A/N: hey, this is the writing of one of my friends> @ A_Potato_In_A_Minefield on AO3, go check out their writing, it's pretty great.
The tall brunette exited his office after an uncharacteristically long stream. He was rubbing his eyes which hurt a bit from staring at the screen so intently for so long.
It was at this moment, his hands pressed into his eyes, that he accidentally stepped on something, and immediately jumped back at the loud honk his step elicited.
Eight hours. It had been eight straight hours or playing the Untitled Goose game, and yes he may have gotten a little side tracked a few times, but it wasn't his fault! It was chat! They were extremely distracting. It was really easy to get carried away with a bit for ages with them eagerly egging him on.
And so, now, finally free of his office and headed home, Wilbur found himself face to face with a real, live, goose.
But, why?
Why on earth would there be a goose on the sidewalk just randomly in the middle of Brighton? He rubbed his eyes again, sure he must be seeing things.
