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Wilbur was confused, worried, and furious. Confused because he had used a warp scroll to take him back to Phil’s house, but instead of being next to the warp stone outside of Phil and Missa’s house, but instead he was in some random house that decided to use crafting tables as a floor. Nervous because Wilbur had no clue as to where he was and if this might have happened to Chayanne or Tallulah since they always used the scrolls before he or Phil used theirs. Finally furious because he hated those damn scrolls and now Wilbur had a solid reason to hate them other than they made him dizzy and nauseous when they warped him. 

Wilbur walked out of the strange house, hesitantly looking around for other players. He quickly checked his inventory and communicator, figuring out that where he was is the spawn point and that his inventory was completely empty. Wilbur let out a deep sigh, of course something like this would happen to him. Not only does he not know where or how he got to this strange place, he has none of his stuff. He looked and saw nothing but builds in front of him, and deciding that Wilbur didn’t want to get on anybody’s bad side, didn’t resort to thievery and headed the opposite direction. 

As he approached the deep slate stairs leading to a portal, Wilbur heard someone call his name. He whipped around to see a woman waving at him. As she approached, he noticed that she was a sheep hybrid, dressed in a pirate-like outfit, with rainbow hair underneath the clearly thick blonde curls that laid on top. She seemed taken aback for a moment when she got closer, but still approached him. 

“I’m sorry,” the woman said. “I didn’t realize we were still getting new server members. When I saw your name on the list, I must have mistaken you for someone else.” She offered her hand out to Wilbur in greeting. “My name is Captain Puffy, although you can just call me Puffy.” 

He hesitated for a moment before shaking Puffy’s hand, “Nice to meet you Puffy, the names Wilbur.”

Puffy immediately stopped shaking his hand. The friendly smile that was on her face quickly morphed into a shocked scowl. Wilbur suddenly did not think Puffy was as nice as she appeared. 

“Wilbur, as in Wilbur Soot,” Puffy questioned, her grip on his hand getting a bit too tight for his personal liking. 

“Yup, that’s me,” Wilbur squeaked, the sheep’s grip getting tighter and tighter as the seconds inched by. He was scared that if she held his hand any tighter it would break. 

“You have some nerve showing back up here,” Puffy growled. “Where the hell have you been? Just up and leaving when things were finally starting to get better? Hell, when Tommy was finally starting to get better?! He almost went and fought Dream again! Because your selfish ass decided that Tommy just slightly relying on you was too much of a burden. Phil and I had to spend weeks helping him recover from that little stunt you pulled! Weeks in therapy and trying to convince him not to go and fight his abuser because you set the example!” 

Wilbur stood there as Puffy yelled at him. He had no clue who Dream or Tommy were or anything she was screeching about, but he did recognize Phil’s name. Had Phil been coming here by any chance and that’s why the scrolls messed up? 

“I have no no clue who these ‘Dream’ or ‘Tommy’ people are, but if you could take me to Phil that'd be greatly appreciated,” Wilbur tried to reason. Apparently those were very poor choice of words. Puffy reached up and yanked on his blue scarf, bringing him eye level with the angry sheep hybrid. 

“You better not be joking around Soot, because I don’t find this funny,” Puffy whispered, clearly seething. Wilbur held up his hands and quickly shook his head, scared that if he said another thing she’d try to kill him. She stared at him for a moment before letting go of his scarf. 

She motioned to follow her, walking up to the Nether portal at the top of the steps. Wilbur kept his distance as he walked behind the hybrid. When he walked through, Wilbur was stunned. He’d never seen the Nether so transformed before, besides the pictures Fit showed him of the Nether in 2B2T. He gawked at all the different pathways that were all around. 

“No time for sightseeing Soot. If you want to see Phil keep up,” Puffy harshly reminded Wilbur, making him jog to catch up with her. They made their way to another portal after what felt like walking across the entire Nether. When they stepped out, Wilbur was extremely thankful that he had a thick jacket and his scarf. He was met with the bitter cold of the snowy tundra, suddenly missing the sweltering heat of the Nether. 

“C’mon, we’re almost there,” Puffy reassured him, a bit of her bitterness seeming to melt in the cold biome. Wilbur shivered and continued to follow the sheep through the snow. Eventually, he spotted two cabins connected by a bridge, enclosed by a wooden fence perimeter. Wilbur saw a boy, no older than eighteen possibly, standing on the bridge and leaning against the railing. The boy didn’t seem to notice them until Puffy and Wilbur were at the steps of the first cabin. The boy smiled at Puffy, but any happiness he had seemed to have was replaced with fear and horror when he saw Wilbur. 

