*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺ 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

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"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒,

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠,

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠, 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛,

𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑂𝑓 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑛,

𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑂𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛,

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦, 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛,

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠,

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒,

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠."

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It was late.... Too late even... How did I mess this up so bad? I had one task, and I failed. I had to face mother now.... I couldn't do this. Not again. I'll never accomplish to do it right... I failed, not once not twice, but so many times... I felt miserable... Why did this always happen to me? I sat down. It was raining, or were that my tears falling down. Fuck it. I had to do something. I had to find him...

It was 10:22 pm now... It's been almost an hour since I fucked up. I walk down the streets. Trying to calm down. My tears stopped, but I still felt miserable. What would they say... What would mother say.... what would my family say.... I was deep in thought and walked further. Back to the forest, I had to go home. But on my way, I suddenly bumped into something, or was it someone...? I look up and see a boy. Around my age. Why would anyone even be here at the time...?

"Oh, I am so sorry sir..." I quickly say to the boy I bumped into. I see his glasses drop on the floor and I take a good look at his face. 'Wilbur...?' I think to myself.

I watch him turn to me, "Oh its okay, don't worry about it. What's your name, little one?" I hear him speak. 'Little one'? What did he think? That I was 10?

"My name is not something you should worry about... Are you okay sir?" I quickly say. Should I just immediately ask him? He doesn't know me... He would think I'm crazy...

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!" I hear him talk and I chuckle to myself. This man really thought I was some helpless kid...

"I could ask you the same thing Wilbur...." I say with a smile. Next time I'll ask him. I have to wait, "Have a nice evening!". I walk past him. Not bothering to wait for an answer.

"Wait!", he exclaims, "You still haven't told me your name! and how do you know mine!? I didn't tell you!"

I turn around and notice he has his glasses on. He still looks like that kid. That kid needing protection. That kid not knowing about what happened at night...

"As I said, my name is not important. What is important is you, Wilbur." I walk away and disappear in what seems like some sort of mist. But I can't stop thinking about whether I should have asked the question immediately or not....

I start walking back to the forest. I had to speak to mother now... I didn't want to but I had to do it sometime, so better get it over with, right? I could just imagine her disappointed look when I got back for the umpteenth time. I walked into the forest, when my thoughts started taking over my mind. Couldn't I just save him? It isn't over right? If I managed to do so, she would be proud, right? What if I tried...

I turned around and ran back to the village I was in before. I had to solve this...

-----------------------------Later that night--------------------------

Wilbur gasps, "What the-..."

"Hello", Suddenly there I am, in Wilburs room, "Did you miss me?" I 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?" I had to ask the question eventually... and now seemed like the right time.

"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."

'Tommy....' I thought to myself. I looked at Wilbur, I could recognize Tommy's face a bit in his.

"Hmm okay but think about this: If I took your name away and changed it to dave, would you still be you?" I sigh, this was gonna be harder then I thought, "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....?" I say a tiny bit annoyed, but Wilbur doesn't seem to notice that.

I can see him think about the questions for a bit and then he speaks up: "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?" I ask him hopefully, he seemed to finally pick up on the point...

I watch him sit there in silence for a while, staring at me. He seems to be thinking... "I..." Wilbur starts,"I... I don't know, I don't have an answer to that." Wilbur admits.

Of course he doesn't know.... This was gonna be harder then it looked... Maybe I should just go back to mother... No. I couldn't I was gonna do this. For me, mother and Tommy...

"Think about it Wilbur. Please..." I say almost sounding as if I was pleading him to do so.

I disappear into thin air, leaving Wilbur alone in his room. Lost in the question. He had to find out... He had to....

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