𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

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Sorry I've been neglecting this account lately, things have been stressful and people who are reading stuff from my main have convinced me to make a book about Grillby. And do a door reveal.

I swear, some of ya'll have problems.

"RUN!!"

That was the last thing Tom heard. His older brother screaming at him to run.

So the boy ran as fast as his legs could carry him, trying to get to the forest. Whatever he was running from couldn't catch him there. The trees were so densely packed that no one could navigate through them.

Unless you were Tommy. He grew up running around the woods, so he had the upper hand.

He sprinted right in without hesitation, dodging thick roots and fallen branches with ease. He didn't hear footsteps behind him, yet he didn't slow.

He didn't want to take any risks. His brother has already done enough to help him get away, but whatever got Wilbur may finish soon and come after him.

So Tommy kept running, till he was in a familiar clearing. One with a field of flowers sprawling out for miles, a cliff that captured the setting sun perfectly, and a run down hut with a self made flag.

"L'Manburg," Tommy muttered.

He slowly walked towards the decaying structure. Who knew what kept him safe from thunderstorms as a little shitling would help protect him from a potential killer.

The boy went inside, and quickly found a hiding spot concealed by shadows. He waited there, trying to hear if anyone was coming.

And soon enough, there were footsteps, and a knock at the 'door' (a piece of plywood covering a hole in the wall).

Tommy peeked out and saw someone he had never seen before, and crawled out. He opened the door and a man in green with a white mask that had a terrifying smile held Wilbur, and was towering over the small boy.

"Hello, I believe your brother will be safe here," the man said.

He walked in and laid Wilbur down on a pile of blankets, and left without a word. Tommy was confused, and a little scared.

He looked over at his older brother, who looked lifeless. There was a gash across his face, crossing through his eyes, but it looked completely healed over and like he'd had it for years.

"Wilbur," Tommy whispered, shaking his shoulder.

No response.

"Wilbur, come on, wake up. I don't like this."

He kept shaking his brother, only to get no response.

Tears pricked at Tommy's eyes as he feared the worst. Was his brother dead? Was he alone now?

Just then, Wilbur snorted, and rolled over, mumbling something along the lines of 'five more minutes.'

Tommy sighed in relief, and crawled over next to his brother.

"Goodnight Wilby," he said.

He fell asleep hugging Wilbur, scared to let go. He didn't want to lose both brothers.

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