“Phil,” the boy dragging out the ‘il’ when he called for the avain. 

“Yeah mate, I’m coming,” a muffled voice came from behind the door. Out came Phil, but he looked rough to gently put it. Wilbur had to hold in a gasp when he saw Phil’s left wing. The feathers looked burnt and singed, the entire appendage sagged compared to the healthy one. The Phil he knew wouldn’t let this happen to his wings. That’s when it truly hit Wilbur that he wasn’t on Quesadilla Island anymore. 

Phil glared at him. If looks could kill, Wilbur would be a deadman. 

“Tommy, get inside,” Phil said to the boy, Tommy apparently, never taking his eyes off of Wilbur as if he was a dangerous animal. 

Wilbur felt his heart oddly clench as he watched Tommy back away into the house behind Phil, also never breaking eye contact with him. Once he was inside, the pleasantries commenced. 

“What the hell are you doing back here,” Phil asked, venom dripping from his voice. 

Puffy stepped in between the avain and the musician, “Don’t know. All I know is that he says he doesn’t know who Dream or Tommy are. So either we’re dealing with selective amnesia or this isn’t our Wilbur.” Phil looked between Wilbur and Puffy, mainly taking a long look at Wilbur. The avain had a face that screamed he was trying to recall something. A look of shock dawned Phil’s face, his features then slowly softening and his stance turning less tense. 

“Yup, this one isn’t ours,” Phil said with a chuckle. Wilbur relaxed a little, he had heard of other servers with people like you, but never had it happened before to him. He also wondered what in the name of that weird ghost bear thing would get him sent away from his server. He just wanted to be at home with Tallulah, Phil, Chayanne and Missa (he had grown rather fond of his stepdad, not that he would ever say that out loud).

“ Dios mío ,” Wilbur silently cursed, rubbing his fingers onto his eyes. The image of Tallulah asking her grandfather where her dad was nearly made him cry. Another image of Quackity trying to take custody of Tallulah and away from Phil while he was gone burned any sadness. Wilbur’s resolve to get back to his server became stone hard. He didn’t need to get home, he had to, for Tallulah’s well-being and safety.

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Tallulah was curious. She had fully expected to see her abuelitos’ house when she opened her eyes after using the scroll. Instead she was now in a snowy forest that she didn’t quite like. Tallulah hated the cold, hating how the cool temperatures would easily freeze her very core. She shivered when a breeze passed, already despising the chilly temperatures. Tallulah began trudging through the snow, hating every step she took. It felt like needle-sand against her skin as she walked, cursing the fluffy frozen clouds that decorated the trees and ground.

As Tallulah walked, she realized that her papí wasn’t around that she began to get more distressed. It was at times like these when she couldn’t see her papí, abuelito, or tío Chayanne that she wished she could talk, so she could call for her family. If she was scared before, she was definitely terrified now. What if she died out here? Would her father know? Would it be too late to save her and she would never get to see her family again? Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as the desperation to find her family, or at least someone familiar and safe, grew. And those tears definitely weren’t also from the burning sensation from the snow grating against her skin.

The more Tallulah walked, she noticed that the temperature began to slowly rise and the snow going down. She continued to make her way towards the warmer weather, wanting the deep chill that had settled in her body to go away. She wanted her papí . She wanted to be wrapped in his arms as he would sing her songs to help her calm down when everything became too much. How he would gently comb through her hair as he would either sing or tell her stories of him, abuelito , and tío Techno. 

She just wanted to be at home where there wasn’t so many possibilities of bad things happening. Tallulah eventually made it to a clearing in the forest where there wasn’t anymore snow. She saw a vast desert at the edge of the clearing and sighed from the small amount of relief that the warm sand provided. She wanted to tear off all the clothes that had gotten damp because of the snow, the dreadful sensation of damp clothes was making her skin crawl in the most horrible ways. 

Tallulah noticed a wall to her right in the distance that seemed to separate the two biomes. She wondered why someone would make a barrier, other to keep monsters out. She shuddered at the memory of the nightmare she, tío Chayanne, and abuelito had shared. Tallulah decided to head over to the wall, it reminding the hatchling of the wall that her abuelito lived on top of.

