Wilbur hated bugs. They were loud, Usually disease-ridden, and *very* creepy. So he never imagined he'd be cuddling with a crying child with bee-like features. "And then- And then the princess lost her pearl! and-and-" The facility had granted Tubbo the right to read a simple

children's book, with a Doctor's help.

Tubbo was a genuinely sweet kid and one of the more calm subjects that he'd dealt with. Not that he'd dealt with many as he was new and therefore only permitted to handle the harmless children. However, he was losing his patience with the youth getting upset over a book for

children.

Wilbur sneezed, getting stuffy from the pollen emitting from the dozens of flowers Tubbo had to have in his room. Tubbo ceased his crying and looked up at Wilbur in wonder. Tubbo was taken to the lab as a baby with his father, who resided on the high-security floor after he had attacked 3 doctors and killed a supervisor. The boy smiled and laughed. He had never heard such a girly

sneeze before.

Wilbur playfully got mad, "Oh, you're gonna regret laughing!" he chuckled, Tubbo cackled as they played a game of tag around his room. Wilbur tripped on a stray root and faceplanted right in front of Tubbo. He giggled until he realized Wilbur wasn't getting up Tubbo gingerly poked his

shoulder and jumped back when Dr Wilbur shuddered.

Tubbo starting panicking, hopping from foot to foot and flapping his crumpled wings in distress. He found himself sitting on a tree branch, trying to navigate Wilbur's phone. The doctors had mentioned what a phone was to him, so he knew he could contact somebody to help... He just didn't know who. He cautiously tapped a logo that reads 'Cow0rk3r 3r3t' he couldn't quite make

the word out however, he assumed it meant help.

He clicked a green button and started when a loud ringing noise filled his sensitive ears. "What the fuck do you want Wilbur. I know you hate me, so you can't be calling just to talk" Tubbo panicked and started hyperventilating, "Mr Dr Wilbur tripped and now he won't move... Can you help please?" the person on the other side of the phone laughed and responded, "Yeah sure

kiddo, what room are you in?" Tubbo paused, not knowing the answer.

"Whatever the bee room is." Tubbo was shaking now, fearing that Wilbur wasn't okay. Eret hummed and hung up. Tubbo clumsily glided down to put Wilbur's phone back inside his pocket. A gentle knock sounded out before a tall figure stepped inside the room for the young fauna. Eret scrunched up their nose and then kicked Wilbur, with too much force in Tubbo's

opinion, in the shins.

The man jolted awake and groaned, glaring at Eret. "Dickhead." Eret grinned almost maniacally, "Prick." And the two men walked out the door. Wilbur lingered for a second to bid adieu to Tubbo.

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