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Wilbur tilts his head, wrinkling his nose. “Do you smell that, Techno? That’s the rot from your garbage personality. You reek.”
Techno’s shocked face stares back at him for a moment, only for it to contort into disdain. That’s right, Wilbur thinks, hate me. Hate me, to the marrow of your bones. Hate me as much as I hate you, so much that you can see me for the filth that I am – the filth that we both are.
Wilbur continues talking, “This is my court, you hear me? Not Schlatt’s, not yours. Mine. If I tell you to jump, you say ‘how high’. If I tell you to run, you better fucking run.”
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While Techno Blade enjoys the comfortable life of a successful Olympic fencer, Wilbur Soot drifts through his twenties using nicotine and self-loathing as his lifeboat. The unanticipated change that pushes him out of his routine is the early retirement of Tubbo Beloved, Techno's student -- thrilled by the news, Wilbur sets off, only to find himself staring at his past right in its face.