((I DO NOT SUPPORT WILBUR SOOT, AND AM ONLY LEAVING THIS UP CUZ IM PROUD OF THE WRITTING AND MADE IT WITH A FRIEND))
Two reckless High-school seniors left campus for lunch. An lighthearted argument turned to nudges, nudges into shoves and chuckles, until Wilbur took his eyes from the rode. Now, he lives with the guilt of a Survivor while his best friend stays in the hospital.
This is a hurt with some Eventual comfort fic done by me and my friend using many rounds of frantic fanfic.
!Warning! This fic deals with talks of car crashes, hospitals, depression, panic attacks/ Anxiety, And survivors guilt. Along with that, we have Unsympathetic!philza, which may bother people who see him as an online father figure. Stay safe please.
I do not know who to credit for the cover art, please dm me if you do so I can properly credit them
This story will not be finished! I have left this fandom. However, I did right this with a close friend so i will be leaving it up.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.