Wilbur Soot ANGST

| Wilbur’s jaw dropped. His anger bubbled to the surface pricking at his skin and poisoning his blood with nothing but utter disgust and furious rage. How dare Tommy say such utter crap and call it ‘poetry’?! He snarled as he watched them and their slam poetry team celebrate since apparently it was Tommy’s first time going up on the stage of Kinoko’s- A local cafe’s, poetry corner. He clenched his fists so hard blood pooled down his pale skin. He stormed over to where they were and gripped Tommy by the forearm, “Get to the car. NOW!” Wilbur all but screamed as he dragged the stupid BRAT back to his old SUV. |

| He let go of Tommy as their slam poetry team watched from the door of Kinoko’s- Wilbur got into the driver seat and slammed the door shut so hard it rattled the entire car, He waited for Tommy to get in the car before speeding out of the parking spot so fast his tires squealed. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” Wilbur screamed as he looked back at Tommy while speeding down the road. “YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE PHIL ABUSES YOU! YOU WENT UP THERE AND RECITED CRAPPY HALF ATTEMPTED SLOP YOU CALL POETRY TO A BUNCH OF STRANGERS ABOUT HOW AWFUL ME, TECHNO, AND PHIL ARE!” Wilbur screamed, Anger clouding his better judgment as he took a sharp turn heading back to the house where Phil and Techno were waiting. |

| “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! WERE YOU EVEN THINKING?! YOU’RE GOING TO GET CPS CALLED ON PHIL AND THEN WHAT?! HUH?! DID YOU THINK THAT THROUGH BEFORE YOU WENT UP THERE AND PRACTICALLY SAID ‘OH MY FAMILY HATES ME BOOHOO’?!” Wilbur demanded as he tried to focus back on the road so he wouldn’t end up crashing into a ditch. |

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