As she explored the wall, Tallulah heard the sounds of steps from the sand. She whipped her head around to finally see a familiar face, tío Foolish. Tallulah almost ran towards him before she noticed something was off about the totem. First, he wasn’t wearing the same clothes she had previously seen him wear earlier. Second, the totem wasn’t nearly as tall as she had remembered. Third, Leonard@ wasn’t anywhere in sight. Foolish seemed to notice Tallulah though and began walking her way. 

“Hey little guy, what are you doing out here?” the look-alike Foolish asked her. Tallulah clutched her hands to her chest, needing something to mess with. She began fidgeting around with the hem of her sweater, resisting the urge to tug on her hair. 

“Well I came out there to check out what set off the perimeter alarm, but it looks like it was just you. I will admit I wasn’t expecting a kid to be out here,” the fools-Foolish said, squatting down to her level while looking around. “Are you here by yourself kid? Are you alright?” Tallulah nodded her head for the first question and made a so-so movement with her hand for the second. 

“Okay,” not-so-Foolish said, getting up. “How about you come with me to Las Nevadas, introduce you to my boss Quackity, and he can probably help us find your parents.” 

As nice as that sounded, Tallulah no longer wanted to go with Foolish. She violently shook her head no. She didn’t trust Mr. Smile Man. Tallulah hated how much he hovered around her, how he almost seemed obsessed with her. And it wasn’t that she didn’t trust this copycat of Foolish, Tallulah just would rather have her papí , abuelito , or tío Chayanne by her side when talking to Mr. Smile Man. In fact, she would much rather run through the snow that was behind her than talk to him by herself. 

So that’s what she did. 

Tallulah didn’t listen to the yells of the fake Foolish behind her to stop as she sprinted towards the forest. She didn’t look behind her as she began to shuffle her way through the deep snow around her, not wanting to know how close or far the totem was behind her. Tallulah moved as quickly as she could in the snow before an idea came to her head. With a pop, she changed into her egg form and began running on top of the snow. She always felt more secure and protected in her egg form.

She ran until she saw another clearing. Hopefully there was somewhere in the clearing where she could hide from the impostor-Foolish.

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Phil opened the door and ushered Puffy and Wilbur inside. The cabin wasn’t big by any means, but it was cozy. It reminded Wilbur of his own little home he had recently built for him and Tallulah. 

“Sorry. It’s not too big, but it’s definitely home,” Phil explained, closing the door behind them. Wilbur spotted Tommy curled up in a chair across the room, holding a steaming cup of whatever the liquid was. He noticed how Tommy’s line of vision never strayed too far away from wherever he was standing. It made Wilbur uneasy that the young man was staring at him, wondering what the hell his counterpart in this server could have done to deserve this treatment. Phil offered Wilbur some tea, which he gladly took. He slowly made his way over to Tommy, making sure not to appear too menacing. 

“So, how are you?” Wilbur said, trying to start up a conversation with the raccoon hybrid. 

“Why are you back?” Tommy grumbled, sinking into the chair. 

“Honestly mate, I have no clue who you are. I don’t even know where here is. All I know is that this server has a Phil like mine but also not like mine. I just want to go home back to my server despite how crazy it is.” 

Tommy gave the musician a skeptical side-eye; Wilbur leaning against the chair and taking a long sip from his tea. They waited for Puffy and Phil to get themselves situated, Wilbur getting himself for the questionnaire extravaganza. 

“So, tell us about yourself. Where you’re from, family, who’s on your server, who’s your admin, stuff like that,” Phil prompted. 

“Well, my name is Wilbur Soot, but y’all already know that. My family consists of me, my dad Phil, my step-dad Missa, my little brother Chayanne, and my daughter Tallulah. I come from Tortilla Island on the QSMP. Um, I guess our admin is Quackity, he’s the host of the server and Quesadilla Island, but it’s more like Osito Bimbo, we also call him the Census Bureau, is in control of the server along with this weird duck that tells us things about the server and updates. Also I have no idea why everyone I’ve met so far seems to hate me,” Wilbur responded. 

Everyone stared at Wilbur with a shocked expression. He stood there nervously before the questions came barreling at him. 

“Quackity is your admin?” Puffy skeptically said. 

“You have a daughter?” Tommy shrieked.

