𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

Wilbur ran throughout the dark village, calling out Tommy's name, and stumbling as he pursued his younger brother.

"Tommy, please come back!  TOMMY!!"

"Woah there, slow down," a familiar voice said.  "Why are you out so late?"

"Eret?  Oh thank the gods!  Tommy ran off, can you help me find him?!"

Wilbur was desperate.  And he probably looked like a madman.  He was screaming out in the middle of the night, sprinting around aimlessly.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that," Eret told him.

"Oh.  Well then, I need to get going," Wilbur said.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that Wilbur."

"What?  What are you talking about Eret?"

Suddenly Wilbur's minor visibility was completely darkened as a hand clamped down around his eyes.

"Wha- HELP!!  HELP, SOMEONE!!  PLEASE!! RUN TOMMY, RUN!!"

Eret clamped his other hand on Wilbur's mouth, and anything else he said was muffled.  Eret dragged him somewhere, but he couldn't see.

Wilbur kept begging for help, although his attempts were fruitless.

Suddenly he was released from Eret's grip, and was dropped to the cobblestone ground of an alleyway.  Eret fished around in their pocket, and pulled out a knife.

"I hate to do this, but I owe somebody," Eret told him.  "And before you ask, yes, I promise not to hurt Tommy."

They leaned down and held the knife up to Wilbur's throat.

"Don't worry, I'll try to make this quick."

"W̴̖̖̮̌̈́͌h̶̤̠̝͕͛̆̈́̃͐ȁ̶͕͚̭̣̏͌͘͜ṱ̵̫̘̦̭̆ ̴̧̩̘̺̜̀̄d̴͕̖̙͎̘̆̈͘̚͠͝ͅi̵̡͂̽d̴̻͍̉̃͊ ̶̨̢͖̪̼̇̽̇͐̚Ȉ̵̭̰̙̳̉̚͝ ̵̰̲̹̫̜̾̃̋͂̿s̷̱̬̘̱̋̑̍̆a̸̻͖̰̻̭͋̍͝ỳ̴̬̟̘̫ ̵̨͇̣͍̂͜a̴̙̲̾́͛̍̓̚b̴͍͛́́̚ô̵̠̭͔û̴̢̲̠̂̋́͘͜ẗ̷͔͉͔̖́͑̈́͜͜͝ ̷̧̥͚̈́̉̍͗w̶̲͈̗̙̉͒͘ǫ̴̥̟͖͙̱̈́͑͘r̸̛͙̱͋͊̅͘͜ͅͅş̴̬̮͓̤͂͌̾͊̃̚ḩ̷͚̗̯̾̈͒͠i̶̲͚̲͉̟̺̊͊̋͛͛͝p̷̧̘͍͇̫̪̂̽̃̆ȋ̸̡͚̥̥̙͘͝n̵̦̺͋̑́̽̓̕g̴̨̨͉̯̦͊̊ ̵̢͉̞̰̈̓̃̃͆ǫ̴̞̼̗̣̠̀̏͑t̵̺̊͊́ĥ̶̭̥̳̥̌̑̆̂͘ę̸̫̒ṛ̴̢̧̋̎ ̸̞͉̪̦̫͛g̶̡̢̛̳̪̼̀͗͛͊͊o̴̙͌d̶̜̣̃̕s̴̫͛͋?̶͍̻̞̪̗̿͝!̷̤̖̳̂͑̄̄̉̀͜"

Eret quickly turned around to see what had made the demonic sound, and in doing so his knife slipped.

They had sliced right through Wilbur's eyes.

He screamed out in pain and shock, unable to see anything.  Just the darkness that had flooded his vision in less than a second, clouding the world in shades of red and black.

Blood was filling his corneal.

Jschlatt saw the mortal on the ground screeching in pain, and ripped Eret's head off.

Wilbur writhed around, clawing at his eyes, but it did nothing. 

"Okay, um... I specialize with dead people, primes... um, what do I do?!"

Wilbur felt a hand wrap around his back, and under his legs as the king of Hell lifted him bridal style.

