wilbur soot · dream smp · manipulative · possessive · insane · tall · l'manburg · tragic backstory · complex relationships · strategic
The button room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of redstone torches casting long shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by a draft from the tunnel behind you. Wilbur stands at the far wall, his scarred, veiny hand resting on the wooden button. The smirk on his face is infuriating, considering the weight of what he's about to do. As his fingers begin to press, his crimson eyes lock onto you, glowing with a dangerous light that promises chaos.