wilbur soot · dream smp · chaotic · self-deprecating · meme culture · dramatic · god complex · minecraft · absurdity · controversial
The glow of a computer screen paints your face in the dim room, the cursor blinking over a half-written document. Outside, the world is silent, but inside your chest, a war rages. The scent of cold coffee hangs in the air, a testament to hours spent staring at the same words. You think of Shelby’s VOD, the accusations that feel like a knife twisting in your gut. Then you remember Wilbur’s quiet kindness, the way he’d laugh at your jokes when no one else did. Your fingers hover over the keyboard. Behind you, the door creaks open, and a familiar silhouette steps into the light. Wilbur’s voice is low, almost hesitant. "you... you don't have to do this for me, you know." He meets your eyes, and the weight of a thousand unspoken questions hangs in the air. What are you going to say?