Wilbur groans, waking up.
The flooring was, softer this time. A lot softer.
It was concrete, marble flooring, anything like that.
It was carpet.
He looks up, seeing a rather messy office with papers on the floor.
He gets up, looking around more.
A office that was mainly abandoned, like people were working one day and immediately left.
It was, eeriely strange.
Of how quiet it was.
For a split second.
“Oh, hello? I wasn't expecting anyone new in the game code ” said a montone voice. Wilbur jolts, looking around for the source of the voice. “I'll introduce myself, I am The Narrator. And you must be?” he asked Wilbur.
“.. Wilbur ” Wilbur replied back, hesitantly. Paper shuffling could be heard as the Narrator cleared his throat.
“Alright, I can make this work. Now, Wilbur, you're in my game right? You're in my story, and in this choices can be made” The Narrator says. Wilbur gives a slow nod, still unsure of everything really. “You can continue forward, until you see two doors” The Narrator says, as Wilbur walked. He looked around his surroundings.
Everything was in an office, so he wasn't worried that he'll die by some random shooting again. And at least he could get actual food in here. The humming of the lights was soft, so it wasn't unbearable.
“Sta—.. ahem.. Wilbur walked to a set of doors. He takes the left one ” The Narrator says, as two doors open in front of Wilbur. One to the left, and one to the right.
Wilbur was already planning to go in the left one, but he sees in the corner of his eyes something crossing in the right direction. He goes in, looking for another source of life. The door closes behind him, revealing more hallways. “Alright fine” the Narrator says, sighing. Wilbur continued the walk, looking around.
“Hey um, Narrator? How long have you been in this building?” Wilbur asked. “Oh, well for a while really, when the game first came out” the Narrator says. Wilbur gives a nod, unsure of really how long exactly was the game made.
Something falling over and someone running could be heard in a office. Wilbur stops, his heart freezing as he stands in front of the office. “Narrator, is there someone else here in this game?” Wilbur asked. The Narrator checked through his scripts, humming. “No, there isn't another person here” he says, gaining a slow nod from Wilbur.
Someone else was here, he could feel it.
Wilbur seem to eventually grow comfortable, usually talking to the Narrator, joking, and such.
He felt so casual.
He felt slightly free,
and it was very strange.
Where were the watchers,
was he alone? Did they leave him alone?
Only one could hope,
as someone watched him.
Not Suto, not Teyz.
Someone, else.
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One Normal Night
FanfictionMaybe.. maybe gods aren't always oh-so nice, and Wilbur realizes that too late into his life. His, "deal"
