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“Miss—ACK—puffy? Why does no one want me? I’ve—*click*—been here my whole life and no one ever takes me. All my—AH—friends are gone. I just have you…” Wilbur said one day.
Puffy knelt so she was at Wilbur’s eye level. “I don’t know, kiddo. You’re just special, and special kids don’t always get ad-” she stopped mid-sentence because the door sensor went off.
“Hello, ma’am! How may I help you today?”
“Hi, there! Do you have any kids available for adoption?” the woman said.
“Yes, we do. What age range are you looking for?” puffy asked.
“Hmmm. Maybe like, 9-12 ish?”
“Perfect! We have an 11-year-old boy waiting to be adopted. Would you like to meet him?”
“Sure!”
“Alrighty! Follow me, please.” Puffy said. “Wilbur? Someone is here to meet you!”
Wilbur couldn’t believe it! Someone wanted to see…him? Usually, they go for the younger kids, like his best friend, Techno.
He walked over to what Puffy calls the “interview room.”
“Hi, Wilbur. I’m Kristin.”
“Hello—*whistle*—Kristin. Nice to meet you…” Wilbur answered. He hated how his tics came out at the worst times.
“Well, I’ll let you two talk for a few minutes, then I will check back in, okay?” Puffy said.
Wilbur nodded, nervously. Puffy mouthed to him “you will be okay. I promise :)”
“Well, Wilbur. Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?” Kristin asked with a smile.
“I—GAH—like playing guitar and—PFF—like writing songs.” He answered.
“That’s cool! Have you written a full song yet?” Kristin questioned.
“N—ABC—No, not y-yet. I’m working on one now, though. I’ve got a couple of lines done. I’m worki—FFFF—ng on the chorus.” Wilbur answered.
“That’s cool! Maybe you can play it for me sometime.” Kristin said, smiling wide.
Wilbur nodded as Puffy opened the door. “So, how did everything go? Does this seem like a good matchup?”
Wilbur and Kristin looked at each other and smiled. “Yes, I think I am going to adopt Wilbur,” Kristin said.
Wilbur’s eyes got big and excited. “R-really? You want—*whistle*—to adopt me? But aren’t my tics annoying to you?”
“No, not at all! I think it makes you unique and special.”
“See, Wilbur? I told you that you were a special one.” Puffy said smiling and winking at Wil. “Go pack your bags, bud. I’m gonna talk to Kristin for a second.”
Wilbur did as he was told, and ran to his “room.” It wasn’t a room, it was a “space” that he (used to) share with other kids his age.
He stuffed everything he could into one of the suitcases kept in the room. He also took his backpack and shoved even more things in there. He grabbed his guitar and went back to Puffy and Kristin. He saw the door was cracked open, enough so he could hear what Puffy was saying.
“You’re sure you want to adopt him? He’s a bit… how do I put it nicely…annoying to have in a household. He’s always making noise, except when he sleeps.” Puffy said.
“That’s not a problem for me. I’ve babysat 2 kids under 2 years old before, I can handle a kid who can’t control his noises.” Kristin replied.
“Okay then. Just so you know, if it gets to be too much-”
“I’ll be fine! He’s just like every other 11-year-old boy. He has his interests, he has his personality, and all you guys see him as is a kid who can’t be quiet! You know, if we take the time to talk to him and get to know him, he’s not as ‘annoying’ as everyone else says he is! So stop treating him like that.” Kristin answered.
Wilbur couldn’t believe Puffy had said that to Kristin! She was about to say that Kristin could “return” him if she wanted to!
“Hey! I heard what—PFHT—you said Miss Puffy! You always told—HAH—me that every parent is lucky to have me! Now you’re telling Kristin to bring me back if I’m too much to handle? I—*whistle*—can still take care of myself, you know. I’m still an 11-year-old boy like Kristin said. Stop treating me like I’m some disabled kid, ‘cause I’m not. I just have a un—HAGDU—controllable disorder.” Wilbur told her.
“Exactly. The boy can stand up for himself too! C’mon Wil, let’s go home.” Kristin said, frustrated.
Wilbur was so excited to finally go back to an actual house. He finally had a place to call home.
“Well, Wilbur. Welcome home!” Kristin said excitedly.
“Wow, this place looks huge!” he said astonished. “Is it—*click click*—just us here?”
“No, I forgot to mention that. I have 2 boys. Technoblade, the oldest, he’s 11 like you, and Tommy, he’s 7 and has energy for days. Also my husband, Phil.” Kristin answered. “Do you want me to go in first?”
Wilbur nodded. He disliked meeting new people because his tics come out more than usual.
“Alright. You can walk behind me if you would like. Whenever you are ready.”
“I-I’ll walk behind—AHHCK—you, if that’s okay?”
“Of course. It was my idea anyways, haha” Kristin said, chuckling a little.
Wilbur laughed nervously.
“You ready?”
Wil nodded. “Let’s go.”