Quackbur Oneshots!!

My symphony ❤️

As Wilbur steps back into Las Nevada's once again, his eyes scan the plot of land, looking for the owner.

As the wind blows hair in his face, Wilbur catches a glance of a figure sitting in the small alter area surrounded by flowers. A small smile spreads across his face as he steps down the stairs, moving his hair over neatly back in place.

"Quackity, do you have a moment?" Wilbur called out, catching the attention he wanted rather quickly. He watched as Quackity looked over to him, and stood up.

"I suppose I do, Wilbur. Why? Here to talk about competition?" Quackity let out a small huff as he shook his head and met up with Wilbur at the front of the large fountain of water.

"No, It's not about competition, Quackity, in fact it's about the opposite." Wilbur looks at his nails before continuing, "It's about us, in a way, if you're willing to talk to me about it of course."

Quackity pauses for a moment, looking up at Wilbur, "Uhm, sure. I...don't see why not." Quackity fixes the beanie on his head and pulls on his suspenders out of a habit.

Wilbur steps back and extends his hand out into a bow, "Well then, lead the way. I'll talk when we get to a rather...disclosed...location."

Quackity watched for a moment, confused with Wilbur's actions. But either way, he shook his head and began to make his way towards his tower of a house, looking back to see if Wilbur was following him. To his surprise, Wilbur was. In fact, Wilbur was right behind him with his hands shoved into his pockets, occasionally looking to the floor under Quackity's feet. Quackity shook his head and continued to walk and decided to make small talk on the way.

"When you say about us, what exactly do you mean?" Quackity found his hands in his jean pockets, turning his head back to Wilbur. Wilbur only looked up at Quackity with a small smirk, putting his pointer finger up to his lips with a wink.

Quackity rolled his eyes and turned back in front of him, looking down at his feet. Left, right, left, right, left, right.

When Quackity stopped, he stood in front of the entrance of his house, looking up at it. Quackity then, for a third time, turned back to Wilbur and gave him a sarcastic smile, "This private enough for you Wil?"

Wilbur laughed slightly, nodding. "Yes Quackity. That'll be just fine."

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When Wilbur and Quackity reached the interior of the home, Quackity huffed and walked around towards the kitchen. "You want something to drink while you're here? I'm sure you'll be here for a bit if this is a discussion."

Wilbur's eyes wondered the place, for a second time. "Sure. I don't mind at all." It still amazed Wilbur. Everything that Quackity has accomplished, it brought a smile to his face. He'd be so thrilled to work alongside Quackity, but if it wasn't going to happen, then it just wasn't going to happen.

And Wilbur had to respect Quackity for that, as much as he didn't want to.

Even if it left a nasty taste in his mouth.

Wilbur just thought this new-found-country would look so much better with his marking somewhere along the lines of it. A touch of his own mind and spirit. One that wouldn't be swept away with the tragedies of war.

Wilbur's thoughts were interrupted when Quackity gently nudged Wilbur's shoulder. "So, this discussion is about 'us'? Elaborate for me, will you."

Wilbur looked down at Quackity and nodded, "Yes, of course. And please don't sit down for this, it'll be a lot more professional if we stand." Wilbur lifted his hand to his face, fixing his glasses to distract himself from Quackity's confused face.