Wilbur had just finished killing your parents, as he stood there breathing a bit more heavily than usual with the gun still pointed at their dead bodies. They owed the mafia money they couldn’t pay, so you can imagine what happened. It was a good bloody battle, but I’m pretty sure the trained killer won. He nodded to himself as a “job well done”, as he put the still smoking gun away in the holster.

He turned around, wiping his bloody hands on his pants before starting to walk out the door of your home. But he paused in his tracks, turning around with now a look of confusion instead of the sadistic and satisfied one he previously had. Was that… sobbing? He followed the sound to a room with his gun ready at his side, carefully opening the door with suspicion. And what he saw shocked him.

A nursery room, with you in it. A little baby in a crib sobbing your little heart out.

“Wasn’t expecting that one.” He mumbled to himself, as he walked into the nursery with the intent of calming you down.