𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

Once Ranboo had finished up laughing at his own joke, Wilbur had jumped up, using trees as was to push himself forward as he screamed out his brother's name.  He knew there was only one sure way of getting him back, but he wanted to make sure Ranboo wasn't there when he resorted to that option in the end.

Ranboo followed as best he could, but he was used to rolling plains of grass and flower fields.  Not darkness and trees.  Lots and lots of trees.  So, he fell behind quickly, and ended up going off in his own direction to search for the small boy.

Once Wilbur heard that there was no one behind him, he decided to do the unthinkable.

But this was his younger brother.

He'd stop at nothing to make sure he's safe.

"Jschlatt," he whispered, trying not to attract the angel.

Sadly, he was given no response. 

"Jschlatt... come on, you always showed up when I didn't want you there.  Why can't you show up now?  You wanted me, right?  So I could go insane?  You put me in this mess!  NOW GET TOMMY THE FUCK OUT OF IT!!  HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS," he screamed.

He was screaming at the top of his lungs, but it felt good.  He needed a way to get his emotions out.  And this... it was a nice way.

"Woah, I didn't put you in this mess babe," a voice said from behind the blind man.  "Technically those brothers of yours did."

"Where's Tommy," Wilbur seethed.  "You know, you're supposed to know everything, right?!  So where the hell is he?!"

"Don't worry, he's safe."

"Safe where?!"

"At my place," Jebodia replied curtly.

I tried to use Goggle voice search to make sure I was spelling it correctly, only for it to think I was saying WWE.  Kill me now.

"Can you bring him here please?  I want to see him," Wilbur pleaded.

"Alright.  But first, you are my disciple.  I do believe some praise is in order."

Wilbur could practically see the smirk on the devil's face.  He started trying to get on his knees, struggling from being sight impared and on uneven ground.

"Besides, it's not like you can really see him anyway, you should probably watch how you word things," the demon added.

Wilbur hated him.  He fucking hated this creature in front of him.  How did he ever find those jokes or jabs at him charming in a sense?  Sure he wasn't bursting at the seams with laughter and joy, but he still found that he was getting along with him.  That was good enough, right?

Wrong, apparently.

"Jschlatt, you are my god.  No, you're more than that," Wilbur said, trying to sound happy and grateful.

He wanted to vomit.  He could feel bile rising up in his throat with every passing  word.

But this wasn't for him.

It was for Tommy.

He had to be strong for his brother.

"You are my idol, and I would kiss the ground you walk on if requested."

"That sounds a bit tempting..." Jschlatt trailed off.  "But, I guess you've said enough for me to give you a compromise."

"What?!"

"Don't get too excited now.  How about... I bring your brother straight to that goodey two shoes from the sky... but you take his place," Jebodia suggested.

"Take his place," Wilbur asked, confused.

"Yeah, take his place.  Y'know... in Hell and stuff."

"I go to Hell, Tommy comes home safe?"

"Exactly."

"I go to Hell, Tommy comes home safe," Wilbur repeated to himself softly.  "Alright.  But can I at least talk to him first."

"You know what, since you're just a good little worshiper today, I'll indulge you."

And with a snap of clawed demonic fingers, Wilbur was sitting on Tommy's bed, with a little boy and a strange purple slime person watching him intently.