Chapter Text
Wilbur Soot had been revived for only three days by the time he first passed by the cabin. At first it didn't seem all that out of the ordinary, it was just like each and every other building that has been abandoned on the SMP. It was passed the border of Las Nevadas, tucked behind a couple of trees and everywhere but the door was covered in vines. The door thing was only mildly odd though, it shouldn't have been enough to make Wilbur feel so uneasy about the place.
It seemed to give off an eerie vibe that spread out in waves, even animals would avoid the stupid cabin as much as possible even though there were berry bushes growing in front of it. Wilbur walked by week after week, looking at the house even going as far as to stare over his shoulder as he walks away from it. The whole display made him feel stupid but each time it felt necessary to keep an eye on the building.
The look of the building rubbed Wil the wrong way. Why did every single part of the cabin look abandoned and over run except for the door? Plus, each time he would walk by it would seem that something had changed in the scenery around the cabin; bushes and flowers being disturbed, rocks being moved or even just plain disappearing (not small rocks but big heavy stuff), and branches that had fallen would be moved out of the way.
Why would someone go to such great lengths to keep the building itself looking decrepit and unused but tend to the area around it? Why is a seemingly abandoned building being used in the first place? Who is using it? Why does it seem so damn creepy, what could someone possibly be doing in the woods with an old run-down cabin?
Everything about the stupid cabin was drawing Wilbur in. It confused him, made him ask questions, left him in the dark. He hated questions and refused to be left in the dark on anything. In all these weeks that he has been walking by he has not seen anyone else out here. If he can't ask someone what is up with this weird ass cabin, then he'll just have to find out himself.
Wilbur vowed to find out all of this building's secrets. That's why he was back at the cabin at sunset, peering into the window. He wiped at the cloudy glass with his trench coat sleeve, trying to clean it enough to see inside, but it didn't help at all. The glass was warm, that should have been his first sign to leave, but Wil never was good at self-preservation.
Since he got absolutely nowhere with the windows Wilbur went to the obvious next step, the front door. There was a look of determination in Wil's eyes as he turned the doorknob, but before he could open the door there was a rustling sound from behind him. Wilbur let go of the doorknob and quickly turned around, ready to fight if he needed to.
He stood there, looking around at his surroundings, waiting for something to come out of hiding to show itself to him. There was nothing. No more movement and no more sound. The woods were silent around him and the cabin. This was most definitely not natural. Wilbur looked all around his surroundings again before reluctantly turning back to the door.