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ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ʙ*ᴛᴄʜ ᴜᴘ.

TW TW TW!!!! this chapter contains mentions of being roofied! please click off if uncomfortable!

(a roofie is when someone drugs a person's drink with intentions of making them unable to defend themselves and become delusional.)

NOTE: it has been changed to an attempt at a roofie!

(me editing this and looking back and seeing how many people didn't know what a roofie was is funny)

"𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴~! 𝗛𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲."
★·.·'¯'·.·★ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ sʜɪᴛsʜᴏᴡ♡︎★·.·'¯'·.·★

"you're fucking joking."

"there is a party tonight and i wanna see white girls get shitfaced."

"go to the cheerleading parties every weekend then."

"but they strip and i don't wanna see botox tits."

"i can't believe i'm discussing saggy tits with you, wilbur."

y/n was flabbergasted. wilbur was never a person to go to parties. he liked quiet environments he, himself could cause chaos in.

"cmon y/n!! i know you wanna do it too!" he pleaded.

"what is your obsession with this party?!"

"i'm bored and it's the weekend! it's our last year of highschool and what's a bit of partying gonna hurt?"

he was right.

"we are only staying until 11. it's 10 pm right now. you have 40 minutes." she caved. he was just going to cause destruction at her house if she said no. he also needed supervision or he'd get himself arrested.

they were driving and listening to 80s. wilbur was passionately singing as y/n laughed at him.

"i shoulda grabbed some chapstick-"

"here you go!" he said as he dug in his pocket for it.

"thanks- ive been looking for this one! where'd you find it?"

"uh- you left it in my car." he soon sighed as she hummed in dismissal. he lied through his teeth.

truth is: he took it. like a few hair ties. and hand sanitizers. a few pieces of scribbled stick figures on note paper. all the pieces of paper she wrote his name on when they were in a group project were tacked to a little board he hung in his room.

as he finished thinking over all of his collection, he realized they were at the party.

they walked around and grabbed some soft drinks. it was too early in the party to see people delusional and drunk.

they conversed with people as wilbur stood close to y/n at all times.

"wilbur, man! come play beer pong!"

"i might be leaving-"

"nah man! you're a king at beer pong! it'll take 5 minutes." he glanced to see y/n sipping on her drink while talking to a person from homeroom.

he was dragged off before he could bring her along.

y/n went to take another sip of her drink before-

"i didn't strike you as a party type."

"i didnt strike you."

"strike me as what?"

"strike is another word for hit. i didn't hit you....

yet."

quackity chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. he suddenly snapped to attention and y/n startled.