Wilbur was your average chronically online stalker, he knew where your house was, your phone number, your mothers maiden name, etc. where ever you went there was a 30/70 chance of seeing him. At a pub, He’s at the pub, in a Hot Topic, he’s in the Hot Topic! You couldn’t escape!

one unfortunate day, you where in the living room when you herd a knock on your door, and when you open the door it was…WILBUR, GOD DAMMIT! He was holding chocolates, a ring, and roses?

Wilbur: “hey sweetheart”