𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 (Sleepy Bois Inc) /Discontinued/

-15-

Wilbur
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Cold. No- not cold- freezing. Alone, freezing, and slowly loosing my shit. My current state of well being wasn't ideal, but not quite insufferable yet.

The chill air and soft tears dripping down my cheeks were all I felt as I lay shaking behind the thin walls of the tent I was in, praying for even a smidge of warmth to be bestowed upon my frail figure.

Everyone in my life was virtually gone at this point- Phil was murdered out of cold blood, Techno fell by the work of my own hands, and Tommy turned away from me in disgust- I couldn't bear to do anything but sulk  alone in my sorrow. It was sure to suffocate me eventually, and I could only hope it would soon.

Will, I've missed you-

I had been hearing familiar- yet, mysterious- voices for however long it had been since Tommy ran away, and they grew louder and louder by the day. If someone were to come up to me and tell me, 'Will, you've lost your mind' I wouldn't doubt them for a second. It was a little unsettling when the voices appeared out of nowhere like this, though, even when theh sounded like my late friends.

All the noise in the world had been replaced with a brain-mushing white noise as the wind whipped through the trees, unusual as it was. We didn't get much heavy wind around here, but from time to time a little wind storm came around. I kept thinking back to Tommy and that friend of his, just silently hoping they wouldn't be too cold tonight.

I felt like giving up right then- about a hundred thoughts on how exactly to go about doing that raced around my head at that moment- but those thoughts were silenced by the return of the voice.

It's been quite some time since we've talked face-to-face, aye?

I told myself it was fake, a figment of my imagination, and that Philza wasn't speaking to me. He was dead for fuck's sake! I had assisted Techno in burying his body- I even watched him bleed to death on the grass! I shook my head, trying to physically deny the fact he was speaking to me again.

"Phil," I stated. "You're not here- please go be dead and lurk somewhere else,"

It was no secret to me or anyone who happened to pass by that I wasn't in the best mental- or physical- state right then, and I certainly didn't need any more stress on top of that.

Why'd you have to kill me too, Wilbur?

This time, the voice took the appearance of Techno- "You too, Techno-" I shivered from the cold, and from the growing fear I had in my chest. "I don't want- or NEED- either of you here right now,"

It's been so long since we've been together though- Where's Tommy?

The voice resembling Phil didn't seem to take any of my hints, continuing to throw questions at me just like before.

"He's. . . Somewhere," I choked out. The emotional wound was still raw- although it had only been a day or two- or was it more?- since the last time I had seen Tommy, it still hurt to know he didn't love me anymore.

Did you loose him, too?

I sighed, closing my eyes and leaning my face on the splotchy palms I held out in front of myself. Upon reopening them, I noticed a glowing light in the tent that hadn't been there before.

In less than a second, two pale, ghostly figures where sitting in front of me. Phil and Techno- I told myself, a pang of sadness reaching further in my chest than the sunlight light would ever dare to go.

"So, where is that little gremlin child, anyway?" Phil asked, shaking off his almost-transparent arms nonchalantly,  acting as if this whole situation wasn't crazy in any way. He looked exactly how he had before he was killed that day, and I wondered how the preservation of death worked. Nonetheless, it was amazing anyway.

"He's- He ran away after I killed Techno by the river-" It felt odd, of course, to be talking about the person you murdered as they sat in front of you, ghost-ified.

Techno rolled his eyes, fixing his hair as he glared at me. "Why exactly did you kill me, Will?" His spirt sighed in front of me, it was clear that he missed having a physical form. It was definitely harder to stab children as a ghost.

"I just-" I gulped. "Snapped-" Certainly a bad excuse for my actions, but also the truth.

Phil gave me a sympathetic look, glancing down at my pants and shoes. "You seem. . . Cold," He told me.

I gritted my teeth. "No shit-" I spat, venom lacing my words. "I've had nothing to do but sit here and be sad," As blunt as it was, those words were also the truth.

Techno cleared his throat, "Well, I do have something I was planning on doing before you slaughtered me," He yawned, clearly tired of my shit.

"And what's that exactly?"

"It was gonna be a secret, but I guess I'll tell you now," Techno looked over at me, a glint shinging in his lifeless eyes. "I was gonna march on down and blow up your old country for you," He finished.

I let my mouth fall open, and even Phil looked surprised by what Techno had just said. "Ta da!" He muttered, doing 'jazz-hands' half-enthusiasticly.

I zoned out for a few seconds, grinning at the feeling of dynamite in one hand and a lighter in the other, ready to blow that place to shreds. It was almost too amazing of a fantasy. I never wanted to let go of the morbid images plastered in my spinning head- Flicking open the match, lighting the stick of dynamite, the orange and red of the flames licking at the dull clouds. . . After all, the ruler of that nation did throw Tommy and I into the forest to helplessly fend for ourselves, it would only be fair to get a little payback.

"Wilbur?" Phil interrupteded my thoughts, sending me into a blinking frenzy as I surveyed the area once more, remembering where I was.

I hopped up from the damp ground, grabbing a little sack of already-packed belongings. "I'll do it!" I cheered, looking at Techno with a fire in my eyes that was soon going to be spread all over that little nation.

"D-do what?" Phil asked shakily, seeing the crazed look on my face.

"I'm gonna blow up that shit hole of a nation!"

Techno grinned back at me, nodding approvingly, although Phil tried to talk me out of it. I didn't care what Phil had to say, and I didn't want to waste my precious time listening to hin lecture me.

"Phil, you aren't real, you're in my head," I said forcefully, turning to leave the tent. I cringed at the cold air that shot into my face, grinding my teeth on one another as I turned to look at the zipper I needed to close on the tent.

Both of the 'apparitions' had vinished without a trace, really making me wonder; I'm insane, aren't I?

No matter, it wasn't like I needed to impress anyone by hiding the insanity anymore. My mind was set on mass destruction, and that was what I was going to do.

Blow up my old home.

My L'manburg.