Documentation of Site-■■■ [MCYT SCP FILES]

Side Report: Wilbur

"I- I don't think-" Wilbur muttered, catching Tubbo's attention once more. Or Wilbur thought he did. It was hard to tell when he had no pupils.

"Hey Tubbo, how bout this," Eret said, crouching down where he stood slowly as to not startle the child, getting onto a knee so that their eyes were level. "I don't know when I'm going to see you after today, and I just want to say I'm going to miss you, okay? Dr. Wilbur's a nice guy, he won't hurt you either. Now, you don't have to, but I'd like to do that high-five I taught you. I'm not going to move a muscle, but I just wanted to say bye one last time before I go Tubbo." Tubbo stared at him, unblinking.

When Tubbo's hand started moving, Wilbur was sure Eret was five seconds away from getting his face sliced clean off from his sharp claws. His breath hitched, and Eret's eyes closed, and Wilbur fought every urge in him not to run up between the pair. Cautiously, Tubbo brought his hand forward, softly placing a hesitant hand on top of Eret's fluffy hair. He moved it stiffly, as though he were petting a dog rather than a human, a crisp, bright laugh escaping Eret's lips. Tubbo smiled as well, bringing his other hand to rest upon Eret's significantly larger ones in an awkward high-five.

"Thank you Tubbo," Eret laughed, absolutely bursting with joy from the small boy's affection. "I'm really going to miss you." Tubbo stopped tousling the man's hair, Wilbur having relaxed significantly until Tubbo's eyes flitted over to gaze at him. Or at least that was what he assumed, seeing as how his head turned to face him.

Tubbo said nothing to him though, instead wrapping his arms sheepishly around Eret's torso, much to both the researchers' surprise. Wilbur's gasp was all but ignored, a small voice coming from Tubbo's mouth in an attempt at human speech. If Wilbur thought about it, he could make out the faint, childish words: "Miss you too." Eret stiffened, not daring to hug the child back as Tubbo let his arms fall from Eret, continuing to stare the man down.

"T-Take care, T-Tubbo," Eret said, attempting to remain calm but choking on his words every once in a while. Tubbo was pouting, nodding along as he kicked the dirt underneath his foot, watching Eret stand back up and dust off his coat. He turned back towards Wilbur with a bittersweet smile, sparing Tubbo yet another glance through teary eyes as he left the cell for what might be the last time.

"Goodbye," Eret smiled with a wave, and Wilbur couldn't help but think that Dr. Eret was perhaps one of the kindest men he'd ever met. He genuinely thought nothing could change that.

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Wilbur had been living at Site-083 for nearly five years now.

He went through his morning routine with the usual pep in his step, eating his portioned meal quickly before making his way towards Tubbo and Tommy's shared cell. He'd made good progress with Tubbo's speech yesterday, excited to begin teaching him reading now that he'd been diagnosed with dyslexia. Wilbur couldn't help but hum the tune Tommy had gotten stuck in his head as he walked through the halls, bidding good morning to some fellow researchers as he passed by.

He approached the cell, reminding himself that he also had to deal with another one of Techno's ravages later on, about to make a note for it before he realized that the door for the 7880 observation chamber was... Open. His brows furrowed, face falling into a confused frown as he approached. Dream said he was going to be busy with that George SCP today, that he wouldn't have time to drop by. As far as Wilbur was concerned, he and Dream were the only two charged with Tubbo and Tommy, so there should be no reason for anyone else to stop by.

Cautiously, he pried the door open enough to see who was inside. He couldn't restrain his gasp, nearly dropping his clipboard when he saw the white-eyed figure inside, staring blank-faced at the two SCPs. If Wilbur hadn't know better, he would have said he seemed almost... Sad. Upon hearing Wilbur's sound of surprise, he turned, face as stoic as always.

"Good morning Dr. Soot," Eret mumbled, returning his attention back to his former charge and Tommy. "I'm sorry for the break in protocol. I'll be... Out of your hair soon." And just as he said, the once delightful man quickly turned back towards the exit, brushing against Wilbur briefly, almost hesitantly before leaving.

"Hey, Eret?" Wilbur asked, unsure of how to speak to the man that was once his friend. Eret paused, turning to face Wilbur with a slight look of surprise. Wilbur's fingers fiddled with his clipboard as he stared at the man, now so different ever since his 'incident'. The report had said that there were no physcological changes in him. The report Ⱡ¡⁞ⅈǝ¶ȸ.

"Yes?" Eret asked calmly, adjusting his glasses so as to cover his eyes once more, the faint glow still visible to Wilbur despite his attempts to hide it. Wilbur's breath hitched, but pushed forward anyway.

"Would you like to see him again?" He asked despite his better judgement, although he was much to curious as to whether or not Eret would accept. "It has been an awfully long time. I'm sure he misses you." Eret paused at that, lingering at the doorway as he turned to face the bee boy again.

"No, I only came to see SCP-7883-A," Eret said in that same professional tone Wilbur had become accustomed to, although was it just Wilbur's imagination, or did he seem rather upset behind those glasses o his. "Tubbo is no longer my charge; I have no business with him. Have a good day Dr. Soot." And with that, Eret took his leave, leaving Wilbur stunned in his place, eyes falling back onto the two boys. Wilbur couldn't help but resist a smile.

Eret had called him Tubbo.

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