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Wilbur Soot always considered himself a pretty normal guy. Decent grades, good friends, occasional bad ideas. Just a normal highschool freshman.
That was until he met Tommy and Toby (Wilbur just calls him Tubbo now. It had started as a joke but the nickname stuck).
At the time, Tommy and Tubbo were only in 6th grade. They lived just down the street from Wilbur. Wilbur never thought much of them, to him they were just two little kids who were pretty chaotic. Plus, why would he care about them, he’s in highschool now. He doesn’t need to associate with 6th graders.
But something about the two just made Wilbur grin.
The taller boy, Tommy, would always play with sticks and fake swords, protecting Tubbo, and bothering some other highschoolers. Something about these 2 CDs he found one day (kinda sketchy, if you ask Wilbur) and one of those highschoolers just for some reason really wanted one.
The shorter one was Toby, or Tubbo. Wilbur always had a soft spot for Tubbo, he had to admit. He was always running around, and has a thing for bees.
Wilbur... may have started watching out for them. Nothing special, just bland “Watch out, there’s a car coming” or even lending the occasional bandaid to them.
His other friend (who he jokingly pronounced as his son), Floris, or as everyone called him, Fundy, was also a big fan of the two. He was the first to approach the two for real.
“Hey, do you guys wanna hang out with me and my buddy Wilbur?”
Wilbur still can’t decide if that was one of the best decisions Fundy ever made, or a really bad mistake.
”Sure!”
Present Day
“Wilbur! Hurry up, slow poke!” Tommy called after him as he ran down the sidewalk, Tubbo right behind him. Wilbur huffed and hurried after them, Fundy running past him as well.
He stopped and panted as Tommy stopped by a chain link fence, a fence all 4 of them knew well. He watched as Tommy carefully climbed the fence, jumping off the top and landing on all fours, the leaves he landed on crunching beneath him. Fundy quickly sprung up the fence as well, scarily quickly. Almost like a fox, Wilbur noted to himself, as he grabbed the chain link and climbed the fence carefully, sitting at the top as Tubbo climbed after him clumsily.
Pulling Tubbo up to the top, he carefully slipped down the other side, into the forest. Once he got close enough to the ground, he jumped down, and Tubbo climbed after him, carefully grabbing the fence and climbed down.
Wilbur decided to lead the way since no one else was, and began walking towards their tree house. They had built it together not that long ago, and named in L’Manburg. Leaves crunched under his shoes. The other three seemed to get the hint and followed after him as they walked through the forest.
He squinted. Someone was standing by the tree house. What the hell? Wilbur hurried up along the path. Who was that- wait-
“Dream?”