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// NOT FEELING LIKE MYSELF //

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killing myself in front of my dad to forever change the trajectory of his apology tour

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imagine having a kid fucking L

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Hey Fundy,

Um … well I was thinking of going to the library sometime this week and was thinking it might be a fun granddad - grandchild bonding activity (Tubbo’s son Mikey might also be coming), would you be okay with Yogurt coming too? We can pick some fun books out together :^)

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Uhhhhh. Sure--sure? Don't let him eat the paper though.

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You think?

[Fundy sighs again and bites back a "that would make two of us" joke. Wrong time, wrong place, etc.]

I don't really know what to say to her.

[In that way, he's sort of relieved she didn't come today.]

Yogurt, do you want some food? Your grandpa's a pretty good cook, you know.

[A knock.]

Uhhhhh.. Hi? This is the right place, yeah?

-🦊

Wilbur perks up from his spot at the kitchen, chopping fruit in a meticulous kind of way.

He sets down the knife, fixes his hair, makes sure he doesn’t have goop anywhere.

Deep breath.

He answers the door with a smile and a jolliness that’s probably just a little too large, due to nervousness.

“Fundy! And little Yogurt! Come in, come in. Yes! This is the place! Do you like it? We’re having scotch pancakes today I hope that’s okay?”

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Yeah! Just to--just to, you know, say hi. I've been around and didn't-- come find you sooner, and stuff.

[Fundy looks away, fixing his gaze on the river again. He opens his mouth and closes it again, thinking, before deciding to ask anyways.]

Are-Are you guys fighting?

[He kind of hates the way the question sounds so childish coming out of his mouth.]

[A knock.]

Uhhhhh.. Hi? This is the right place, yeah?

-🦊

Wilbur perks up from his spot at the kitchen, chopping fruit in a meticulous kind of way.

He sets down the knife, fixes his hair, makes sure he doesn’t have goop anywhere.

Deep breath.

He answers the door with a smile and a jolliness that’s probably just a little too large, due to nervousness.

“Fundy! And little Yogurt! Come in, come in. Yes! This is the place! Do you like it? We’re having scotch pancakes today I hope that’s okay?”

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That little guy right there, I guess.

[Fundy gestures to Yogurt.]

Um. Not a lot, really. I haven't really felt up to it. I keep thinking I want to go back to work but then, I don't really know. Someone told me Quackity put Yogurt in charge of investments or something? Did I tell you that? I think that guy was lying.

[He shrugs, looking down and picking at a pancake. He gets halfway through it before he sets the fork down.]

Oh, and mom messaged me.

[A knock.]

Uhhhhh.. Hi? This is the right place, yeah?

-🦊

Wilbur perks up from his spot at the kitchen, chopping fruit in a meticulous kind of way.

He sets down the knife, fixes his hair, makes sure he doesn’t have goop anywhere.

Deep breath.

He answers the door with a smile and a jolliness that’s probably just a little too large, due to nervousness.

“Fundy! And little Yogurt! Come in, come in. Yes! This is the place! Do you like it? We’re having scotch pancakes today I hope that’s okay?”

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[This is great, because Fundy is also not meeting Wilbur's eyes. He follows Wilbur, sticking his head into the spare bedroom for the briefest of moments. Fundy pauses when they reach the porch, letting out a small sigh when he sees the river. Something aches. He ignores it.]

It's like home..

[That part's muttered under his breath, meant for no one in particular to hear.

He sets the tray down, pulling out a chair for himself. Yogurt is very taken with the swing bench, kicking his legs in an attempt to (mostly unsuccessfully) make it go higher.]

So.. looks like you've been busy.

[A knock.]

Uhhhhh.. Hi? This is the right place, yeah?

-🦊

Wilbur perks up from his spot at the kitchen, chopping fruit in a meticulous kind of way.

He sets down the knife, fixes his hair, makes sure he doesn’t have goop anywhere.

Deep breath.

He answers the door with a smile and a jolliness that’s probably just a little too large, due to nervousness.

“Fundy! And little Yogurt! Come in, come in. Yes! This is the place! Do you like it? We’re having scotch pancakes today I hope that’s okay?”

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No, uh, this is cool.

[Kind of at a loss at what to do, Fundy picks at the berries next to Yogurt, watching as Wilbur finishes up with the food. It occurs to him, weirdly, that he hasn't had a meal with Wilbur in.. A really long time.

Yogurt takes the bowl from Wilbur, yipping affirmatively, while Fundy piles the rest of the food onto the tray, picking it up.]

It's bigger than the van, at least? Did you-- make this yourself?

[A knock.]

Uhhhhh.. Hi? This is the right place, yeah?

-🦊

Wilbur perks up from his spot at the kitchen, chopping fruit in a meticulous kind of way.

He sets down the knife, fixes his hair, makes sure he doesn’t have goop anywhere.

Deep breath.

He answers the door with a smile and a jolliness that’s probably just a little too large, due to nervousness.

“Fundy! And little Yogurt! Come in, come in. Yes! This is the place! Do you like it? We’re having scotch pancakes today I hope that’s okay?”

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[Fundy takes in the space, suddenly feeling like a stranger. It's a nice place. Comfy. Whatever.]

Pancakes? This is pretty--pretty fancy breakfast.

[He turns his attention to Yogurt, glad to be able to focus on something else, leaning over the couch to peer down at the kid.]

How about that, Yogurt? Pancakes sound good? C'mon, let's feed you before you.. run around some more.

[He lifts Yogurt up, balancing him in his arms.]

Where's the porch again?

[A knock.]

Uhhhhh.. Hi? This is the right place, yeah?

-🦊

Wilbur perks up from his spot at the kitchen, chopping fruit in a meticulous kind of way.

He sets down the knife, fixes his hair, makes sure he doesn’t have goop anywhere.

Deep breath.

He answers the door with a smile and a jolliness that’s probably just a little too large, due to nervousness.

“Fundy! And little Yogurt! Come in, come in. Yes! This is the place! Do you like it? We’re having scotch pancakes today I hope that’s okay?”

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[Yogurt runs past Wilbur's legs the moment the door opens, excitedly exploring the new environment. Fundy gives up on trying to reign him in, stepping into the house after him. He stuffs his hands in his pockets.]

Pancakes sound great.

[He tries to return the smile. It's a little shaky.]

[A knock.]

Uhhhhh.. Hi? This is the right place, yeah?

-🦊

Wilbur perks up from his spot at the kitchen, chopping fruit in a meticulous kind of way.

He sets down the knife, fixes his hair, makes sure he doesn’t have goop anywhere.

Deep breath.

He answers the door with a smile and a jolliness that’s probably just a little too large, due to nervousness.

“Fundy! And little Yogurt! Come in, come in. Yes! This is the place! Do you like it? We’re having scotch pancakes today I hope that’s okay?”

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Where did you get this picture of my parents

this is wilbur and sally by the way

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is that a good thing?

Yeah I guess I mean the alternative is random salmon are pretending to be my mother which is just very weird.very weird.

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H-hey mom!.. it's-it's good to see you! It's been a while.

Um, uh, whatve you been up to?

Baby? funny is that you? -🐟

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mom?

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I'm going to throw up that's actually my fucking mom for real