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[wilbler-soot]

“Oh, how could I ever forget you, Marion? You���re the peskiest thief I’ve ever met. The first time we talked, you kept trying to steal my glasses off of my face.” Wilbur chuckled, recalling when Quackity had first introduced them to him. They slowly started to melt into the embrace, becoming more comfortable. “Well, I’m back, and I plan to stay.” He nodded with a grin, pulling away slowly.

“I-” Wilbur attempted to speak, but immediately got overwhelmed by questions from their old friend. “Oh my goodness, slow down.” He chuckled once more. “I just came back today. Um, about six hours ago, I think. I’m safe, and- I am taking care of myself, I just ate.” He answered, looking at his hand. He was pretty pale, but hey, thirteen years in limbo will do that to you. When Marion asked about the sweater, they pulled a spool of thread from their coat pocket. “Well, that’s from when… you know, sweaters don’t protect stab wounds very well, contrary to popular belief.” He joked. “I found this in one of Phil’s chests, and I just stitched it up myself.”

(i promised a starter and it took me a bit but here we go ghjfhgjfk also if Marion's role on the smp is a lil confusing then here's the backstory mostly ghfjfjk)

Ever since.. Wilbur's betrayal (Marion hated to call it what it actually was) Marion had tried to keep their distance, only a couple of close friends coming by every so often. Quackity came by a couple of weeks ago to invite them to his nation, to which they politely declined. Wilbur was a special person to them, being one of the first people they met on the SMP and the first they opened up to. Once Mari met the ghost of the man, they left the SMP for what they thought would be forever.

But it was today, after an odd message they recieved from Tommy, Marion was rushing back. "Wilbur is back" was all the message said, yet that alone was enough to flood the hybrid with many different emotions. And so, they had set off, and while the journey took them a bit, being quite far away from the SMP, they managed to get there in little over a month. Of course, the first place they went to was to Phil's, to see if it was true, if Wilbur was actually back. One knock on the door. Another. "Phil? It's Mari! Marion! Can I speak to you for a moment?" They called out, and the door opened, but behind it was someone they weren't expecting.

- @giggly-marion hiiiii fhjdjfkdjd

Wilbur laid on the floor of Phil’s winter cabin, staring at the ceiling. He had only been revived for a good six or so hours, but one thing was for sure: it was great. He felt amazing, he felt alive again. He had already walked around and seen so much, but for now, he was just relaxing. Exploring all of the changes was great, but it was just a bit of a rest for him until he went on his next exploration of the day.

A few knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he sat up. The voice on the other side of the door was a bit too muffled for him to properly make out what was being said, and who was saying it. Regardless, he sat up and walked towards the door, wondering who could be on the other side. Techno? Niki? Quackity, maybe? As Wilbur swing the door open, he stopped in surprise, speechless for a few seconds as he stared back at a familiar face. However, his surprised look faded into a delighted grin. “Well… would you look who it is.” He smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

[ @giggly-marion hi! sorry this took a few days jsndbsjd ]

[wilbler-soot]

Hey! This isn't a starter or anything, but I was rereading your old rp with tubbo from back in July, and noticed the last post was on july 12th and then it cuts off. Just curious, does it continue anywhere else or is that it? :) no pressure to respond by the way, hope you have a good day!

yes, it continues! me and the other rper just decided to start a new thread because the old one was getting so long. i tag all of my starters with “💥” so if you go down that tag on my account, you’ll find the rest of it! hope this helps!!

[wilbler-soot]

Wilbur grinned. A playful, yet endearing smile was on his face. “Yeah? Well, if we continue to talk, then you should get used to it.” He teased.

“There’s nothing wrong with me Schlatt… I’m fine.” He insisted. His body twitched slightly as Schlatt pulled his hands away, and he hoped the other didn’t noticed. Wilbur rolled his eyes, glaring back at the ram. “You Americans are weird, too. Like, instead of crisps, you guys say “chips.” Who the fuck does that?” He asked, half poking fun at Schlatt, and half wondering why the fuck Americans were so weird. He simply groaned at the next comment, rolling his eyes again. While he wasn’t the strongest, he liked to think he had a some strength in him. “I’d like to see you try.” He smirked, joking around.

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

[wilbler-soot]

Wilbur looked down at Marion, studying the plethora of expressions on their face. They’d… pretty much look like they had just seen a ghost, which was reasonable, he had to admit. He’d been gone for 13 years, after all. He raised an eyebrow at his old friend, and when they wrapped their arms around him, his whole body had tightened up just a bit. Oof. Physical contact. That was definitely something that he wasn’t quite used to yet.

