Wilbur's Wrath...

Chapter 1

Third Person Pov

Wilbur was sat on the floor by the little black box. Tears were making their way down his face as he plays his guitar. "La Jolla" was softly coming from the strings of his guitar. Tears gently fall onto the wood of the guitar as he plays. It had been only two weeks since he placed the little black box down, two weeks of no sleep. He was too nervous to open the box yet. He knew he had to at some point, just... not now...

A few minutes later, he finally gathers the courage to open the black chest...

Inside there were a multitude of different things. A single poppy, a purple mushroom hat, a set of slime armor, a pink book... and a wooden flute... Wilbur let out a sob before bending down to pick up the pink leather covered book. He runs his fingers across the rough cover of the book before opening the book with trembling hands...

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First chapter! This will be a lot of angst and also there will be fight scenes. Just be aware of that before continuing, I won't be offended if you don't want to read it, it's kinda sad. :)

Anyways, sorry for the cliffhanger 😅