Why Wilbur

Fundy's L'manberg

Fundy's POV

My new bedroom felt cold and dusty.  There was cobwebs in the corners, and the new home was so huge for it to be entirely heated properly.  While I enjoyed the space, the new home felt a bit lonely.  It didn't feel like the warm  logs of my old home with Wilbur and Sally.  Most kids would be grateful to live here, but I didn't feel so grateful.  I missed my home, the place I was born and the place I could be happy in.  I couldn't feel at home here, or appreciate my new Dad, as much as I wanted. To me, the only thing charming about my new home was the rainbow glass windows. It wasn't in my home of L'manberg, but my home L'manberg was destroyed.  Reconstruction started already, but I haven't went back since.

My own father blew up the safe place he created for us.  My safe place went up in fire and smokes and my own father caused the spark.   His own selfishness, his own power hungry behaviors, that mattered more to him than me.

I try to think fondly of the times at the start of the country.  I remember Wilbur holding me tight, calling me his Champion, telling me that the green bastard would not hurt me when I had nightmares in the early days of Dream destroying my home.  I remember frolicking in the docks of L'manberg, being taught how to swim in the waters with the older citizens of L'manberg.  I remember the horrors of the first war, where we were killed by my new father, ironically enough.

Wilbur always talked over me, and never truly listened to me.  I wish he did for a few moments.  It felt like he was too busy focusing on the country and our home, more than he did me.  I get it was important.  He was President after all.  Wilbur did a good job at making such a special place for me.  However, it's like that's all that ever mattered.  He cared more about his power than his own son.

I don't know how to feel about his death.  My own Grandpa slaughtered him, after my own Dad detonated my home.  Wilbur Soot, the Father I loved despite how much he wouldn't listen to me, was viewed as a terrorist, traitorous person.  He abandoned me and blew up what meant everything to me.

I didn't get to have a normal father.  He never took me on fishing trips to the dock, he never celebrated my accomplishments. He never did activities with just me and him.  He always paid more attention to his brothers and to his enemy Dream than me.  He was never there to take care of me when I was sick. He never listened to me, only tossed me aside when I tried to have a moment.  He never tossed a ball with me in the fields of L'manberg.  I have trust issues and internal scars from the neglect by Soot.  I'm pretty badly depressed and hurt.  I have trauma from seeing my home destroyed in my eyes and the sound of Dream's chaotic laugh at the destruction of everything. 

Wilbur Soot broke me like he broke my L'manberg.

Eret is my new father now, but I do not know how to give him a chance.  Maybe it's better to not have a relationship with a parent.  You can't get hurt that way.