... fine."

"Fine?  I bet you didn't put this much effort into your childhood escape place," Wilbur defended.

"You forget, I'm the devil.  I never was a kid.  I have no family ties, and I was never a child."

"That sounds sad, actually."

"Eh, it's not as bad as it sounds."

"You know what, come with me."

Wilbur gently grabbed Jschlatt's hand and pulled him towards a small hill.  The two sat down at the top, and Wilbur pointed in the direction of the setting sun.  The hill dipped down to a cliff, and at the bottom was a clearing decorated with wildflowers and a stream that flowed through.

Jschlatt let the human appearance melt away, showing his demon form.  Wilbur looked at him, and smiled.  The human form was fucking with his head.

The sun dipped below the horizon, so the bit that the two men could still see painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, and the ground looked like gold.  The stream looked like a glittering diamond, and the sound of rushing water was comforting.

"May I have the glasses back for a second," Wilbur asked.

Jschlatt just dropped them in his lap, and Wilbur slid them back on his face.  Then he looked back at Jschlatt.

He saw that he had missed so many details about the demons appearance, and it was shocking.  His fingers were made of the same material that his hooves were, the horns that curled around his ears were darker than the ones that reached upward.

He also saw that Jschlatt had a forked tongue and sharp teeth, making him more devilish.  And the claws that he had instead of fingernails were far longer and sharper than he thought.

"What, like what you see," Jschlatt taunted.

Wilbur didn't respond.  He just kept looking at all the small details he missed. 

"I should probably go home now, I don't want my brothers to worry," Wilbur said.

He shook his head and stood up, and reached a hand down to Jschlatt to help him up.  Only to see he was no longer there. 

Wilbur shrugged it off and started walking towards his house, taking one last look at the old hut and flag.

"Goodbye L'Manburg," he whispered.

Then he began his trekk through the woods.