#wiley-lore

[s3rvantinblack]

Did you make the lyrics of Made in America on the spot, or was it a rehearsed and premade thing?

Yes it was rehearsed. Pokotho wanted to be a part of this doomed timeline one way or another. So he helped write and stage it. Not to mention he helped me write and stage the commercial jingle for commercial shoots. Dunno where I’d be without him, honestly.

[previously-missing-in-action]

Wilburton, is there any aspects of your previous life you miss? Any parts about being human, or the people you had in your life?

I miss enjoying food, or actually getting hungry to need to eat. It’s the warmth that it can provide, almost comforting, is the feeling I specifically miss. I also miss feeling my heart beat in my chest. It doesn’t do that anymore.

…

I know you want me to say I miss John MacNamara. I know you do. We were.. Close, after all. And, I’ll admit it. I missed it for a while. I missed him. But I locked that up and moved the fuck on.

I’m a Disciple now. I have a higher purpose.

[previously-missing-in-action]

Do you think in every universe you are the disciple of Wiggly? Or do you think in some universes your happy with John?

Look, I’ll spare you a too-long of an answer.

There’s very little worlds or damn universes where a Wilbur remains after stepping into The Black. Either returning to himself or merely keeping his stupid devotion to PEIP. Any version that goes back to being a Wilbur is something that doesn’t stick around for.

[previously-missing-in-action]

Having a past life is only wonderful, if you were skilled.

Wilbur knew how to sing and play a guitar, which is much more beneficial to inherit once I devoted myself to

[previously-missing-in-action]

OOC // Mind the tags! The grosser things happen under the ‘Keep Reading/More’ buffer.

“You still have his eyes, you know.”

Those words swirl and stick in Wiley’s head longer than it cared to admit. The comparisons to being Wilbur always stuck under its skin, like rusty nails digging into a foot or a splinter in a thumb.

It kneeled by itself. For the creature it’s become, it did typically stick to its words.

The everlasting darkness of the Black and White swirled around it, an eerie quietness to the area. Wiley welcomed it, for it would prefer for what’s to come.

By its legs, sat a small bucket. Inside, two vibrant green eyes stared blankly up at it. Bobbing up and down occasionally. Wiley’s hand slowly dipped down in, grabbing a single eyeball before its other hand raised to its right eye.

It’s sharp nails slowly dug in the edge of it’s eye, feeling the pressure grow and grow on it. Wiley’s hand did not relent, as its nails suddenly sank into its eye and digging underneath. It continued, head tilting up slowly. Its hand slowly managed to enclose itself over its eye.

One, two.. Snap.

Its eye came free, droplets of green staining its hand and dripping down its head where red would typically be. Despite its current progress, it felt nothing. Only a dullness.

It’s hand trembled, but lowered its now-removed eye and unceremoniously dropping into the bucket. Then, with the same energy, its other hand harshly pushed the vibrant green eye into its socket. With a squelch and the forcing of its eyelid to shut afterwards, Wiley took a moment.

Then another moment, then one more moment.

Slowly opening his eyes, its vision was restored and able to be seen through its new eye as if it’s always been there. “Praise Wiggog Y’Rath for this blessin’.” It mumbled to itself, though it knew the process was going to work in the first place. Not the first time it’s replaced a part of its body. Not by a long-shot.

Wiley slowly glanced down at the bucket again, before standing. A dull ache settled in its new eye, but nothing worse than that. Maybe another time, it’ll have the guts to put in the other vibrant green eye.

It couldn’t part with its last brown one, however. Even if that was connecting it to Wilbur still.

[previously-missing-in-action]

did you have your own personal squad when you used to work for piep?

PEIP was mine. I led it for a while, in a way.

I then saw The Truth.

[s3rvantinblack]

Do u get bothered by the lords requesting different things?

Of course not. They ask, I deliver. That is my purpose and I am content with that.

[s3rvantinblack]

If you had to pick a fruit besides green apples to eat, what would it be?

Hm- pears. Not really for any particular reason other than they’re cheaper in this economy, I suppose. Well, depending on where you go, that is.