Remember Who We Are(Wilbur x Reader, DISCONTINUED)

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Y/N was in shock, her world felt like a complete lie, how exactly could her father be alive? She saw him die, watched him bleed out. Nothing made sense anymore, she couldn't wrap her head around anything, nothing was making sense. She had tuned out the two men that were asking if she was okay, she couldn't hear anything nor wanted to hear anything. Eyes closed as she felt tears form, she wasn't going to cry, this wasn't going to make her cry. She hadn't cried since what she believed to be his actual death and everything that happened when she thought that she had lost her parents. But now hearing that one of them was alive she felt betrayed.

"Y/N?" It was Phil that spoke up trying to get her back to reality and not in her head and thoughts. But it didn't seem to work. The world was dark to her right now, her world was dark and she didn't see light at the end of the tunnel at all. This had all been her fathers way to get her attention. His way of making it so he could try to kill her, she had learned that when she was born that her father never truly wanted her. He hadn't became abusive towards her nor her mother but he did become colder, rarely payed attention to her. Though she still loved him, that was until she watched him kill her mother, that night forward she saw him as a monster.

"It's fine, I'm fine. Let's just go, forget about everything we talked about and get back to the bunker with whatever supplies we can."

"You don't have to act like it's fine." Phil spoke up knowing that Y/N was feeling angry. She stared at him as if she was going to rip his head off. Both Wilbur and Phil held their hands up in defense and surrendered that they weren't going to ask her anymore. The trio held tightly to their swords as they ventured out on their way to get supplies. Luckily for them they only ran into a handful of infected. Y/N even ended up taking out about three of them. Wilbur took out about six and Phil took out two. Did she feel bad that she got more kills then Phil? No, it made her feel good about herself that she had learned and was able to protect herself. It meant if this blew up in her face and any of the boys got infected she would run and survive before this was all over. However long that would be until.

The group was silent walking back with their supplies that they had gathered. They knew that they needed to get back before nightfall and it was getting dark already. Charlie, Ranboo, and Tommy would soon get worried about them. And Y/N knew that it was going to a long night already with all the information that she had learned. She didn't even know if she'd be getting any sleep that night. A sigh left her lips as Phil and Wilbur walked ahead of her. Her eyes stayed focused at the world around her and everything else that could possibly consist of her and the others fighting but her mind was racked with so many questions for not only herself but her father if she ever saw him again. But also at the same time she wanted to kill her father. Sweet revenge for everything that she was forced to see and grow up with. Y/N after all had been forced to grow up grieving the loss of both parents when in reality her father had been alive the whole time.

Y/N hated the idea of the whole idea that this felt like her father's doing to get rid of her. She didn't know for sure if this was a targeted attack but it sure felt like it was. After all it was her apartment that got attacked in the first place almost killing her. So this had to be an attack targeted towards her, sighing softly she ran a hand through her hair and stared towards the duo. How could they be so calm? There was a possibility that within minutes they could get attacked and one of them could die. But then again Phil said he was immune. It still didn't make sense on exactly what the whole term meant but was it just Phil that was immune. No, he said they chose people who were immune, more along the lines of their blood was what made them immune.

Was she immune? Y/N's mind was making her regret everything, even saying that the person that created the whole virus was her father. She felt isolated, she felt that the duo hated her. After all if it was her fathers fault it was just as much hers. No, it couldn't be her fault. But why did she feel so guilty?

Just as night fell the group made it back to the bunker and put away the supplies that they had got. Y/N refreshed herself with a shower. Though she rarely actually got clean she just needed a place to cry her worries away and let her emotions out without the group knowing. Nobody spoke of what Phil did or what happened, she knew they wouldn't. But this was more her fault then Phil's she understood that now, all he was doing was protecting his wife so she didn't die. But if Phil was immune didn't that mean that she would be immune as well? Y/N's head couldn't wrap around the concept of what the fuck an immune was.

Wrapping her hair into the towel she dressed and dried her hair. She would have to have a discussion with Phil about everything that happened without the others around. Maybe during training one day. But for now she would have to wait and get sleep. But she knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep. Hand ran through her hair as she groaned out under her breath as she looked around the room taking in the small details admiring small things she didn't notice when she had first gotten to the bunker. It seemed that the boys had plenty of time to decorate this all before all of this happened. So how long had they known this would happen? Shaking her head her thoughts and questions got interrupted as the door to her shared room opened.

"Oh sorry I'm not used to sharing the room with anybody else except Charlie." Ranboo spoke up rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled softly. Y/N didn't know how many rooms there was exactly in the bunker but she didn't mind sharing a room.

"Don't worry about it. I was just lost in thought that I didn't hear the door open." Y/N laughed as she looked at Ranboo. "Were you going to head to sleep?"

"Nah Tommy wanted me to grab this one book that I had recommended so I'll just get that and leave ya be. You should get some sleep though I can tell that you need it." He offered her a smile even though his mask covered it. She knew she'd probably never see the male with it off and she honestly didn't care. Y/N was slowly beginning to trust everyone in this bunker and realized that attacking Phil earlier wasn't going to benefit her.

Fuck Phil. He practically knew just about everything there was to know about her father and her.

Her.

Did he know anything about her? Had her father ever mentioned her?

Why would he if this was a formulated attack on her?

She was stupid for thinking that her father would even love her enough to mention her. But formulating a whole virus to try to eliminate her? This was fucked up. The door closed and she was left with thoughts and her head. Her dreadful head that was causing her to slowly lose all faith she had in this world ever going back to normal. Was there even a cure like Phil had said? She honestly doubted it.

Eyes heavy as she stared at the ceiling. Sleep welcoming her like an old friend.

Until it was darkness and a voice whispered in her ear.

"They'll find you. You're not safe. RUN."