dirty crime boy; quackity x reader ✔️

t w e n t y - o n e

all three of you are in the car, driving to what you're gonna be calling your new headquarters. it felt strange to you. after 7 years of working for the wild cards, you felt like a traitor. it was possible karl felt the same.

despite your feelings of dismay, you continued to keep a somewhat satisfied expression. karl seemed to have kept the same look as before. whatever happened to him?

   "hey, guys? something up?" alex asked you.

   "it's nothing, really. just getting used to the new environment." karl responded.

   "that's understandable." alex says, focusing back on the road.

   you eventually made it to headquarters. pretty dope place. all three of you walk into the building, meeting quite a few new faces.

   "and this is headquarters! i'll introduce you to some of our members." alex beamed.

   you and karl both follow him as he greeted almost everyone in the building he came across. it was quite awkward, but you'll have to get used to it eventually.

   alex then led you to his office. there, you saw a blonde man, a tall brunette guy, and two teenagers.

   "oh, phil! what are you guys doing here?" alex asked the blonde.

   "alex, hello! we've been waiting for you." he greeted, a british accent complimenting his voice. "and, who are those two?"

   "the name's y/n. nice to meet you." you say, shaking his hand.

   "and i'm karl." karl says, shaking his hand after.

   "well, it's nice to meet you too. i'm phil, and those are my boys wilbur and tommy." he introduced himself and two of the three other people.

   "who's the third one?" karl asked.

   "him? that's toby, but he likes being called tubbo. we found him on the side of the road." phil casually says.

   "didn't need to know that, but okay." you think to yourself.

   you look over at the three, concerned of their current arguement right now. the shorter brunette was holding something in his hand, whilst the blonde desperately reached for it. the taller one was focused on a book in his hand.

   "i'm serious, tubbo, give back the disc!" an obnoxious voice boomed. you matched the voice to the face, and the face to the name. that was definitely tommy.

   "no! not until i find out why you like this song so much." tubbo argued.

"will you please shut up, both of you?!" the third figure roared. wilbur, if you remembered correctly.

   phil chuckled sheepishly. "so sorry for them."

   alex and phil went on to discuss something when the three boys from earlier came up to you and karl.

"so, what are you two doing here?" wilbur asked.

you and karl looked at each other, deciding to let them know of the tragic events that took place before meeting them. of course, like every other person you told, they felt pity for you.

"so sorry to hear that," wilbur sympathized, "how are you holding up?"

"well, it's been hard. but we're getting over it pretty well." you answered.

   "good to hear. my condolences." wilbur says.

   "thanks." karl nodded.

   you notice that the two teenagers were still silently fighting over the music disc. both were pulling the disc towards themselves, whispering insults toward each other.