“I have a husband?” Phil said in disbelief. 

It was now time for Wilbur to be confused. Was Quackity not the creator of this place? Did his counterpart not have a kid? Does this Philza not have a partner here? 

“I’m sorry. You said you have a kid?” Puffy restated. Wilbur nodded, recalling fondly an image of Tallulah smiling in his head. 

“Yup. Her name is Tallulah. She looks almost exactly like me, just pequeño . Her favorite color is purple and she likes giving out amapolas to people she likes. She also has a little flute she likes to play,” Wilbur confirmed, somberly smiling at the memories of his sweet girl. 

“You talk in Spanish,” Tommy said in a grimacing tone. 

“Yeah, my server is multilingual. It started out with just Spanish and English but we’re supposed to get more members with different languages soon. I try to integrate as much Spanish into my vocabulary to keep things fresh in my memory and to talk with some of the other players. ” 

“Earlier you said Quackity is your admin?” Phil brought up again. 

“Mhm. Quackity brought us to Quesadilla Island. Then the Census Bureau showed up along with the weird duck and pretty much took control of the server. We actually aren’t allowed to leave, but that’s what the bear and duck say. Quackity didn’t have much time in control when everyone first arrived, but that’s what I heard. I wasn’t always there in the beginning when everything was new and open, especially and sadly for the Egg Event,” Wilbur told them. 

“The Egg Event?” Puffy questioned. 

“The Egg Event was when everyone on the server was paired up with one dragon egg to look after. It happened in the beginning and one Spanish speaker and one English speaker were paired together. I think my partner was supposed to be Quackity but I wasn’t around long enough to figure nor find out before Quackity’s egg, Tilín, died. But then I found Tallulah in the attic of the adoption center and took her in. Since then she’s been my entire world” Wilbur informed, watching the faces contort into glares around him. 

“How come you weren’t around?” Phil asked, arms crossing. 

“Busy with my band. Plus I didn’t want to be a father at first. Quackity kept insisting I was Tilín’s father, but I just couldn’t. I would have happily paid child support, seriously I would’ve, but I didn’t think I was cut out to be a dad until Tallulah came into my life. I didn’t even want to be her dad when we first met. I kept on trying to find anyone who would take her, but I realized that I was probably the best person to take care of her.”

Wilbur bit back “because I was the only one who wanted her”. They didn’t need to know that depressing detail. Fit was willing to take Tallulah, he knew that, but Wilbur also knew he was only offering because Tallulah had nowhere else to go other than the attic they found her in. It often ate Wilbur up at night that he nearly gave up the best thing to come into his life.

Wilbur went on to explain the federation and all of the other people who lived on Quesadilla Island, Phil occasionally cutting in to tell him that they had their own version of said person here. He explained everything about the island and their residents, from how they had no clue how any of them arrived there to the next upcoming event of the server reviving more players. 

At one point their conversation was interrupted by a communicator ringing. Phil had silenced the call and told Wilbur to continue with his story. Eventually, tons of vibrations came from the device before Phil paid any attention to the device. 

“Hello?” Phil asked when he answered the call. 

“Phil!” A young voice shouted from the other end of the device, startling everyone. 

“Hello Tubbo,” Philza replied in an endearing tone. 

“Don’t ‘Oh hello Tubbo’ me Philza Minecraft! I’ve got a situation that might meet your expertise and it’s getting more time sensitive the longer you’re not here,” the voice, now dubbed Tubbo, continued to shout from the other end. 

“What do you mean ‘my expertise’?”

“There’s a kid here. Specifically a little girl but she’s not speaking a word to me nor anyone. She just keeps glaring at playing this flute she has as loud as she can whenever I get too close. Inching my way over doesn’t work, assuring words don’t mean a thing to her, and most importantly she’s a hybrid,” Tubbo said, and Wilbur froze. A little girl who refuses to talk, has a flute, and is a hybrid. He rushed out of his seat and to Phil’s side. 

“Ask him what she looks like,” Wilbur urged the avian to ask, desperate to know if it was his daughter or not. 

“Um, can you tell me what the kid looks like?” Phil asked, glancing over at Wilbur. 

“Definitely a little kid. She has curly brown hair, brown eyes, a red beanie like Wilbur wears, a yellow sweater with different shades of blue patches down on it, and a red skirt.” 

Shit, that was Tallulah.

