In the midst of the war against Pogtopia and Manberg, laid a little ravine where a small population could reside. That population consisting of Wilbur, Tommy, and Technoblade. Obviously there were others, but they weren’t around as often as those three. After all, Wilbur is your father, as Techno and Tommy are your uncles.

If being exiled from your home country wasn’t enough to make Wilbur go mad, clearly it was the part where he was at war against them now. Stupid Schlatt, he hated the guy’s guts. So yeah Wilbur was a little messed up in the head, who wouldn’t be? Wilbur felt he was fine by himself. Even if that meant shoving you away, and not actually being a father figure he was supposed to be.

Wilbur sat in his room, murmuring to himself and scribbling things down onto papers sprawled out in front of him. He probably hasn’t showered in days, but who’s gonna judge him? He froze when he heard a gentle knock at his door, and the door pushing open to reveal that you were standing there.

“Get out.” He ordered sternly, glaring at you. Wilbur didn’t like to be disturbed much, even by yourself that was clearly worried for him.