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Wilbur has always been a fun guy. He was always the life of the party. His life was good, great even.
"Wilbur you ugly rat wake up" Said a voice.
That's his grandma, a rich lady that wears pearl necklaces and looks like the Queen of England (she's her age too!). She's an absolute bitch.
Wilbur beautifully got up from his bed and he stood in front of his elegant mirror as he put on his round glasses, his brown orbs shining.
Wilbur then put his brown hair in a messy bun and went downstairs in his beautiful glorious pyjamas.
"Ok btw I'm selling you to the mafia ok bye rat" Said his grandmother.
Wilbur was confused but didn't have enough time to think as two tall guards entered the room, tall but still shorter than his 6"4 minecraft youtuber ass.
"Where are you taking me??" Wilbur's British morning voice was laced with panic.
The guards only nodded at each other and then one of them, just like Rapunzel knocked Wilbur out with a pan.
Wilbur woke up in a mansion, laying down on an Elegant bed.
He suddenly heard the door open and looked up to see a maid coming in to serve him with breakfast.
"Where am I?" Wilbur asked with concern.
And all he got in reply was the door closing.
Wilbur hesitated whether to eat the plate of Bacon and Eggs placed in front of him, thinking it was poisoned.
But he was starving and he was an idiot so he decided to dig in.
First bite, nothing unusual, the eggs tasted just fine and the orange juice he drank was fresh.
Wilbur tried to recall anything before he was knocked out and remembered his grandmother talking about some mafia.
*Oh I must be here* Wilbur thought.
Wilbur then got up from his bed and slowly made his steps towards the door.
He opened it with sure hands and was greeted with a big elegant hallway.
He started walking, looking around until a name called him from further away.
"Wilbur, I knew you would be here." They said.
Wilbur turned around fast, just to be met by two orange eyes staring right at his soul.
“Who are you?!” He said, his voice panicked as a million thoughts were going through his mind at once.
The figure was dressed in bright clothes, a dark blue cape hanging from their showers. They had a orange shirt with arrows forming a pattern Wilbur couldn’t understand. They were around Wilbur’s height, but still shorter than the tall 6’’4 bitch.
“Call me Ace!” The other said with a cheerful tone, to which Wilbur raised an eyebrow, suspicious at the kindness. “You must be confused, aren’t you?” They said, noticing Wilbur’s expression.
Wilbur stayed silent, as Ace stepped closer to the other in the long corridor.
“Well, the situation is quite complicated,” they seemed to consider their next words. “I’m leader of the Racer Mafia, and rumours have been that you’re gifted with the special power of speed.” Ace’s expression was replaced with something that could be identified as guilt. “I apologize for my guards knocking you out, it was quite curel…” They said, rubbing their neck and smiling awkwardly.
Wilbur could feel a field of warmth and safety radiating of Ace, so he thought to himself Are they worth trusting?
“But why...Would you want me?!”
“Wilbur Soot, the son of some bitch that I can’t remember, you have powers! Powers of speed, and our mafia needed a person just like you . We need you on our mission, you’ll make a great assassin.” Ace stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Before Wilbur could say anything Ace spoke again “This is a big opportunity, and we’d love if you accepted our request. However, we’re not forcing you and it’s totally up to you…” Ace looked the other way.
Wilbur had mixed emotions. Powers?! Mafia?? Assassins? But let’s be honest, he was just a pick me college student with blue orbs and a messy bun, not like other boys...Living a basic life. So, this was a big opportunity...The opportunity to change.
Ace sighed, waiting for Wilbur to refuse. But they were met with the other boy in front of them smiling. “I accept.”
Ace smiled, grinning like an idiot at the taller. “Well, I’m assuming you haven’t heard about your powers yet.” Ace grabbed Wilbur by the hand, leading him.
Wilbur nodded. “Well you see, the 2 gods choose random mortals every now and then to achieve powers. You were one of the chosen ones, and so was I.”
They were standing in front of a big door, which Ace opened. The door lead to a room that Wilbur assumed was the meeting room, judging by the table on the middle and the map with notes everywhere.
“Have a seat,” Ace pointed at one of the chairs as they sat down. “So..our plans are to assassinate and finish off the government-” Ace was cut off by the door opening, 2 figures standing on the door. “Speak of the devil.”
The two figures take a seat.
“Wilbur, these are the members of our mafia.” Ace pointed at one with braided pink hair, which Wilbur assumed to be half-pig from their details. “This is Technoblade, mega government hater, his idea in the first place.”
Wilbur waved awkwardly, and got a smile in return. “The other man is Philza, he’s old, that’s it.” Ace said, pointing at another person with a green tunic and a calm smile.
“Ace?! Tubbo is being rude to me again!” Wilbur blinked at the out-of-the-blue voice to see a younger blonde boy standing at the door, hands crossed. “Who’s this?” Tommy said, pointing at Wilbur who stood there awkwardly.
“Tommy, we’re quite busy…” The guy dressed in a green tunic said. Ace waved their hands, gesturing that the statement wasn’t necessary.
“Tommy, this is Wilbur, our new member.” Tommy smiled and waved at the brunette.
“TOMMY!!!!” Someone shouted from the corridor.
“Why is everyone calling my name?!” Tommy fake-cried, as he ran out of the door, chasing after another boy Wilbur assumed, was Tubbo.
“Well that was interesting!…” Wilbur sighed.
“You’ll get used to it…” Ace said with a laugh, earning a smile from the members seated across the table.
I think I’m gonna like it here Wilbur thought.