This can't be real ~ qsmp

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Wilbur POV

    I was getting ready for the day when I heard a knock on my door.  I finished what I was doing then opened the door.  Charlie, Foolish, Bad, and two people I didn't know where standing in front of me.

    "Come on in," I said.  "Anyone want food?"

    "Yes please," Foolish said.

    They all sat down on the couch while I went to get some sandwiches for them.  I walked back into the room, handed them the food, then sat down in the chair across from them.

    "So what is this?" I asked.

    "First of all we want to apologize to you for not believing in you," Charlie said while Bad and Foolish nodded.  "Secondly, we want you to know that you aren't having dreams of an alternate reality.  You're seeing your past life."

    My past life?  How did they know this?  Also who are the other two people in my house? 

    "I know it's a lot to take in but Charlie is telling you the truth Wilbur," the man dressed in a color block hoodie said.

    "How do you know my name?" I asked. 

    "You don't know who I am but you used to," he said.  "My name is Karl."

    "And I'm Skeppy," the man in a light blue hoodie said.

    "Okay, and why suddenly do you three believe me?" I asked.  I was starting to get skeptical of the people sitting in front of me.

    "It's a long story," Bad spoke.  "It has to do with our memories getting messed up and whatnot."

    "The events you keep seeing in your dreams happened hundreds of years ago," Skeppy said.

    Why'd he tell me that?  Are these people immortal or something?  Unless they were reincarnated.  I was pulled from my thoughts by a knock on my door.  I excused myself for a moment before opening the door.  Phil stood there with Tallulah and Chayanne.  I let them in the went back to my seat.

    "So I'm not going insane?" I asked.  They all nodded.

    "What's going on?" Phil asked as he sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting in.

    "Apparently I'm seeing my past life rather than an alternate reality," I summed up what I had been told so he could be up to date.

    "Are you all immortal?" Phil asked the question I had been think about for the past few minutes.

    The people sitting on the couch gave each other quick glances before nodding.  The only one to shake their head no was Bad.

    "Technically, I'm a totem god," Foolish said while rubbing the back of his neck. 

    "Okay.." I whispered.  My leg started bouncing as my thoughts began to race.  So these people are immortal besides Bad and one of them is a god.  What if they're messing with me?  What if this is all a prank?  But I've never seen Karl or Skeppy before.  Wait, yes I have.  Skeppy was standing next to Bad when we were all surrounding Schlatt.  Schlatt...  He threw me out of my own country.  And my son, my sweet son.  He tore down the walls that I built to keep him safe.

    I was pulled from my thoughts as Phil put his hand on my shoulder.  I looked up from the floor to find that everyone was staring at me, even the children.

    "I think you should calm down there Wil," Phil spoke softly as if I would freak out if he spoke any louder.

    "I'm fine," I said sharply.  Karl was staring intensely at me.  I could feel his gaze boring into my soul.

    I got up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.  Putting my hands on the counter, I looked into the mirror.  I didn't look like me but at the same time I did.  I had red eyes and the white streak in my hair had spread slightly.  I could no longer hide that streak without my hair looking off.

    I felt off.  It was as if I was torn between two things all the time.  At the same time, I felt more alive than ever.  In all honesty I was kinda wanting to blow up something.  I need a button and a crap ton of TNT.  I could blow up everything when the election results are announced.  That's perfect!  Everyone will be in the same place at the same time.  No!  Blowing up people's hard work is wrong.  But why does it feel so right?  I shouldn't want to do this but I do.  I know that what I'm wanting to do is wrong.  I'm not going to blow anything up.  I already have so why does it matter if I do it again?  I haven't blown anything up.  But I have?  I haven't.  And I won't.  That's final.

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