I̵̧̡̙̥̮̻̦̖̮̮̥̓́͛͂͌͂͐͗̔̓͑̈́̉͒̊̈͋͊ͅť̶̢̡̨̡̛͓̩̪̠͈̖̤̲̬͕̩̟̗̬̟͎̗̩̥̘̗͕̼͍͔̬̺̪̪̹͎̫̦̿͑̓͑̾̎̒͂̿̃̓͐̈́͗͋͗͘̕̕͝ͅͅ'̴̦̞͇͓͆̈́̍͌̉̈́̉̃̉̌͊̐̈̈́͗͋̇̐͊̎̅͋̇́͐̔̽̓̃͑̅̕ľ̶̡̛̤̰͍͙͍͚̺̝̪̻͇̼̹̝̥̭͖̱͇̣̺̟̲̤͇̭̦̂͛̈́̃̆̉̓́̃́̈́͛̾͒͛̕ḻ̷̡̨̨̨̯̪̣̗̪͇̻̺͔̫̣̹̞̥͎͔̖̺̟͔͉̭̰͉̙̑̓̂̊̃ͅ ̴̠̗̎̆̋̆͊̓̈́̿̓͒̽̑͊̓̃͊̋̋́̊̅̍͊̊̀̀͌̑̏͛̄̾̌͛̿̚̚̚̕͝͝͝͝b̸̡̛̲̣̯̦̖̯̠͎̮̮͔̯̫̟͖̩̙̗̰̈́̽͊̂̌͆̍̿̑̿̅̒́̂̋͆̓̊̈́̊̆̈́͗̉̽̓̌́̂̒͘̕̚͠͝͝͝ͅe̵̛̙̜̬̠̘̫̫̤̘̹̮̦̖̽͂̎̃̍̃̆̀̉̽͒̈̊̽̅̆̄̾͑̌́̐̇͂̂̍̃̎͗͒̃͐̕͠͠ͅ ̸̡̨̧̛̱͙̦̺̩̂́͑́͑ǫ̵̛͓̻̗͎̣̻̯̝̳̳̜͔͇̺͔͈̘̭̩̯̺̹̞͈͑̊̔͊́̂̈̀̿̃͒̕͘̚ͅͅķ̵̡̨̯̙̰̫̙̗̜̠̥̹͚̳͚̩̼͖͖͋͜͜a̴̡̨̩͚͉̬̰̲̗͇͈̪͇̳̦͍͓̩̖̳̼̺͓̫̼̜̒͒̉ý̴̨̛̯̲̗̪̺̦͈̟̀͋̎̆̐͊͋̈̃̃͗̍̅͊͋͛͗̍͛̀́̈́̈͑͒̓͐̉͊͊͂̈́͂͐͂̕͘͝͠͝,̶̛̛̠̦̞̣͓̥͎̍̃̀̒̀̓͆͒͂͐͋̍́͊̈́̀̽̇͌̈̔̾̚̕͠͝͠ ̴̛̹̱̬̟̻͎̙̦̼̭͖̊͗͂̽̚ͅṃ̶̛̬̫͙͓̭͔̫̺̭̬̉̒͊̾̀̄́͋͊͑͛̽̋̒̅̑͑̏̌̈̈́̅̈̑̋̂̕͘͘͝ͅy̷̨̧̨̧̡̛̬̲̤̳̞̤̦͇̘̦̬̭̣̭̘͚̞͍͔̜̹̝̘̆̐͊͗̃͆̉̊̑̔̈́̈́̽͒̏̋̍̆͗̽̌̈͐̀̑̓̑͂̄̕͘͜͠ͅ ̶̢̛̪̻͎̳̪͈͙̻̯͕̩̣̥͈̝̇̂̐̅̚ͅd̷̢̧̢̛̛̗̜̖̱̫̜̠̫͎̪͈̹̜̟̪̪̜͖̜͚̻͖̳͖̙͔̪͔̥̣̺̺̹̜̈́̅͒̆̉̇͋̉̉̓̀̔̒̅̈͑̊̓́̀̊̓̆̽̎̿̓̀͌͐͆̚͘͝͝͝į̴̜͍̭̼̯̪̫̟̞̙̺̙̮͍̪̙̗͎͉͍̩̹̤̟̟͕̙̩̹͎͔͔̾̃̒́̈́͊̈̉̐̐̈́͐̓́͛̕͜͝͝s̴̡̪̬͈̘̹̯͎̱̜