#I'm pretty sure I'm actually close to finishing it rn which is crazy

[cherrirui-official]

Look out Salty!!! Pastey's hanging onto the other side!!!! And he won't give up 'til the end of him!!!!!

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#I have been playing Sonic Frontiers recently can u tell? #Would you believe me if I told you I picked it up again bc I was stuck on the side of a road? #I'm pretty sure I'm actually close to finishing it rn which is crazy #Anyways I stg the next post won't be Pastey related I swear on my left foot just lemme be silly for a moment!!!!!! #saltydkdan #sanctoklinge #cherris canvas #ms pastey #yes these posts are getting their own tag bc this is definitely not gonna be the last one I think #I'm sorry ladies

[rainofdaisies]

She decided to scroll through her contacts and found only one person with the label: online. She decidedly felt the need to ask if she wanted to call, feeling the need for solace

stalking. that's all. Don't take this seriously as this is like his actual personality, this is just a oneshot. Based Simpbur | Lonely Boy. Originally on Wattpad!

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Y/N was curled up on the cushion of her couch, staring out the window as they listened to music from her headphones,  listening to music that she loved because it helped calm her down. Her eyes were glazed over with a look of complete and utter bliss and her lips were parted slightly as if there was something stuck in her mouth and she couldn't get it out.

There were dark circles under her eyes which spoke volumes about how tired she really was but Y/N didn't care. She could feel herself slipping into unconsciousness every so often even though she kept fighting against it with all her might.

It was a bit like when you have a fever which makes your body feel fuzzy and lightheaded. You can't stop thinking about everything around you. You just can't focus on anything for more than ten seconds at a time without having some sort of trouble keeping your mind straight.

When that happens your entire world is reduced to those moments that are happening now. It's like a movie and you're watching someone else live their life for a split second. 

She then felt like she was being watched for some reason, grabbed a chip bag, and turned off the lights, heading to her room. She thought, Why have I been feeling like this? She closed the blinds, continuing her series of watching her favorite Netflix series. 

She decided to scroll through her contacts and found only one person with the label: online. She decidedly felt the need to ask if she wanted to call, feeling the need for solace.

You

Hey Wilbur, wanna call? Feeling like I need to talk to someone about smtg

Wilbur

Sure Y/N

Anything for you

You're prolly in bed rn, right

You

ye

why?

Wilbur

[Wilbur has sent an attachment.]

You😃

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You

😃

Wilbur

I'ma call you rq

[Incoming Call]

ACCEPT                    DECLINE

"Hey, Y/N," Wilbur said, seemingly whispering.

"Why're you whispering?"

"Never mind that! Anyways, how're you faring?"

"Uh, just feeling like I'm gettin stalked by someone right now. I'm not pretty enough to get stalked lmao."

"Did you just say lmao and not L-M-A-O?"

"Of course, I just did."

He then did a dramatic fainting pose, which resulted in her stifling a laugh. "And why do you think that you're being stalked? And don't tell me it's just my imagination because I know it isn't."

"It's not you! But maybe if you knew how much the person was following me you'd be able to tell me who it is."

He turned silent, then laughed as if she had gone crazy. "Are you telling me you got stalked by someone?!"

He sounded like he wasn't even kidding when he asked that. "That sounds impossible, Y/N! How would they find you anyway? Are you living alone? If so, how does that work?"

"Well, I do live alone -" she was cut off by Wilbur's chuckling and he appeared to be wiping tears off his face because of the hysterical laughter. When she felt that she'd said too much she quickly shut him down, cutting him off mid sentence. "Sorry Wilbur, I shouldn't have gotten so personal. I should go. Have fun. Talk to you later!"

"But I didn't-" Before he could finish his statement you hung up. What is with him today and why does he keep on like - shutting me out? That thought lingered in her mind as she shut down her laptop, setting it on her nightstand.

She took a moment before turning off her lamp, climbing in her bed and pulling the covers up to her chin. The only sound that could be heard was her heavy breathing from a lack of oxygen. As the minutes passed the feeling of being stared at crept back up and became so strong she decided to check her phone, having the urge to call emergency services, running and hiding in her closet.

And she accidentally dialed her friend without realizing it.

"Hello! Uh, I have a feeling that I'm being stalked by someone."

"Uh-huh! We'll be there in ten minutes! But don't come out of the closet, OK?" The 'operator' responded. Then, she heard a whisper of happily strung words.

"Huh...?"

And she saw the closer doors opening.

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A/N: I don't think I can sleep after this ;')