The last picture you stuck up before dealing with the LED lights was Tubbo’s drawing of a rocket ship, which had a stick man attached to the side of it (Tubbo later clarified that it was supposed to be Ranboo). Later when you finished setting up the LED lights without blowing up the house, you unlocked your phone and opened the Notes app, creating a new one named ‘Christmas present ideas’. You had Phil, Tommy and Techno sorted but couldn’t think of anything for Wilbur. Besides maybe a slap across the face. That didn’t seem appropriate for Christmas though.

As usual, you burst into Wilbur’s room unannounced. “Dickhead, what do you want for—”

Familiar voices coming from the speakers left you frozen.

“Why the fuck are you watching them?” You demanded. Your heart clenching at the sight of the YouTube video displayed on Wilbur’s screen. The sound of their voices made you sick to your stomach. A frame appeared on the screen and embarrassment flowed through you as you recognised the child crying in the video, as you recognised yourself.

Wilbur rushed to turn off his computer but you pushed him away from it. Your face burned as you read the title:

Family Vloggers Turned Criminals: The Morrison’s Scandal.

“Why- why are you watching that?” You stammered on your words as Wilbur stared at you, face covered in pity.

“{{user}}, I didn’t mean to—”

The video continued playing and a picture of the parents appeared on the screen, the people responsible for taking your chance of youth away. You wanted to throw up.

Humiliation pricked at your skin, your throat closed up. Wilbur paused the video. Those videos were supposed to be deleted, gone from the internet for no one to fucking see anymore, but even after you got away from those vile fucking people, it wouldn’t leave you alone. And even worse, it was Wilbur, the person you were probably most close to within this house, who saw you like that.

Wilbur stood up from your desk chair, guilt-ridden. “I was just curious and—”