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The next thing Wilbur felt he really had to do, was talk to Scott.
But to do that, Wilbur wanted George by his side in case he freaked out and got stuck on his words, but he couldn't get George to come with him unless he lied to George, or told George about his meeting with Sally. And Wilbur knew that if George found out about his meeting with Sally, then George would fucking murder Wilbur in his sleep, and then tell Dream and Phil. And if Dream knew, then all of their mutual friends would know that Wilbur willingly spoke to Sally, and no longer really thought of her as a bad person.
And if Phil knew, then Wilbur's social life was going to be over until he was fifty. And he'd rather be allowed to go out with his boyfriend (Wilbur still couldn't believe he was allowed to call George his boyfriend, and it had been several months since they'd started going out) then stuck at home permanently.
But Wilbur was willing to make this risk if it meant he could bring George with him to Scott's place, so George could help explain some of the bad bits about Wilbur being raped, and manipulated and all that bad stuff that made Wilbur feel sick when he had to think about it, or hear about it, or continue to get creepy ass Instagram and Twitter DMs asking for him to whore himself out as he had apparantly done so for Jared, that asshole.
It disgusted him, so Wilbur tended to avoid social media now. He'd even gone as far as to make new Instagram and Twitter accounts, this time private to all but his friends and family, only keeping the old ones which got the creepy DMs because Wilbur would share information about his music to them. He'd bought a microphone and muffler, and Wilbur, upon Tommy and George's encouragement, had begun to post some of his songs, which he was happy with. His most recent one (and most popular one) was called "My Ex Boyfriend", and it was about Jared, essentially.
Wilbur could still remember his conversation with George, after Wilbur showed George the song.
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"Wilbur, are you sure this is a good idea?" George looked at Wilbur, concerned. The final recording had just played, and despite how it briefly went over the abuse Wilbur had suffered in one verse, where Wilbur listed a bunch of things and then musically called Jared a piece of worthless trash who should die in a hole (Dream was taking an influence on Wilbur, he'd noticed), Wilbur had to say he was proud of the song, and liked listening to it. Despite the subject matter, it was one of Wilbur's favourite songs, trumped only by the song Wilbur had written for George a few nights after they met.
There was even a verse for Sally! Though because of her apology, and perhaps one of the things that George found weird about the song, it didn't bash her too hardly. Only some minor Sally bashing in "My Ex Boyfriend".
"Yeah! You and Tommy have been telling me to get my feelings out creatively, right? So I wrote about my experiences in a song." Wilbur shrugged. "Might do the same later, with my childhood experiences, but boy, this is not the time to unpack that suitcase. It's staying in my closet for now."
George laughed at that. "I always forget that Phil adopted you, y'know? Then you mention anything about your childhood and I'm smacked in the face with that realisation." Wilbur grinned at George.
"To be fair, I have picked up quite a few mannerisms from Phil, and habits that not even Tommy or Techno have developed. It's not too far of a stretch to assume I'm not biological, if you ignore the wing thing." George just smiled at Wilbur again, and glancing at the computer screen, George sighed, thugh the smile never left his face, gentle and making George's eyes crinkle in a way that overall made George look happy, a look Wilbur loved to see on George's face.
"Play it for me again, Wilby? Then we'll publish it."
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But that was all off topic. Wilbur was distracting himself from the idea that he needed to tell George about his meeting up with Sally, if he wanted George with him to tell Scott the truth, and apologise.
...
Upon second thought, maybe Wilbur would just tell Scott himself.
When Scott opened the door, his eyes lighting up for a moment before darkening at the sight of Wilbur, Wilbur's heart was racing.
Of course, Scott let Wilbur in. Wilbur expected nothing less from Scott, because even when Scott was absolutely pissed beyond imagination, or beyond redemption, Scott still treated everyone with respect, and gave them a chance to talk. Scott absolutely didn't always apologise, multiple times Scott had come to Wilbur when they were talking frequently over text, and complained about fucked up apologies he'd gotten.
Like when Scott's friend Joel had apologised for trying to initiate Scott into a cult, and successfully initiated their mutual friend and Joel's girlfriend, Lizzie, into said cult, which ended up with Lizzie almost dead. Or when Oli had almost burnt down the apartment block making toast, and then blamed the fire on Callum, who'd been asleep.
