The nuke of execution - (Wilbur's point of view)

Part 1 - a tale forgotten

"OK OK FINE WE'LL GO JUST STOP USING MY ASS AS A FOOT STOOL!" Glatt would complain flairing around as he beat up Wilbur's feet with his horns and hands, making Wilbur laugh as he got up.

"Alright big man.... Let's go. Do you still have the boat?"

"Illegally. But yes." Glatt said immediately getting up and rigged into his chest cavity and pulled out some boat keys and walked out of the apartment, Wilbur following behind.

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It wasn't a while before they made it to the smp. , finally making it to land as he looked at the surroundings, It was... surprisingly not destroyed that much. It confused him as he got down from the boat, looking down at the sand, the nice smp sand.

"L-let's try and find Tommy first... t-then my son..." he said as he continued to walk, going into the lush forest, this wasn't here before, and he knew it, but it didn't make him stop to think about it, walking until he came to a small clearing, hiding behind a tree as he saw Tommy... with Dream? He was confused, deciding to jump right out and watched them talk... normally, deciding to butt In.

"H-hey Tommy-"

"W-what- HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME-"
Tommy would snap, holding up a stick, as if he was threatened, being calmed down by dream.

"Hey... tommy calm down... he might know who you are"

"YEAH WELL I DONT!" He snarled looking back at Wilbur. "WHO ARE YOU!"

Wilbur stood there in disbelief shaking his head. "I-it's Wilbur-"

"Look, I bet your a witch-"

"WHAT- NO WHEN-"

"Who's that then. He looks dead. Are you into satanism or something? Look your causing enough problems than you are already making, so go away and leave-"

Wilbur pulled out a sword he had, pointing at them.

"Listen here dream. I don't know what SHIT you pulled to manipulate Tommy to be your friend-"

"I didn't, I don't even know you at all, even if you tell us your name is Wilbur. Why should we believe you-"

"Oh fuck off! You know what I don't have time for this, have you seen a walking fox somewhere, he goes by the name fundy-"

"Don't speak of him!" Tommy snap "he's a good for nothing thief, if he's a thief then he lives with a family of them! He stoled my food supply!"

"F-fundy did...?" He asked looking at Glatt who was happily flirting with a tree.

"Yeah! And a chicken none the less! You can hardly find any in this lush forest."

"Well... I was just looking for my son-"

"YOUR THE FATHER OF THAT- THAT THING!?!" Tommy held his stick higher, making Wilbur do the same.

"Tommy... I'm not the bad guy..." he said pointing his sword at him. "I don't know what happened, but where did you last seen my son-"

"Oi! Wilbur... can't you just smell him down if your part fox-"

".... True... I-Im sorry if I caused problems, I just need to find my son.... I'm glad your alright Tommy..." he said as he started to smell around a bit for Fundy until he had his trail, just following it as he dragged Glatt with him, leaving Tommy in the clearing of the forest comfused.

"So! How was your experience with that!"

"... it was- strange... as if someone hit a reset button..." he simply said flattening his ears "I-I don't know... if everyone's acting the opposite of how I know them... do you think fundy would- you know be glad I came back...?"