Relaxing, Wilbur awkwardly wrapped his arms around Marion, patting them on the head gently. Come to think of it, this was probably the first hug he had gotten in… a very long time. “It’s nice to…” He sighed, his breath shaking slightly. “…I missed you too, Marion.” He nodded, slowly getting more comfortable in the embrace.

(i promised a starter and it took me a bit but here we go ghjfhgjfk also if Marion's role on the smp is a lil confusing then here's the backstory mostly ghfjfjk)

Ever since.. Wilbur's betrayal (Marion hated to call it what it actually was) Marion had tried to keep their distance, only a couple of close friends coming by every so often. Quackity came by a couple of weeks ago to invite them to his nation, to which they politely declined. Wilbur was a special person to them, being one of the first people they met on the SMP and the first they opened up to. Once Mari met the ghost of the man, they left the SMP for what they thought would be forever.

But it was today, after an odd message they recieved from Tommy, Marion was rushing back. "Wilbur is back" was all the message said, yet that alone was enough to flood the hybrid with many different emotions. And so, they had set off, and while the journey took them a bit, being quite far away from the SMP, they managed to get there in little over a month. Of course, the first place they went to was to Phil's, to see if it was true, if Wilbur was actually back. One knock on the door. Another. "Phil? It's Mari! Marion! Can I speak to you for a moment?" They called out, and the door opened, but behind it was someone they weren't expecting.

- @giggly-marion hiiiii fhjdjfkdjd

Wilbur laid on the floor of Phil’s winter cabin, staring at the ceiling. He had only been revived for a good six or so hours, but one thing was for sure: it was great. He felt amazing, he felt alive again. He had already walked around and seen so much, but for now, he was just relaxing. Exploring all of the changes was great, but it was just a bit of a rest for him until he went on his next exploration of the day.

A few knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he sat up. The voice on the other side of the door was a bit too muffled for him to properly make out what was being said, and who was saying it. Regardless, he sat up and walked towards the door, wondering who could be on the other side. Techno? Niki? Quackity, maybe? As Wilbur swing the door open, he stopped in surprise, speechless for a few seconds as he stared back at a familiar face. However, his surprised look faded into a delighted grin. “Well… would you look who it is.” He smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

[ @giggly-marion hi! sorry this took a few days jsndbsjd ]

[wilbler-soot]

i made a carrd that has all of the headcanon info for my rp blogs, so everything is all in one place! everyone has some new headcanons added, and eret and wilbur have some spot hc updates! i highly recommend taking a quick glance if we currently have an rp going on together :} /nf

[wilbler-soot]

“Bitch.” He glared at the other. Like Schlatt, he didn’t really have any actual malice in his voice anymore. It surprised him how he was able to immediately feel comfortable around him after turning over the new leaf, but it did feel nice, he had to admit.

Wilbur groaned as he recalled memories from limbo, playing card games the few times they were able to meet. The ram’s laugh of victory played in his head, repeating itself like a record. He listened to Schlatt’s response, rolling his eyes lightheartedly at his comment of Wilbur “bitching about something.” “Oh, how nice of you.” He replied. “You don’t need to worry about it, nothing’s wrong. And, if something does end up being wrong, then I can just find you later and bitch about it then.” He explained with a smug grin.

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

[wilbler-soot]

(i promised a starter and it took me a bit but here we go ghjfhgjfk also if Marion's role on the smp is a lil confusing then here's the backstory mostly ghfjfjk)

Ever since.. Wilbur's betrayal (Marion hated to call it what it actually was) Marion had tried to keep their distance, only a couple of close friends coming by every so often. Quackity came by a couple of weeks ago to invite them to his nation, to which they politely declined. Wilbur was a special person to them, being one of the first people they met on the SMP and the first they opened up to. Once Mari met the ghost of the man, they left the SMP for what they thought would be forever.

But it was today, after an odd message they recieved from Tommy, Marion was rushing back. "Wilbur is back" was all the message said, yet that alone was enough to flood the hybrid with many different emotions. And so, they had set off, and while the journey took them a bit, being quite far away from the SMP, they managed to get there in little over a month. Of course, the first place they went to was to Phil's, to see if it was true, if Wilbur was actually back. One knock on the door. Another. "Phil? It's Mari! Marion! Can I speak to you for a moment?" They called out, and the door opened, but behind it was someone they weren't expecting.

- @giggly-marion hiiiii fhjdjfkdjd

Wilbur laid on the floor of Phil’s winter cabin, staring at the ceiling. He had only been revived for a good six or so hours, but one thing was for sure: it was great. He felt amazing, he felt alive again. He had already walked around and seen so much, but for now, he was just relaxing. Exploring all of the changes was great, but it was just a bit of a rest for him until he went on his next exploration of the day.

