The next day Wilbur sleeps in. Around noon he wakes up and as soon as he enters kitchen, Bad puts in front of his face a plate filled up with way more food then he can eat.
"Bad. I think I broke the window."
"You muffinhea-"
Skeppy says and leads Bad to the maybe broken window somewhere in the house.
Within a few seconds Wilbur stand up and run over with the half eaten plate to the bin.
He does appreciate the food but... He never will be able to eat all of it.
"Eat it."
Dream suddenly appears.
"But-"
"Now!"
Wilbur looks between the food and Dream.
He can't just show him that he is indeed scared of a green bitch.
"If you throw it away you also eat the rest of the rubbish."
Fuck it. This. No one will find out about it. No one.
Wilbur sits back down and slowly starts to eat again.
"Oh if you are full Wilbur you can stop. I know it may be a bit much."
Bad comes back with him Skeppy. Dream behind Bads back shakes his head.
Eat it, he mouths to Wilbur.
"Uhm. It's fine. I'm hungry. Don't worry."
"Oh I can make you more if you want."
Dream nods, say yes.
"Ohw... I guess I'll be fine. Don't worry"
"Alright. Well I gotta go now. Still have to go for a walk with Rat."
And here he is left with Dream again.
"Why did you say no?!"
"I- I can't eat anymore and-"
"Oh stop your stupid excuses!"
"It's the truth!"
"Fine but then you don't get anything for the next 24 hours!"
"I don't fucking care!"
"Don't talk to me like that!"
"Or what?!"
"....In your room!"
Wilbur jumps up and storms into his room slamming the door shut. Right behind him it gets locked.