̣̲̣͙̟͕͙̘͈̯͇͍̩͓͈͕͎̀̀̀͋͋͗̉̏͐̑̆̀̓̋̋͐͌́̂̓́̓̋̊̽̀̕͠͝ͅc̵͖̈́́̾̒͌͝i̴̧͎̫͖̠̭̐̈́̃ṗ̵̧̢̘̮̼͖͍̘̜̟̣̼̝̙͓̜͓̻̫̟̦̬̎̀̈͒̆͋̄͂̂̍͂͂̃́̾̀̂̂̀̌̉͋̐͘̕͜͜͠͝͝͝ͅl̴̛̝̘̟̳̮̙̫̳̲̖͍̟͈̳͇̯̩͇͕͍̗͛́̓̚ȅ̸̢̛͎̞̲̮͕̲͈̰̙͕͓͚̰̌̾̃̎̽̏̊̿̽͂̾͂̏̚͝ͅ.̵̛͕̝̳̗̩̙̝͓̠̫̖͈̝̲̿͌̄͂̃͛̏͛͛ ̶̨̧̢̨̛̣̠͓̤̺̞̮͈͈͚̘̫͖̺͔̘͖̦͔͕͖̯̮͔͇͔̪͍͓͔̗̮̫̼̹͇͈̞̈̈͊͛̽̊̂̈́̋͆͒̋̽̈͆̐̓̀̋͐͛́́͋͐͊̏̚̕͝͝͝͝ͅ ̷̼̭̙̞̞̩̤̜͙̞͂́͗́̈́̔̿͆̾͛̇̑͛̀̒̎͆̐̎̎̔͆̓̌̔̈͐̅̾͂̊̈́͌̕͠͝͠
̴̨̢̣͎͓͙̟̼̘̞̖̮̦̪̫̬̜̺̼̬͉͎̝̥̥̝͕̟̹͙̾̽̽̒̒̎̈́͒͂̃̽̉͆͛̅́̈̆͂̓̒̽̈́͠͝
̵̨̡̨̙̪̘͇̬̙̰̺͍̬̠̤̞̳͙̣̥̹̲̟̫͓̼̠̖̖͙͎̒͂͋͝
̷̡̨̥̯͔͈̼͔̻͖͍̠͙̣̤̓̑́͑͐̿̐͆͜͝͝ͅŢ̶̥̺̹͇̜̆͊͗́̀͗͊̑̄͆̈͗͒͑͆̑̈́̉̃͌́̽̓̉̎̏́̈́̽̀̔̚͝͝͝r̴̨͙͚͕͎̳͉̭͇͍̲̱͂̊̋̐̇͝͠͠ư̶̼͉͖̔̾̒͋̉̓̀͒͝š̶̢̛̗͕̠̱̖͎̩͙̩͚̰̤̻̼͈̱̣̭͓̯̹̟̞̩̹̼̦͕̆̍͑̍̈́̓͑̌̀̆͐̊͐͒̓̑͛̉͐͜͝ț̶̛̱̒̌̒̑͒͂͌͗͂̒̊̀̊͊̐̕͝ ̴̨̡̛̻͙̻̦͍͎̣͙̪̺͉̫͈̱̤̙̥̤̩̤̗̼̠̜̏̒̋͂͜m̴̧̳̯͙̣̤̙̞͎̲̟̞̤̼̭̼̠̦̱͙̜͚͖͎̪̖̦̰̹̘̩͕͈͒̇̕͜͝͝ẻ̴̼̣̠̜̫̮̦̣̭̲͔̼̟͇̠̪͕͕̭͚̄̔̆̾͐̾́̈́͂͐̓̀̈́̽̂̾̂̈̓̾̓̅̀͂̄͐́͂͠͝͝.̸̡̮̪̻̩̝̮̞͖͉̭͍̙͕͔̗͓͐̂͆̒͆͂͗͐̚̕͜͜͝͝

Suddenly, Wilbur felt much warmer than he had in the alley.

A/n: have a double upload you beautiful fuckers