True Love || Yandere Skephalo || Discontinued

Chapter 40 - A Talk With Wilbur

Aww Skeppy is adorable :D

Also, you wanna know another fun fact about me?

Fun Fact #4 or something Idk -

In my friend group we have roles, there's the nice one (also the cute one and the boy loli), lets call him Pika (he loves Pikachu), the cosplayer (my VERY best friend), lets call her... Technoblade Simp, the smart one (my crush), we'll call him glasses, then... the mean one (the gay one), I'll call him pink because he loves the color pink. He's a feminine gay. And then there is me- Who doesn't have a role because I can't do anything but be a disappointment

EVERY TIME I ASK MY FRIENDS WHAT IM GOOD AT THEY SAY IM GOOD AT MAKING PEOPLE FEEL BETTER AND NO MATTER WHAT I DO I CAN NEVER BE GOOD AT ANYTHING ELSE I AM A FAILURE AND THEY ALL THINK NOTHING OF ME

Yeah, my only talent is making it so people don't want hurl themselves off a building- but no one does that for meeee- they all come to me for advice and I have no one to go to-

Holy shiz... what if they're just using me to help with their depression- AM I A TOOL?

Believe it or not, but the mean one, "Pink", is the only one out of all of them that has ever let me vent to them- and I don't vent often so it's only happened twice :')

Pika (Nice) and Techno simp (cosplayer) are going through depression so.. I can't really vent to them- uh- yeah they have way worse problems then me so hahaaaaaaaaaaa.....

I'm dying inside.

Idfk where this is going, this was not supposed to become depressing. I'm going to have to make this chapter extra long now because of how much I'm saying here.

-Sincerely, Your Friend, Lemon

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Skeppy's P.O.V. || • Skeppy's House •

After school ended and I got home I laid in my bed and spaced out for a while. I sighed, and looked at my backpack, and after some debating I decided to do my homework.

After doing my homework for some time over an hour I decided to call Wilbur. I picked up my phone, went to his contact, and pressed the call icon.

"Hello?"

"Hey Will.. can you come to my house?"

"Wha.. oh! Okay, sure. You live at [insert address here] right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll be there in five minutes."

And with that I ended the call. I sat on my bed and waited for a little while, before I heard a knock on my door. I went over and opened it, to see Wilbur there.

"Oh, hey, how'd you get in?" I asked, as I let him enter my room. "Your mother let me in." He said. I nodded and shut my door behind him. "So, I'm guessing you wanted to talk about Riley." He said, as he sat down on my bed. He sat with one leg on top of the other. I sat down in my desk chair, and turned to face Wilbur. I nodded.

"Thought so. To be honest, I don't like Riley. Neither does George, although I'm the only one that can tell George doesn't like her." He said. "I'm not surprised, you're very observant." I replied. He simply nodded.

"She acts all happy-go-lucky, and pretends to be nice, but it's too obvious what she's thinking. People are just blinded by her looks and how she tried to appear very kind. It distracts people from the deceit and malice behind her eyes." He stated.

"I'm going to be honest with you Zak.. I know her. All too well. I know what she's going to do." Wilbur started. I looked at him in confusion. "She's going to do one of three things. She will either, A, blackmail you into doing what she wants..."

'Ha, what's she gonna blackmail me with?'

"B, trick everyone into hating you..."

'They have no reason to hate me, even if she lies about something I did, Vincent knows me too well to believe her over me.'

"Or C.... bully you.. until you break." He finished quietly. This caught me of guard. "What do you mean by that..?" I questioned.

"She's done it before. She finds things about others and shows them to those who she knows will harm them for it. She gets other people to bully them, so she can keep her reputation. She makes sure people keep bullying the victim until they break. They usually end up moving, but there's still the possibility the victim could commit suicide. I trust you won't give in to that though, right?" He asked. I smirked.

"Tch, of course I won't give in to that. No matter what she tries to put me through, she won't be able to break me." I stated.

'You can't break what's already broken...'

The voice I heard in the back of my head made me sick. It was all too familiar. I hadn't heard it in so long, and I'd hope to never hear that deep demonic voice again. But it was right. You can't break what's already broken.

"The real question is, in all of these situations, how do I get proof that turns it against her?" I asked. Wilbur thought for a moment. "Well... if she tries to blackmail you... then you could always blackmail her in return. Although there isn't much of anything she could blackmail you on... if she tries to get them to hate you... she'll probably just lie to them.. like telling them you hurt her.. or bullied her.. or even frame you for doing something, not to her, but something to someone else, just worse. The bullying scenario... well.. I don't think that will be much a problem." He said. I nodded.

"Although the first two aren't too much to worry about either. Vincent would definitely believe you over ever, and me and George will always be on your side when you're against her. Seeing as we hate her and all." He added.

"Right. Now, the real problem is what to do so she doesn't get in the way. If she was to not do any of these things then she could easily win over his affection. He's known her longer than he's known me." I said. The thought of her winning Darryl over made my stomach twist. It made me angry. It made my blood boil. It made me feel hatred. A lot of hatred.

"Wait what? I didn't know any of this..." Nick said, now dumbfounded. "Of course you didn't idiot..." I muttered. "What was that?" Asked Wilbur. I forgot he was here. "Oh- uh.. nothing. It was nothing, just me being uhh... mental.. as you put it." I said. He nodded in a confused manner.

"Oh wait! You mean how you said you see Nick's ghost? You actually think you see that? You're so organized when it comes to murder but you're so far gone that I don't even know how you can commit a proper murder." He said. I rolled my eyes. "I'm not even that far gone." I said with a sigh.

"Right right, anyways just like every other villain, what's your tragic backstory?" Wilbur asked. I stared at him for a moment. "Excuse me?" I finally responded. "Your tragic backstory, your traumatic event.. you know, what made you like this? What made you have haphephobia?" He asked, seemingly very interested in this.

"I don't have one... my life is really bland.. I know. I just don't have one." I said. Wilbur sighed. "Aw man, that would've been so cool." He said falling back onto my bed.

"That's obviously a lie. I'm pretty sure people don't just get the fear of being touched for no reason." Said Nick. 'You don't know shit. I just don't like being touched. Plus, you're dead, now be quiet.' I thought, this time remembering Wilbur was still here.

This sure was an eventful conversation.

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Hdhdkmsnekxpox jenskso I wanted to make this just because- hope you enjoyed it hahaaaaaaaaaaaaa- It's short- sorry-