A few knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he sat up. The voice on the other side of the door was a bit too muffled for him to properly make out what was being said, and who was saying it. Regardless, he sat up and walked towards the door, wondering who could be on the other side. Techno? Niki? Quackity, maybe? As Wilbur swing the door open, he stopped in surprise, speechless for a few seconds as he stared back at a familiar face. However, his surprised look faded into a delighted grin. “Well… would you look who it is.” He smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

[ @giggly-marion hi! sorry this took a few days jsndbsjd ]

[wilbler-soot]

The musician just rolled his eyes once more with a groan. Schlatt always had a talent for saying a sentence that was just right enough to piss someone off. If this had been back in the old days, Wilbur definitely would have tried to punch him by now. However, times have changed. And with time, people change as well.

Wilbur couldn’t help but laugh at Schlatt’s threat, giggles spilling out of his lips. He sighed, relieved that Schlatt’s hand had moved somewhere else. “Wha- I am a fantastic liar, fuck you.” He said with annoyance laced in his voice, before returning to the mostly relaxed demeanor from before. “It doesn’t hurt at all, I promise you, I’m fine. What’s with you being so worried about me all of a sudden?” He smirked.

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

[wilbler-soot]

debateable

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[wilbler-soot]

Wilbur rolled his eyes. “I want you like a picky eater wants broccoli.” He shot back, shouting out the first analogy that came to his mind. It wasn’t really true, he was just playing along at this point, and it was apparent that he likely didn’t hate Schlatt by the playful look on his face. However, he was quick to shut up when Schlatt started to interrogate him further. “Look at you, being all concerned.” He finally managed to get out with a shit eating grin. “It’s just a voice crack, I’m fine…” Wilbur’s voice trailed off as he did his best to hold still with the light traces on his side. If Schlatt managed to put two and two together, he knew the other would never let him live things down, so Wilbur had to be as discreet about this as he could.

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

[wilbler-soot]

“I dunno, I’ve heard that the “Grass On Asshole Ex-Presidents” look is totally in season right now.” Wilbur glared daggers at Schlatt, and he turned his head when Schlatt poked him again, slamming his mouth shut. It was clear that he was trying to hide his reaction, even though it wasn’t clear why. He groaned, realizing the other had a fair point. If he really didn’t want to be here, he would’ve just left, no argument. Attempting to sweep that under the rug, he focused at the other’s explosive reaction. “Oh, you think that’s so funny, huh?” He asked sarcastically, attempting to throw grass into Schlatt’s mouth, only for it to land in his hair.

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

[wilbler-soot]

“Hah! Really? It’s not going to be worth much after it gets all dirty.” He teased with a toothy grin. The sudden jab from Schlatt elicited a small giggle out of Wilbur. “Oh, you can try. You can definitely try, but I’ll fight back and- ugh!” Wilbur was interrupted by a fistful of grass in his face, a few blades of grass landing on his tongue. He quickly wiped them off, flicking them back into the grass. “Oh, Schlatt. Why would I admit something that isn’t true? And be sure to watch it next time, will you? That got in my mouth, you prick!” He chuckled, grabbing some grass from the dirt, but not throwing it quiet yet.

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

[wilbler-soot]

Wilbur blinked, looking away for a split second before turning back to Schlatt. “Yeah, I’m fine… it was just a voice crack. Happens to everyone.” He said, the words rushing out of his mouth a little too fast. That thought was quickly pushed to the side as he smirked. “Oh, I’m watching the suit! Watching it get dirty!” He chuckled, throwing another handful of grass at him. Wilbur brushed the grass off of his face, glaring at the other. “I did not, you asshole.” He groaned, unable to hide his smile. He honestly did kind of miss this, he just never really realized it.

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

[wilbler-soot]

Wilbur stood still, feeling something soft fall into his hand. Pulling his hand back in front of him, he indeed saw the blue wool that Tommy had stolen. He was surprised, honestly. He didn’t expect Tommy to actually follow through. He turned back around, looking at the younger boy with a fond smile. “Yes, I suppose we are.” He nodded, putting the wool in his inventory so that Tommy couldn’t steal it again.

Tommy was a bit skeptical with Wilbur back, he wasn’t sure exactly how to interact with him just yet. Was the man different from before? I mean he really couldn’t tell if he would still be the same older brother figure as before. He wanted to test the waters by just being his normal annoying Tommy self. He figured it could make Wilbur feel welcomed back better in a sense, to feel normalcy in the chaos.

So Tommy had decided to approach the other, noticing he had some item in his hand. He decided now was the perfect chance to be annoying. Tommy silently approached Wilbur and stole the item quickly, placing it in his inventory so that he couldn’t get it back. “Hey thanks Wil, this is mine now big man!” Tommy smiled as he lightly jabbed at Wilbur’s side playfully.

