One Normal Night

chapter 8;; confession

Just as Wilbur was falling,

falling in the void,

he felt something cold hitting him.

Like water, what the fuck?

He jolts up, drenched in water. He was in the lab.

What just happened,

was he dreaming?

No, it felt way too real to be a simple dream.

“What the fuck ” he mumbles, looking around. A sharp pain in his head was there, as he winces. He tried to move, but he was tied down to the chair. He looked around to see if anyone else was in the lab.

He sees April.

“Hello?” he says, catching her attention.

“You're awake” she says, walking up to him. “What happened, why am I tied up” Wilbur asked, as April kneeled down next to him. “You attacked your winged friend, managed to actually rip their wings off” April says.

Wilbur's eyes widen, him becoming violent? Especially to a watcher for crying out loud? How was he still standing, still alive. He should've been killed for even trying to murder a watcher, a god, but he wasn't.

“I.. I did?” Wilbur asked, making sure he was hearing right. April gave a nod, resting her hand on his. “Why did you do that ” she asked. Even if he would never do something like that, he had motives to do so. He had every single motive to rip their wings off, but still.

He was shivering, as the water was cooling down. “Where is Persona now?” Wilbur asked, looking at April. His glasses were sliding off, and it was becoming annoying to try and adjust them with his head.

“They're, dead” April said coldly. Silence filled the lab, as Wilbur couldn't process it.

Dead? Weren't watchers immortal?

How can Persona be dead, if they were a watcher.

“Died, of blood loss?” Wilbur asked. April nodded.

Unless.

Unless, Persona wasn't a true watcher, which would explain of why they're dead.

But, then wouldn't they be revived like he was? By Suto?

Questions buzz in his head, he wanted answers for all of them but won't get it.

Donnie poked his head in his lab, and immediately eyed April's hand on Wilbur. He couldn't help but to feel hurt, as he cleared his throat. Wilbur and April look at him, and April quickly moves her hand away. “He's awake, I'll leave you two be ” April says, getting up and heading out. Donnie and Wilbur exchanged glances, as the awkward silence fills the room.

“So, are you going to untie me?” Wilbur said, breaking the silence. Donnie walks over, undoing the rope. “What really happened, you both seemed to get along so well” Donnie asked.

Wilbur seemed hesitant, but gives in.

“I wasn't joking when I said I was basically getting kidnapped ” he starts, gaining a confused hum from Donnie. “Persona, is one of three watchers who have made my life a living hell, fuck I'm not even supposed to be here I'm supposed to be dead” he says, empathizing on the 'dead' part. Donnie looked over, in hopes to see something that proves he was lying. Joking. Something.

But nothing, he didn't seem like he was lying. It was so strange to see someone perfectly mix distress and calmness, but Wilbur managed to capture it.

“How did this all start” Donnie asked, curious.

Wilbur sighed, then told him. Everything. In needed detail with vague memories, even pausing to take a breather, before continuing.

Of deaths, of the gods, of everything.

Donnie seemed intrigued, invested, hearing Wilbur go on a ramble. But it wasn't a good ramble, like when he's talking about his inventions.

This one was dark.

And all he can do is listen, knowing he can't help.

But he helps, by listening and believing.

Because in the end, Wilbur wasn't lasting long.

So it's the best he can do, listen.

He couldn't understand why, were they so harsh,

on Wilbur, on Tommy.

They made sure, to use his attachments, as a way to hurt him.

It was pathetic, but in this case, it sadly worked.

He was on his own, and determined to find a happy ending. To bring his loved one back; Tommy.

Or to join him, as he waltz with death.