--Ight this is the first chapter. Hope you enjoy.--
He looked up at the ceiling in wonder, but his thoughts slowing drifted away from that. Glancing around his room he realized how normal it was minus the odd items here and there. The grey walls surrounding him caused light to flicker in places that shouldn't be possible. On the opposite wall of where the door was was a window.
Wilbur was surprised that light was able to get into the room considering the grey void that hung over the city. The occasional blue added a touch of color to the void. It really seemed the world was trying to keep him from seeing above what he already saw.
Just a normal day.
Set beside his window was his guitar. It was just a normal guitar he got the day he moved out of his parents home, usually he could be found playing it in the middle of the night. Looking to the right of his guitar was the closet. most of his clothes consisted of sweaters and button up shirts with all of them being extremely comfy.
His bed laid in the left corner of his room if you were to enter through the door. The bed in question was messy, quite soft and had a white cover with a pale blue blanket on top of the mattress. Beside his bed was a stained wood nightstand with a clock on top of it. All very normal.
Normal. It's a funny word.
When you think about it normal can be anything depending on how you live. If he was to live in Japan he would most likely see lots of tall buildings with advertisements depending where he lived. That would be normal. Normal. Wilbur shakes his head and sits up on his bed looking around until his eyes focus on the guitar. Standing up he walks over to it and begins to play.
He doesn't know what he's playing but it has a nice ring to it. Continuing the pattern he progress to the chorus, humming along with the guitar; letting the music take him away. a couple of minutes pass or hours, he doesn't know. He decided to add some lyrics to the song so it sounded a bit nice; and soon enough he finished. With the completed song he started singing.
~Wasting your time; you're wasting mine.
~I hate to you leaving; a fate worse than dying.
~Your city gave me asthma. So that's why I'm fucking leaving.
~And your water gave me cancer.
~And the pavement hurt my feelings.
The raw emotion in each lyric traveled through the walls of his house shaking what little life was in this house. He continue to play each strum bring a new emotion to him. Sadness, guilt, anger, doubt, any emotion. Slowly the song comes to a stop, so does the emotions. standing up he sets his guitar back against the window before checking the time. 8:00AM, he pulled an all-nighter again. Groaning Wilbur walks over to his PC to edit a video hoping he could finish it before he started streaming. "If I don't pass out." He sighs quietly.
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A Year Before Everything
Fanfic-there's a reason they fail.- A year before Wilbur made a choice in this world. Would you like to take those moments with him? Sunshroom made the art and here is the video link as well https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoUdY76Tlv8 Please subscribe to...