Ever since being revived, there was one strange thing that Wilbur couldn’t figure out. He examined the wool in his hands that he had found, looking at it in disgust. It wasn’t the wool he didn’t like, it was the color. He had no clue why he didn’t like it, he just...didn’t. Other than that, everything was peaceful...until a certain gremlin came along.

As Tommy snatched the wool from his hands, he turned around quickly. “Wha- Tommy! I was looking at that, you ass.” He grumbled, crossing his arms. The light jab to the side made Wilbur jump in place a bit. However, he didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to bring attention to the subject.

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[wilbler-soot]

Wilbur rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re an asshole, you know thaHAT-?!” His voice went up in pitched when Schlatt nudged him. Hopefully, if he was lucky, the other would think it was a voice crack and shrug it off. He glared him down as some grass landed in his hair, grabbing another fistful of grass and throwing it at Schlatt, getting some on his suit. “I don’t love it, you prick.” Wilbur groaned, lightly shoving him with a grin.

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]

[wilbler-soot]

“Hmph. You better have.” He chuckled, showing a bit of the more lighthearted side that he had. Wilbur stretched as he stood up, listening to Tommy. “Hmm… alright. But if this is a trick, I’m getting you ten times worse than I just did.” He grinned, turning around. He crossed his arms across his chest before deciding to hold one out, so that Tommy could place the wool in his hand. That is, if that was actually what he was doing.

Tommy was a bit skeptical with Wilbur back, he wasn’t sure exactly how to interact with him just yet. Was the man different from before? I mean he really couldn’t tell if he would still be the same older brother figure as before. He wanted to test the waters by just being his normal annoying Tommy self. He figured it could make Wilbur feel welcomed back better in a sense, to feel normalcy in the chaos.

So Tommy had decided to approach the other, noticing he had some item in his hand. He decided now was the perfect chance to be annoying. Tommy silently approached Wilbur and stole the item quickly, placing it in his inventory so that he couldn’t get it back. “Hey thanks Wil, this is mine now big man!” Tommy smiled as he lightly jabbed at Wilbur’s side playfully.

Ever since being revived, there was one strange thing that Wilbur couldn’t figure out. He examined the wool in his hands that he had found, looking at it in disgust. It wasn’t the wool he didn’t like, it was the color. He had no clue why he didn’t like it, he just...didn’t. Other than that, everything was peaceful...until a certain gremlin came along.

As Tommy snatched the wool from his hands, he turned around quickly. “Wha- Tommy! I was looking at that, you ass.” He grumbled, crossing his arms. The light jab to the side made Wilbur jump in place a bit. However, he didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to bring attention to the subject.

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[wilbler-soot]

“Mmm…. You bring up a fair point.” He nodded, once again not choosing to say anything more afterwards. It felt nice to get these words out, but it felt a little sad too. So much time had passed for the both of them.

The peaceful air around Wilbur relaxed him, and he felt himself relaxing in the moment. Well, he felt relaxed until he saw Schlatt throw a fistful of grass at him. He blinked a couple of times, staring down the ram before grabbing a fistful of grass and throwing it at his chest. “Wow, you’re still annoying, even in your afterlife.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, it was more of a joking acknowledgment.

Schlatt had been wondering around the SMP for a while now, he was not a ghost persay, but he didnt feel alive. But he was not going to question it. He had all that he needed, his suit, and well, his charisma. Not much but better than nothing (after realizing what happened when he was drunk, he decided to cut back a bit).

He was mainly bored and was just wanting to talk to someone at least, he kept his distance towards to people he thought would be hostile. Not that he blamed them, he just preferred to keep his distance to allow those to heal on their own after what happened with him around.

That's when he noticed Wilbur soot, Wilbur soot in the flesh and blood. His ears flickered with intrest, walking his way over from behind he clears his throat with a clear "Greetings, lover- boy."

-@schlatt-a-ler

[hiii I hope this is okay!! Sorry if the timeline doesnt make since/how schkatt works makes since skksks]

Wilbur sat down in the grass, admiring the scenery around him. The sun was starting to rise, a array of rosey pinks and bright yellows and oranges bleeding into the sky. The young man loved to admire it, but he knew it wouldn’t be much long before it became that awful blue color.

His eyes widened upon hearing the sound of a cleared throat, turning around to see who could possibly be awake at this time. However, he saw someone who he didn’t expect to see again in a million years.

“…Schlatt.” Wilbur greeted, a surprised expression on his face. He stood up from his grassy seat, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem upset to see the other, just a bit surprised. “…Schlatt. What brings you here, this early in the morning?” He asked curiously.

[@schlatt-a-ler hello!!! everything is fine, don’t worry!!!]