Wilbur lurked around the dim streets, he clutched the knife tightly in his hand. He turned corners, avoiding any human interaction. He knocked on Schlatt's door, a brunette boy answered. "Who the fuck are you?" Wilbur pushed inside holding the boy by his collar. He was now on top of boy, who was getting the complete wrong idea, but he decided to play along with the boy's intentions. He moved on his dick through the boy's pants. Moans came from the boy and small giggles came from Wilbur.

"W-Why are you laughing?" The boy asked. Wilbur broke out into manic laughing and picked up the knife, plunging it through the boy's chest. Over and over and over till him and the walls were painted in the blood of Schlatt. A few more giggles came from Wilbur as he got off from on top of the corpse.

"It's obvious I'm not a bottom darling." He smirked at the mess then left the premises.