Thing's like that. Wilbur knew that Scott didn't always forgive apologies, so even as Scott offered Wilbur a drink, the pair quiet inside of Scott's living room, Wilbur's anxiety was making his heart beat out of his chest. Wilbur wouldn't have been surprised if he had a heart attack on the spot.
When neither spoke, Wilbur decided to swallow what little pride he had left, and broke the tension.
"I'm going to hate myself for bringing it up, but to preface, have you seen the videos of me?" Wilbur swallowed, and Scott gave Wilbur a slightly bewildered look.
"I don't think so, no. What videos? And how do they play into..." Scott trailed off. "Whatever this is?"
Wilbur swallowed again. "It, um, it plays into this all." Wilbur took a deep breath. "So first off, I'm going to say I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I lied to you, Callum and Oli, and continued to lie, and then ghosted you the moment something bad happened, and despite what you did to help me, I fucked up. So I'm going to say I'm sorry."
"Apology noted." Scott sat down, and passed Wilbur a cup of coffee, Scott's hands wrapped around his own drink. He leaned back into the couch, watching Wilbur intently. "Considering you came all this way and accepted a drink, I'm going to assume there's an explanation, especially the note on whatever the videos are, so I might forgive you if the explanation suffices. but as of now, I'm in the fence."
Wilbur nodded, sipping the coffee.
Of course Scott remembered how Wilbur liked his coffee.
"Well, I, um, I didn't lie about everything. Y'know how I told you guys about Sally? My ex girlfriend, who hurt me?"
Scott nodded. "The one with the friend, Jared."
"Right. Well, I, er, I told you that, that Jared didn't do anything to hurt me. But he did, and that's where the videos I mentioned come in, but also not. Because they were taken at the time, but not released until later, y'know?" When Scott didn't respond, Wilbur continued. "Jared, um, Jared hurt me when I was with Sally, and she enabled it. I spoke with her about a week ago, and she explained her side of the story, but I'm telling you mine. Jared, um, Jared..." WIlbur trailed off.
"He, um, he raped me. And he took photos, and videos without my consent, and more resently, only a few months ago, he was using them to blackmail me, Dream and Sapnap. When George butted in, after almost dying because of Sapnap and Dream trying to protect me, Jared posted those videos and photos online, by making an advertising post in Instagram saying that if anyone wanted to see 'The great Technoblade's brother exposed', to message the sock puppet account. And if you did, you got an automatic response with the files."
"Holy shit." Scott's voice was quiet.
Wilbur too another sip of his coffee, staring into the surface of the mug. He could see his own reflection, and he grimaced slightly, ignoring the drink's reflection for now.
"And y'know how I said James was Jared's brother, later on? Well, James was actually Jared. He, um, he knocked out Fundy, and then when Fundy woke up, he told Fundy that we were dating, and that he was named James. And because Fundy had never really met Jared, he got away with it until my family and Dream got involved. And James never really hurt me, when he claimed he wasn't Jared, but I still lied to you about that." Wilbur's voice was a mumble at the end, though by some miracle, Scott could understand what Wilbur was saying.
"That's awful, Will." Scott murmured. Wilbur just nodded, and looked down again.
"So yeah. That's it, I think." He said, and Scott hummed slightly.
"I take it you're safe now, and out of Jared's hands?" He prompted, and again, Wilbur nodded.
"I'd be concerned if I wasn't, considering I'm with George." He laughed. Scott's eyes lit up at that.
"You two are together?" Wilbur nodded, flushing slightly.
"Yeah. Two months. I think you and Dream are the only people who know."
"I'm honoured the be one of the first to know, Will." Scott smiled at Wilbur again, and they sat in silence for a moment longer, Wilbur finishing his coffee. Scott collected the mug after Wilbur was done wth it, and took it to the kitchen, rinsing it out as he hummed to himself, Wilbur somewhat comfortable in the quiet. Checking his watch for the time, Wilbur dully noted it, remembering that he had a date with George coming up in about an hour. Well, Dream and Fundy would be there, and to Fundy, George and Wilbur were masking it as being third and forth wheels instead of a double date.
"I, um, I should head off soon. I promised to meet George and a few friends out for lunch." Wilbur broke the comfortable silence, and Scott just smiled at Wilbur again.
"Of course! Take care, Wilbur. And make sure to keep in touch, I'm here if you need me." Scott opened the door for Wilbur, giving Wilbur a quick hug before Wilbur left, the door to Scott's apartment clicking gently behind him as the door was closed and locked.
And with that, Wilbur headed off to meet his friends and boyfriend.