(hehe last 3 characters before more plot. BY THE WAY, ID BE TOTALLY DOWN TO HAVE AN ENTIRE BOOK OF JUST MUSHROOM GEORGE FLUFF skadjsajsdhjkahsdjahdjka haha jk unless?)

Wilbur looked through the neutral floor, after discovering the pleasant surprise of George he was eager to find another gem of a subject. He opened a door and was greeted by hellish screeches. He slammed the door shut and ran to the other side of the floor. As he was catching his breath he heard humming from inside a room.

He opened the door to find a towering individual braiding a little being's hair. The smaller male looked over at Wilbur, his blue eyes brightened as he cried out. "Bad Bad Bad! Look!" 'Bad' glanced over and smiled at Wilbur. "Bad says your welcome to join us as long as you don't get me in trouble for sneaking in here. Please don't by the way-"

Wilbur chuckled and sat down with the duo. "What are your names?" the diamond speckled boy responded, "I'm Skeppy! that's BadBoyhalo, he doesn't like talking much." Bad reached over and softly ruffled Wilbur's hair. Skeppy yawned and snuggled into Bad's side. The demon looked at Wilbur and titled his head, holding up a ribbon and some flowers. Wilbur smiled, "Are you offering to do my hair? It's a bit messy but go for it." Bad looked thrilled and got to work.Wilbur half assumed that his clawed hands would be somewhat rough, but Bad was extremely tender and freaked out when he thought Wilbur flinched. Wilbur chatted about his family and told stories of his youth, laughing as he did so. Bad enjoyed Wilbur's rambling as he played with his fluffy brunette hair.

(literally, I could spend years writing fluff, but alas. The show must go on)

Wilbur bid his farewells to the duo, daisies decorating his hair. He walked through the halls and opened another random door. A small figure sat in the middle of the room Wilbur sat down by the pouting subject, "Hey... Are you okay?" Amber eyes stared the man down. "I miss Dr. Puffy..." Wilbur blinked, this sounded like a child. And subjects usually hated the Drs. "I can check if she can come see you if you'd like, what's your name?" Wilbur held a hand to his cheek, this small subject had clawed him in response to his question. "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! PUFFY WILL COME ON PUFFY'S OWN! I don't need anybody!" The short impish creature sat back down huffing. "Koi don't need a stinkin' dirty old hobo man telling Koi what to do! Now get out!" the subject started wailing. Wilbur ran as fast as he could away from the unstable being.