--Wilbur’s perspective--
The woman landed perfectly on the ground, taking long strides towards them as her eyes fixed on Fundy.
“What do you want from us??” Wilbur said, shielding his son from the hybrid.
She rolled her eyes. “Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you…” she narrowed her eyes, “yet… depending on how you react, that is. “
React? React to what? What the hell? What was she up to?
Luna tilted her head as she stopped in front of them, looking at every inch of his son from head to toe. Oh god, she was almost as tall as Wilbur was. “You're… the only hybrid that isn’t demon nor mob based, correct? If you don’t include the pig up in the mountains, and that siamese cat.”
“Umm, yes?” His son said nervously.
They know about his brother? He questioned himself in his mind. How? Techno’s not even here, and Dream’s other sister, Lily, never met—
Unless…
His eyes widened from realization.
He remembered from the message earlier that surveillance was set up…But on them, or on Dream?
Not to mention, Dream spent a few days at his brother’s cabin… meaning they know about THAT incident. Dream’s family… he can tell they are not forgiving… so it’s likely they did not leave his brother alone knowing the now faded mark on Dream’s neck Techno gave.
Shit.
He should get a shovel and some flowers just in case Wilbur visits him again.
“Good,” Luna scratched her ear, still eyeing Fundy. The blood red eyes still remained, as well as the pitch black scleras. “Then let’s get this over with.”
“What are you planning to do with him?” Wilbur demanded, still trying to protect his son.
She smiled darkly. “I want that dork…” she summoned an orange oversized t-shirt and held it to them, “to sniff this.”
...
The Brit blinked. “What?”
“Huh? Fundy looked at her incredulously.
Luna rolled her eyes as she sighed exasperatedly. “You heard me, sniff!” She held the shirt, shaking it with her hand to take it.
“Um, excuse me,” Fundy raised his hand, still looking incredulous, “although I am a hybrid from the canine family, I am not a dog, and I can't track people down from their scent like a dog.”
“Yeah,” Wilbur agreed. His son may be a furry, but definitely not that kind of furry. To be exact, Luna was more of a fitted dog person. His eyes narrowed when he examined the fabric. “Also, isn’t that a women's night-shirt?”
The furry looked even more reluctant after Wilbur said that. “No, no, no, no, no! No way, I don’t wanna take in a scent—it-it’s seems like I’m violating a girl’s privacy—“
“Sniff!” She shoved the top to Wilbur’s chest. “Just...just do it so I can get this over with. Believe me, I don’t wanna have you males touching this precious top, but the situation is inevitable if I don’t have you sniffing the real thing.”
“Real thing?”
“Just…” she sucked her breath through her teeth, clearly showing that she was getting impatient. “Do… it…”
He stared at the orange top… and took it.
Wilbur didn’t see any harm on the clothing, so it should be safe right?
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