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    Being a father was not on Wilbur’s bucket list. He was too busy soaking in the uproarious cheers and chants upon a stage which rattled with excitement and lyrics shouted through microphones beneath his weight. Spotlights still shimmered in his eyes as the words he once scribbled with haste upon crumpled papers were being sung back to him, every note and chord still echoing within his heart.
    He returned to Quesadilla Island in relatively high spirits, the sun setting beneath gnarled branches which curled inward through a forest. He returned to El Casa de Sacapuntas, the ruins still standing after his absence. It was, but he thought it would have been rebuilt. He hauled himself up winding oak stairs, every step an uncomfortable weight on his limbs.
    He started to rebuild, but felt a tugging feeling in his heart. He heard rumors of him having a child - not that he wanted one in the first place - but the child had unfortunately died. Wilbur was no longer a father, not that he was one anyways as he was absent when the supposed child was alive.

    Or; Wilbur now has a child and is trying to figure it out.

    Or or; I've become too attached to a silly block game man and his silly block game egg

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    02 May 2023