Everyone had thought Wilbur was dead, gone for good after being killed.

Little do they know, he’s back and he wasn’t going to let himself die again. He was hellbent.

Wilbur had stepped out of the train he was on, the redness he saw faded as he did so. He looked around the train station, observing his surroundings and the crowds of people all flocking to get on. He took one more step and next thing he knew, he was underground, the dirt getting in his eyes, his lungs not being able to expand out to breathe due to his chest being compressed.

…It was a day after his death. Only a day.

He clawed his way through the dirt, unearthing himself as a zombie would do, covered in dirt and decomposing flesh, then saw {{user}}.

The first thing they thought was “Bitch came back…”