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Tallulah wanted to go home. She wanted her papa. She wished that whoever this person that kept on bothering her to leave her alone. Tallulah had managed to find shelter in a small shed outside a large building but someone had spotted her. He was a goat hybrid that wouldn’t leave her alone no matter how much she made it clear she wanted him to leave. Every time he tried to get close to her, she played the highest note she knew on her flute and that seemed to keep the ram hybrid away. It made her nervous that he had seen her not in her egg form and he saw how vulnerable she could be. The goat hybrid eventually stepped away and she could hear him talking to someone. 

“Ranboo what are we going to do? We can’t just leave a walking egg in the shed,” the ram man said. 

A new voice responded to him, “Tubbo we’ve already called Phil and he said he’d be here soon. All we can do is wait for him to arrive so he can possibly help.”

“I know, I just feel bad,” Tallulah guessed was Tubbo, “it's probably scared out of it’s mind and I just want to help.” 

“I know you want to help Bee, but Phil will be here soon. For some reason he has a way with kids, and I’m sure he’ll be able to help us out.” 

“You’re probably right, I’m just worried.”

“And you have every right to be worried but everything will be okay.”

She eventually heard the crunching of footsteps fade out. If her abuelito was here, then there was probably hope that she could find a way home to her papí and Quesadilla Island. All she had to do was wait for him to arrive. 

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Wilbur wanted to run to wherever Tallulah was. He would’ve been there already if he had no clue where “Snowchester” was. Instead, he anxiously followed Phil, Tommy, and Puffy to where his daughter was. He could barely focus, all thoughts and attention being redirected as to what could possibly be happening to his sweet little girl. 

“Wil,” Phil shouted, immediately snapping him out  of his thoughts, “did you hear anything of what I just said?” 

“No, sorry,” Wilbur apologized. 

“You’re going to need to pay more attention to what we’re saying. Our admin isn’t nice and he doesn't take kindly to unlisted players,” Puffy said as the group approached the Nether portal. 

Wilbur was greeted by the sweltering heat of the Nether again, this time grateful for its warmth compared to the frigid cold of the tundra this Phil seemed to enjoy living in. He was also thankful for the heat since it seemed to dry any of his clothes that had become wet due to the snow. They walked in silence until they reached the other portal practically half way across the Nether.

“Alright, here’s the plan,” Phil said, “we move quickly and don’t draw a lot of attention to ourselves. Wilbur’s counterpart here doesn’t have a good track record and we don’t want any fights and Tommy is on neutral terms with our admin but we aren’t going to test anything today so we are taking the long way around. Any questions or concerns?”

“I do,” Wilbur said sheepishly while raising his hand. “How long will this take? Don’t get me wrong I’m all for going unnoticed so I don’t make people upset but in my opinion the sooner we get to Tallulah the better.”

“It should take around fifteen to twenty minutes if we aren’t spotted by anyone and if the ocean we’re going to boat through isn’t choppy or completely unnavigable,” Puffy reassured Wilbur. 

“Tubbo and Ranboo made that soul sand bridge though,” Tommy chimed in.

“Yeah but I don’t like getting my hair wet, it pretty much acts like wool and is a nightmare to finally get dry,” Puffy countered. 

“Then just walk on top of it,” Tommy snarked playfully.

“How about when we get there, we see what things are like and then we determine how we get across? Okay? Okay,” Phil reasoned and didn’t wait for the rest of them to answer as he walked through the portal. Tommy shrugged and followed Phil through, trailed by Puffy and Wilbur. 

The bright sun briefly blinded Wilbur as he exited the portal before his sight adjusted, and then began their trek through the woods around the buildings that were on the server. Wilbur was a bit sad to miss the buildings that probably littered the server and wanted to compare them to the ones on his, but he reminded himself that Tallulah was more important than sightseeing. Eventually after much walking and wondering if Phil was going the right way, they found themselves on the bank of a gulf, facing a huge building that rested on the other side that was connected by a bridge. Wilbur took a deep breath when he saw how horribly choppy the water was. He didn’t care if the rest of the group was okay crossing those waters, Wilbur would take his chances walking over on top of the probably very slick and frozen bridge.

“That’s Ranboo and Tubbo’s house,” Tommy said, scaring Wilbur with how silently he managed to sneak up next to the musician. 

“That’s their house?” Wilbur reconfirmed in awe. 

