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Wilbur Soot, son of the demon lord, all mighty and powerful being of darkness and evil, has a dilemma.

And this dilemma involves the antics of an over the top cult.

It's not that Wilbur isn't grateful for the cults that dedicate themselves to him and his power, trust him he loves the attention, he just wishes they took it down a notch. Look, he's pretty neutral when it comes to sacrifices, like yeah they encourage his power or whatever but, the bloodshed is more his brother's thing. Wilbur much prefers food, pretty rocks, and maybe the occasional lamb.

Definitely not a human child.

Which is now laying on a stone slab, covered in blood, and screaming its head off.

When Wilbur felt a surge of power and a call for his presence, he expected a random sinner that found his name in an old ass book and wanted to make a deal.

Not…this.

What does he even do with a human baby?

He is definitely not equipped to deal with this. But he can't just…leave the thing. It'll get eaten by wolves or some other, less merciful, demon might show up and eat it.

Wilbur goes to pick up the human but, the minute he does, it shocks him.

Now, Wilbur may not know a whole lot about humans, but he's pretty sure they don't fucking shock you when you touch them.

But, as Wilbur takes a good look at the baby, really look into those teary, ocean-blue eyes, he notices something. Wilbur feels…small. Like he's in the presence of something greater, something bigger. It's almost like the baby is staring into his very being, trying to speak to him.

This baby's energy, this human child's aura, was far more powerful than it should be. Far stronger than anything this small has the right to be.

And as the baby reaches out for him, Wilbur realizes why the cult may have tried to sacrifice it.

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"It'll be a fresh start," they said. "An opportunity for new experiences," they said. Yeah right, "new experiences" his ass. Tommy hasn't had a single new experience since moving into this month's foster home.

Tommy is still the new kid at school, he's still out casted, he's still getting teased and shoved, and he's still getting chased by monsters in the wee hours of the morning.

When Tommy woke up this morning to Wilbur's, quite frankly, obnoxious singing, he was hoping and fucking praying for one normal day. But no, God decided that Tommy hasn't had enough spice in his life.

So now Tommy is being chased by an 8-foot werewolf at 6 in the goddamn morning and he's probably going to be late for his first period. Great. Fucking fantastic. This is exactly what he needed.

"You know, this probably wouldn't have happened if you had actually killed the thing last night." Wilbur pops in to say, very unhelpfully.

Tommy ducks behind some trees and starts rifling through his bookbag. "Wow Wilbur, thank you so much for the advice that will totally help in this situation right now." Tommy says.

Wilbur chuckles. "Just saying, you're getting sloppy, little monster hunter."

"You know, you could really help me out right now, what with you being an all powerful demon and all." Tommy says as he pulls out the silver pistol he was looking for.

"Awe but you're doing such a good job! I wouldn't want to get in the way." Wilbur says in the dumb fucking baby voice he does to piss off Tommy.

"Oh, my god! You're so fucking annoying!" Tommy says. As Wilbur starts to laugh, the werewolf finds their location and Tommy steps out from behind the tree to face it. As the wolf-like beast starts charging for him Tommy raises the gun, aims for the monster's heart, and pulls the trigger.

Bulls-eye.

The werewolf falls to the ground howling and screeching in pain. As it writhes on the ground, it starts turning to ash. Tommy watches it until there is nothing left and all the ash has blown off with the wind.

Tommy stands for a moment, catching his breath. This is definitely not how he wanted to start his day. After a few minutes, he turns back around to face Wilbur and goes to grab his bag. "What time is it?" He says.

Wilbur pauses and looks up at the sky, "I'd say about…7:15?"

"FUCKING SHIT!" Tommy scrambles to get his bag zipped up and on his back. He only takes a second to brush off the dirt from his red shirt then starts running off into the direction of his school. Wilbur follows closely behind, laughing all the way.

Tommy was definitely going to be late.

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So....hiiiiii

So I know I like posted a chapter and like dipped for two years. That's my bad shit got busy and I forgot this existed a couple times and kinda moved fandoms a little bit (got seduced by the masked military men) haha. I did plan on updating this eventuallyyyyyy but I deffo won't do that now cause ya know....Mr. William Gold decided he wanted to be a real "rockstar" and turned out to be a shitty person soooooooo

Ya know coming from the pop punk/alt music scene, I've gotten kinda used to it. If I had a nickel for everytime a musician/cc I liked turned out to be the scum of the earth I'd be able to afford top surgery.....doesn't get any less frustrating or disappointing tho.

Anyways, I won't be continuing this for OBVIOUS reasons but I have thought of like rewriting it (and every other fanfic and au idea I have ughh). But I honestly don't know if I'll do like a full on multichapter book or anything. Probably just a couple oneshots here and there. I do have a tiktok where I kinda post more frequently and there's no posts about douchebag soot there so yay :D it's mainly COD tho so if ur not into that tough luck ig lol (jk I do post dsmp and streamer stuff on there on occasion)
((@/crowflesh btw) also I think I'll post my like brain dump of the storyline and art for this fic so y'all know where I was planning on going with this. I'll also answer any questions you guys have.

So yeah. I think that's it for now just wanted to update y'all. I do think I may post some shit here maybe some art or something idk I'll see how it goes but I'm in college and I have a job sooooo don't hold too much hope lol.

Fuck wilbur soot and abusers. Support Shelby, victims, and anyone else that was effected by that mfs shitty ass actions. Also try not to push people to talk about it ESPECIALLY Tommy and Phil. It's rough and we can't expect them to spill their guts. Just because Shelby was brave enough to speak out about it doesn't mean everyone else is. Take care of urself and stay safe. Check on ur friends, drink some water, take ur meds, and (while I'm at it) free palastine.

Domestic abuse hotline for anyone who needs it: 800-799-7233

Love ya!