-Unfair- Wilbur x Reader

Chapter 18

Pov: Y/N

*in the dream*

I was in a dark room. Infront of me I could see eye shaped holes and saw (...) my life through them? Well this was weird.

The room alightened a bit. It was messy and papers were laying all over the ground of.

I saw some shelves and boxes. All of them were labelled in different categories.

I opened one of the boxes and in it was a vinyl which was labelled with 'my friends'. Suddenly a record player appeared out of nowhere. I put the vinyl in it and a memory began to play.

It was a funny memory. After that was basically a compilation about me tripping over literally nothing and everyone having to laugh about that a little bit too much.

I then found a writing block. Everything that was written in it was about The Backrooms.

The room alightened a little bit more. In a trash can I found a book with some locks on it. It was labelled "Jake"

I quickly turned around after seeing this and saw two lockers.

One was labelled with 'my friends' again. The vinyl was probably from there. And the other locker was labelled with 'Will'? I'm not that obsessed. Come on. That's a lie.

I put one of the vinyls from there into the record player. Those were enjoyable memories. I had to smile whiles watching. I couldn't help it.

But then I decided to look around a bit more. And I wish I would've just continued watching the memory.

In a dark corner of the room I found a box. Locked with about 10 locks. I tried to find out what this was about. I could not see it but feel the letters.

D

A

D

Dad. Dad. Wait.

Suddenly all the locks opened and memories began to play. I panicked and tried to put the locks back on but nothing worked. I was forced to watch it. My eyes were like glued to the 'screen'

The first memories were happy ones. But it got dark quicker than you can count to 20.

"Come on Y/N! You are still my little girl right?"

"I-":My younger self couldn't answer.

"This is your fault!!":My mum yelled at me.

I starred at the memories in shock. This was terrible. I tried everything to wake me up.

My cheeks felt like they were burning because I slapped them so many times.

"Y/N pls, you'll never see me again I'l-" I shut my ears as hard as I could. Just like my younger self did all the time.

Remembering this is one of the things I hoped would never happen.

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I finally woke up. All sweaty, tears in my eyes and I layed in an extremly uncomfy position.

It was 10 AM (the next day at 10 AM). All of these memories were still floating around in my head. I felt like I'm in some kind of trance.

But then I got a call. It kinda woke me up. Whoever is calling me at 10 AM, love ya. It was Will.

"Good Morning! Sorry for calling this early, I hope I didn't woke you up"