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Wilbur is staring death in the face.

This isn’t new for him honestly, death is just another part of his miserable life. Whether it’s him dying as he falls into a bottomless void or one of his beloved pets falling away to nothingness, death is not new to Wilbur.

This time is different though. It’s different because unlike every other death before, Wilbur is likely about to die by choice. He is inching closer and closer to death by the minute of his own accord, an innocent rabbit about to be tugged into the void beside him.

‘At least I won’t be alone this time.’

It was an impulsive decision, one made out of a fit of anger. The Sky Gods had forsaken him, had toyed with him. Wilbur was nothing more than their lonely little lab rat, stuck on a shitty floating island where he was doomed to watch the things he loved die and fall away from him as they watched from above and laughed as they gave him music disks.

Wilbur could not survive with bloody music disks.

So he gathered his new rabbit into a boat and demanded compromise from his Gods. If he was forced to be their entertainment for all eternity the very least they could do is give him something he wanted, something he needed.

Dirt or a lava bucket, that was all he was asking for.

As the minutes went on though it was becoming clearer and clearer the Sky Gods were not going to give in. They were trying to appease him with useful items like wood but Wilbur wouldn’t be fooled. He was going to go through with this, he was going to die with his brand new rabbit beside him and it would all be their fault.

Wilbur had never asked to live this sort of life. He had never asked to be put in the sky, nor had he asked to be left all alone as his only companions died around him. He had not asked to be immortal.

Yet he was here and Wilbur would not let the Sky Gods control him any longer.

The boat teetered on the edge dangerously, Wilbur’s stomach dropping slightly as it tipped. One more push and they would free fall into the void. Wilbur would come back, he always did. The rabbit wouldn’t though; the rabbit would die and it’s innocent blood would rest on the Sky Gods hands. They had pushed Wilbur to this point, to murder. He would not be held responsible for their mistakes.

The last item appeared to him.

Rabbit stew.

Wilbur stared down at the bowl in his hands, not truly comprehending the dark broth he was looking into. Here he was, teetering on the edge of death, an innocent rabbit about to be pulled down with him and the Sky Gods refused to give in. No, they encouraged it!

‘Of course,’ Wilbur thought bitterly, ‘of course, they wouldn’t care about some dumb unnamed rabbit, they wouldn’t care about me. It’s not like my death matters anyway, I’ll just come back.’

He breaks the boat.

He urges the rabbit away from the ledge.

The Sky Gods don’t want to give him what he needs? Fine. Wilbur will just fight them at every turn. It was their fault for turning his life into a living hell in the first place, for believing they could control him. Wilbur didn’t need their help, he was fully capable on his own. He had New Milo and that was all that mattered.

The rabbit jumps into the void.

Wilbur’s eyes sting.

“I just can’t fucking win.”