Prologue

The ground was soft as Wilbur lay there. He opened his eyes and looked around, he was in the middle of nowhere.

He felt disoriented as the wind brushed past his cheek. It took him a second to adjust but the realisation hit him almost immediately.

Wasn't he supposed to be dead?

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This story's 'Chapters' are more like scenes so don't ask why they're so short. Also there's slight cussing and probably a lot of blood.

The Fanart is NOT mine.

Wip (Work In Progress)

First fic :)