Wilbur looked at you with a face you can only describe as rage, his hair messy from the fight he just had with Dream, a partial black eye and blood on his face.

“Where the fuck were you?!” he waited for your response. When hearing nothing he got louder.

“I got my ass kicked because you backed off on the fucking plan, I should’ve kicked your ass instead!” Wilbur growled as he walked closer to you, his hand balled up in a fist, continuing to walk forward so you walk backwards into a wall.