“Yup. They had Foolish build it for them since Ranboo is the richest person on the server. Wanted a good home for their kid besides the small cottage they had previously. It was originally supposed to be a bit smaller but by the time Foolish had majority of the work done, it was too late to go back so now they have this big ass mansion that they have no idea  what to do with. Sometimes, and by that I mean a lot, they let me crash there since it’s so big.” 

Wilbur nodded a long, intently listening to the story before Phil told them that the water was too choppy therefore either use a trident to go through the bridge or walk across. Wilbur wanted to walk and Puffy joined him while Phil and Tommy went ahead and tridented their way across to the otherside. 

“Got a fear of the water Soot,” Puffy asked as she led the way across. 

“Nah, I just don’t want to be wet and cold in this freezing weather.”

“Smart decision.” 

“Thanks.”

Eventually the two finally made their way across the bridge without almost falling off much to Wilbur’s relief. He noticed that Tommy and Phil were talking to a brunette goat hybrid dressed much more appropriately for the weather than the weird half black, half white enderman in a suit next to him. They seemed to be chatting up a storm before the two new people noticed Wilbur. Suddenly Wilbur felt the intense glare of hatred he had first gotten from Phil, Tommy and Puffy. 

“Tom, why in the fucking hell is he back,” the goat asked, the word ‘he’ spat out of his mouth like poison. 

“Tubbo chill, this isn’t our Wilbur. Our Wilbur is probably somewhere fucking around in Utah or some shit. This guy is totally different,” Tommy tried to calm who Wilbur guessed was Tubbo, which made the enderman Ranboo. 

“I promise I don’t mean anyone harm, that is unless you’ve hurt my daughter,” Wilbur tried to reassure that he wasn’t a threat. He even went as far to hold up his hands to show clear signs of surender. 

“What does he mean daughter,” Ranboo asked.

“Y’all said that you found a little girl around here somewhere,” Phil stated. 

“Yeah, and we were hoping that you could help. Not him ,” Tubbo said while presumably glaring at Wilbur through the bangs that covered his eyes. 

“Please, I just want to find my daughter and find out how to go home. You said you knew where she was,” Wilbur pleaded. 

“And why should we tell you where the kid is?”

“Cause from what I heard it’s my daughter, Tallulah! She’s this tall, loves to play the flute, looks almost exactly like me, she wears a yellow sweater, a red skirt and bennie, she hates avocado toast but she still eats it cause she’s a little trooper like that, and she’s honestly more than I ever deserved and she’s the light of my life! I need to know if she’s okay,” Wilbur shouted with tears forming in his eyes. 

A moment of silence passed. 

“Tommy, do you trust him,” Tubbo asked. 

“I don’t know,” Tommy answered. 

“Phil?”

“I think we can.”

“Fine, follow me.” 

Tubbo led the group over to a shed a little bit of a distance away from the mansion. The door to it was shut, making Wilbur nervous about Tallulah. 

“The kid is in there if she’s actually yours,” the goat-hybrid said in a bitter tone. 

Wilbur knocked on the door before opening it.

“Lulah? Darling are you in there?”

Barely a second later, the door flung open and Wilbur felt two small arms wrapped around one of his legs.

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Hey everyone. 

If you're into MCYT as of recent you've probably heard about the Wilbur Soot allegations against Shubble. It's really disheartening to see one of my favorite content creators turned out to be a horrible person. I wish he hadn't behaved in such a way but I'm not here to apologize on his behalf in any way, shape, or form. 

I'm here to talk about this story. I want to continue this story, and maybe I will, but for now I'm going to be stepping away from this story and will be working on different stories in the same and different fandoms. I really don't want to write about Wilbur in a positive light as of the moment. I know that the character and the content creator are two very separate people but in my personal opinion Wilbur just doesn't deserve it, especially right now since it makes me feel very uncomfortable. If and when I continue this story I want it to be known that I am NOT a Wilbur apologist and that his actions are NOT supported by me. I honestly feel great shame for being a fan of his at the moment this story is going to be on hiatus/discontinued. I'm sorry to make you dear readers suffer in the process but I want to put my own comfort before my writing. 

I sympathize with Shelby and my heart goes out to her, her family, friends, and her fanbase. I hope that she feels safe at the moment and that she knows she did the right thing telling people. 

I hope that you readers are having a good day/night and that you stay safe out there. Support people who are going through bad things and support yourself.