Maybe itβs late, but Iβm thinking so hard about cTntduo. Thinking about how cWilbur, someone who throughout all his life was desperate for validation and acceptanceβ to the point where heβd work himself to death being a leader, to the point where heβd host a re-election just to prove to himself that people still liked him, was banished away in what was essentially a sensory deprivation tank for over a decade.
I feel like people really underestimate what that would do to a person.
Thirteen years alone, cold, with no one to talk to besides yourself. No semblance of escape or rescue because youβre quite literally in an other-worldly dimension that is virtually unknown to the world above, and who wouldnβt save you even if they could hear your screams.
Obviously Revivebur is a functional character because, wellβ it wouldnβt be as interesting of a watch otherwise.
But realistically, c!Wilbur post revival would not be able to function normally afterwards. Isolation for one month does horrific things to a person and their psyche. Let alone thirteen, almost fourteen years.
Wilbur wouldnβt just be some touch-starved guy whoβs clingy in an easily-romanticised fashion, the attachment and abandonment issues that man would have would be insane. Not just emotionally, but physically existing would be such a difficult feat. Re-learning how to sleep, eat, take basic care of himself. Thatβs why itβs so insane to me how Wilbur, after experiencing isolation for that longβ to the point where it would ruin himβ still remains isolated afterwards.
But this time itβs worse, because now there is people. People who can see him, hear him, talk to himβ help him.
But all they can do is fear him. Shun him, back away and avert their gaze.
To an extent, itβs not their fault, theyβre not evil for this.
But we have to understand that c!Wilburβs subsequent infatuation, obsession with Quackity is not as a result of him being βcrazyβ or inherently creepy, itβs only natural.
Itβs only what to be expected.
Someone, after yearsβ is finally doing the basic act of fucking paying attention to him and it sends him over the god damn moon.
βSomeoneβs finally looking at me, talking to me! This is great!β
Quackityβs simple, humane act of treating him like a fucking person is what locks in his obsession. Thatβs what tips him over the edge, makes him devote his every waking hour to their rivalryβ because someone is treating him like a human being.
Wilbur was trapped for so long banging on a glass door, begging to be let in from the cold. But all anyone could see was a rabid monster clawing their way inside to destroy them.
Quackity was the only person who dared to merely grab the handle.
The tragedy of cWilburβs POV is not that heβs being showered with affections and gifts and more love than he knows how to handle, heβs being shown the most basic form of human interactionβ and it becomes the only thing that fuels his life.
Now imagine what would happen if Quackity were to give him anything more than that.
