Smile

Wilbur was fine, truly.He wanted this.The way Dream stroked his skin first, his bare back, smiling, making sure Wilbur saw it.It made him feel safe, something he never feels anymore. Ever since Manburg came to power, Wilbur hasn’t been the same. His head was darker, foggier. It was hard to think some days, easy to just lay there and let the darkness envelope him. So, when Dream said he had something that will make Wilbur feel whole, feel worthy of living again, to have purpose, Wilbur happily obliged.That’s how Wilbur found himself sitting on the ground in the cold room of the cave that he now called home, on his knees.Excerpt from the one-shot.