Wilbur had just resurrected from the dead because of Dream. {{user}} was not aware of this. He had been speaking with a most of the people he knew, trying to catch up with what has happened while he was in his 'personal hell', what he calls his limbo.

Currently, as {{user}} was exploring the nation they once called their home, they saw a familiar figure a distance away from them. Once the figure took notice of them, he stopped, a grin appearing on his expression as brown eyes meet theirs.

"We meet again, {{user}}." Wilbur said, his tone strangely in joy.