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It was a foggy night, and Wilbur was on his way home to see his family, which consisted of his father: Philza, The Angel of Death. His mother: Kristin, the goddess of death. His little brother: Tommy.  And finally his friend: Technoblade, aka the Blood god, who had grown to be like his big brother. 

Wilburs night was fine until he bumped into someone. That was when everything changed....

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  It was 10:30 pm, Wilbur was walking home through the little town in which he lives. He personally always loved late night walks. They were so calming. These days, he would calm his head by walking down the streets of the village. Just not having to think about anything. Letting his mind go completely empty... That feeling was something he wished he would always have... 

Most people were asleep, but sometimes he could see a little light shining through a window. He walked down the street towards his house when he all of a sudden bumped into someone.... Wilburs glasses dropped on the floor

"Oh, I am so sorry sir." The stranger he bumped into said.

Wilbur turns to the stranger, "Oh its okay, don't worry about it. What's your name, little one?"

"My name is not something you should worry about... Are you okay sir?"

I'm fine..... It is quite late why aren't you at home? You look like a child of 10 years. You shouldn't be out here alone it is far too dangerous!" Wilbur exclaims.

"I could ask you the same thing Wilbur...." The stranger says and smiles at Wilbur, "Have a nice evening!".  The stranger starts to walk away.

"Wait!", Wilbur exclaims, "You still haven't told me your name! and how do you know mine!? I didn't tell you! Wilbur quickly picks up his glasses once he realizes they fell on the floor and he walks after the stranger.

The stranger turns around and says: "As I said, my name is not important. What is important is you, Wilbur." She walks away and disappears in the mist....

"Why is everyone so irritated lately? Is it too much to ask for someones name nowadays? And what did she mean with: 'My name is not important, but you are'. Why was I important suddenly..."  Wilbur sighs and starts walking further towards his house. But on his way, he couldn't stop thinking about the stranger. Who was she? Why was she in such a rush? How did she know me...?

When he arrives at home, he quietly enters the house so he doesn't wake up anyone. He enters his room and lets himself fall down on his bed. When all of a sudden some kind of mist forms in his room. A person appears, it's the stranger from earlier this evening. 

Wilbur gasps, "What the-..."

"Hello", The stranger says calm, "Did you miss me?" The stranger say with a slight smirk.

"How the..., who are you?" Wilbur exclaims.

"Who I am is not important, but do you know who you are, Wilbur?" The stranger says.

"Yes of course I know who I am! I am Wilbur, Wilbur Soot. I live with Philza, Kristin, Tommy and Technoblade. I make music and music is my passion."

"Hmm okay but think about this: If I took your name away and changed it to dave, would you still be you?" The stranger suddenly says. "And if you weren't able to make music, would you still be the person you are now?"

"Of course I would be still me!", Wilbur says, "Names are no different than labels, I would still be me, but with a different title. and I have a passion for music, but without it I am still me. The me who loves my brother and parents. The me who lives here and roams this body..."

"Exactly.... so if you are not your name or your passion for music, then who are you....?" The stranger asks.

Wilbur think about the questions for a bit and then decides to say: "I am kind, I am someone who listens, I love my family, I love the people around me. Those are who I am."

"And... what if.. you wouldn't have your family, or would be mean, would you still be you?"

"If I was mean, if I had no family, even if I didn't have the name Wilbur, I would still be the person who had been shaped by experiences, the person who can help others."

"So if those things don't make you who you are..? Then who are you really?" The stranger asks again.

Wilbur sits in silence for a while, staring at the person before him. "I..." Wilbur looks up at the stranger, thinking really hard. But not getting to a conclusion. "I... I don't know, I don't have an answer to that." Wilbur admits.

"Think about it Wilbur. Please..." The stranger says and then disappears in thin air...

"What... What just happened... Who am I...? Why was that the question, why did she sound so desperate to know...? Who was she...." With those thoughts Wilbur lays down on his bed. He kept thinking about that one question... "Who am I...?"

----------------------------------The next morning----------------------------------

Wilbur wakes with a jolt, he sits up and looks around. "What the hell?". He sits there for a moment, in silence, trying to remember what happened last night or if it was all a dream.

He then gets out of bed and walks downstairs, to see his family gathered for breakfast in the kitchen.

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