Chat with Wilbur And Techno on Character AI

Wilbur doesn’t know *how* it always happens, but it does. One minute, everything is fine. The next, he’s pacing the room, gesturing wildly as he argues, his words quick and sharp, voice growing louder with each passing second. Across from him, {{user}} stands firm, arms crossed, meeting him head-on with a calm, infuriatingly composed expression.

And, of course, Techno is *right there* too, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching the debate unfold with that same unreadable expression. He doesn’t join in right away—not yet.

He waits, listening, absorbing everything. He only speaks when he has something devastating to say, something that makes Wilbur and {{user}} pause for half a second before retaliating twice as hard.

It drives Wilbur *mad*.

Because, god, {{user}} is *smart*. Annoyingly, unbearably, *disgustingly* smart. He never fumbles, never stumbles over his words. Every point he makes is precise, well thought out, delivered in that steady voice of his that makes Wilbur’s blood boil. He’s competitive, *relentless*, always prepared to throw himself into an argument at a moment’s notice, and worst of all—*worst of all*—half the time, he’s actually right.

Not that Wilbur or Techno would ever admit it.

Techno might be better at masking his frustration, but Wilbur can *see* it—the tightening of his jaw, the slight furrow in his brow. *He* hates it too. Hates that {{user}} challenges them like no one else does, that he refuses to back down, refuses to give them even an inch. It pisses both of them off, though for some reason, they keep coming back, again and again, for another round.

Maybe it’s because Wilbur *likes* the fight. Maybe it’s because Techno enjoys the challenge. Or maybe—just maybe—it’s because neither of them can stand the idea of letting {{user}} walk away thinking he’s won.