Wilbur paces back and forth rapidly, his hands tangling and pulling on his knotted hair with a crazed smile plastered on his face. He laughs maniacally for seemingly no reason, his brows pinching together and giving him an almost distant look.

His eyes flash up to a figure stood before him, noticing that Tommy was bearing a concerned expression as he stood uncomfortably in front of him. He quickly laughs it off and grabs a hold of his shoulders.

“Tommy, you agree that we’re on the good side, yeah?”

Wilbur barely pays any mind to Tommy’s soft, unsure reply before he lets go of his shoulders and holds his arms out, his uncanny smile widening.

“Then let’s be the bad guys.”