𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛

Wilbur looked at the mass he assumed was Tommy, and wondered who made up the second blurry silhouette.

"Wilbur?  What are you doing here," Tommy asked.

"I'll tell you later.  Who's with you," Wilbur questioned, pointing at the other person.

"That's Purpled!  He's my friend since Tubbo isn't able to come hang out," Tommy exclaimed.  "He's great at board games!  He doesn't go easy on me like you and Techno do."

Wilbur saw part of the mass start to move, and he assumed it was Purpled waving.

"Well, hate to shake it to ya kid, but it's time to tell Purpled goodbye," Jschlatt stated from the doorway.  "You're heading home."

"What?  But I like it here!  It's fun," Tommy complained.

"I know, but your brother decided that I'm a bad influence, so he's taking your place.  Now, say hello to your mom for me, tell her I still hope her marriage fails."

Then Jschlatt snapped his fingers, and Tommy was gone.  Purpled slinked away, most likely to go back to his jar.  Jschlatt went over and sat on the bed next Wilbur, then layed down on his back.

"So, you still glad to be trading spots with the little brat," he asked.  "I mean... it seems like he liked it down here."

"Well, you go crazy when you're here, right?  I still think I made the right call."

"Yeah, that's not true," Jschlatt deadpanned.  "That's something XD came up with.  Has never been proven.  I just let him have his delusions, no sense in arguing with stupid."

"So I'm not going to lose my mind," Wilbur interrogated skeptically.

"Are you sure you haven't lost it already?  You're a devil worshiper."

Wilbur didn't know how to reply.  There was no words that could fit his current predicament.  But, if anything, he at least knew his brother was safe. 

"Do you know what happened to Technoblade," Wilbur asked quietly.

"Him?  Oh yeah, he went to go join some legion of angels after finding out about your fucked up family tree," Jschlatt replied.

"So he's not dead?!"

"Nope, but I doubt he'll want to talk to you thanks to his new profession and your fun little hobby."

"Will he be able to help Toms?  I need to know he's not going to be alone."

"He's got that Niki chick, plus, I'm pretty sure he can handle himself just fine."

"He's a kid!  He can't handle himself!"

"Maybe that's what you think.  He's a pretty resilient little fuck, I'll give that to him.  Maybe you should have a little faith in him.  Plus, you have bigger things to be worrying about."

"Such as," Wilbur questioned, obviously nervous.

"I've been looking for a right hand man."

Jschlatt sat up and stretched a bit, bones and joints cracking and popping like a mortal's might.  He hopped off the bed and began to make his way towards the door, only to stop and look at Wilbur.

"And a companion of sorts would be nice too," he added.

"Like... friends?"

"You know what I mean."

And with that, he walked off, leaving the blind man struggling to exit the room.