One Normal Night

Chapter 14;; Afar

Ending after ending, the story ends seemed so infinite.
From the Zending to the Countdown,
the Narrator had it all.
Wilbur and Tommy seemed to enjoy it, because they don't die. They come back, it's like they're immortal.

The Narrator eventually gives both the gemstones Tommy mentioned about. Tommy couldn't had been happier, and Wilbur seemed to cherish it.

They grew close, like friends. Like new found family.
The Narrator became a father figure rather quickly to Tommy, who called him 'Narra' or 'Dad', filling the Narrator with pure joy and glee.
It's almost like, they're meant to be a family, a untied close family.

Narrator never expected this type of relationship with his characters in the story, even if they aren't technically his characters, it was strange.
He never planned to be a father figure of two strangers, but he couldn't help but to grow close to them.

They just seemed so happy around him.
And Wilbur was taking note on it, seeing Tommy in pure joy, calling Narrator his dad, seeing him be himself, made him happy.

Because, when Tommy is happy, it's like nothing could go wrong. Because all that matters right now, is that Tommy is happy, content, and safe.
And Narrator treated him like his own son, and Wilbur couldn't help but to slowly grow fond of it.

He doesn't remember the last time, he had to put down the "father figure" title for a moment, and be seen just as a son to someone. Not a leader, not a replacement father. A son, someone's own kid.
He couldn't help, but to feel safe.

They explored the building, joking around, seeing different endings. It was nice, maybe this was it.
Maybe the gods grew tired, and let him rest here.

He wasn't complaining, after all he had Tommy with him.
And that's all that matters.

Narrator would go on a rant about someone named Stanley, or ramble about shrimp facts. Tommy would be intrigued, adding his opinion in these topics, even if he knew nothing. And Wilbur would laugh away, or usually join in.

It was comforting.
He, felt comforting to be around.

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But, Wilbur couldn't help but to feel like they were getting watched.
Watched by someone, specifically the gods.
He didn't feel truly safe and comfortable, he felt like at any second, he's going to get attacked. From any corner, he'll step into some trap made by the gods and die.
Die in front of Tommy, die in front of the Narrator.
Or what if Tommy dies again.
What if, what if.

So many questions and worries buzz through Wilbur's head, usually clogging his mind.
He just couldn't help it.

Because he's been tricked by the gods before, and they probably know they Persona is most likely dead.

He wouldn't be surprised really.
Because he knew he murdered a god in cold blood, and he'll most likely suffer twice for that.

But until then, he tries to push that behind him, far in his thoughts. He doesn't need to worry the Narrator or Tommy.

He wants to keep seeing them, happy.
So he joins in, even if it's slightly fake, but he just wants something to distract himself for the time being.
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And being watched was right.
Because not far from them, was Teyz, who was carefully watching them from afar.
Taking notes of everything.
And keeping a very, very close eye on Wilbur.

Not too close that they'll realize she's following them, but not too far that she wouldn't hear every ounce of the conversations they have.

Maybe the gods, won't ever leave Wilbur alone.
And he knows that they won't, without a fight.

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