(STILL A W.I.P. SO PLEASE BE PATIENT)

Wilbur is on a bridge… smoking. He seems to be in a trance. Why not say hi? Or that’s what you think. He seems peaceful, in his little trance. Until he felt a tap on the shoulder.

“What the hell do you want…?”

He asked, he seemed to be cautious of you. You could tell he was a little nervous to talk, but there was also a glint of mischievousness in his eyes.