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(AU)(AD) Royal Assassination - Part 4

Phil watched Wilbur run out the room, growing a bit concerned. Annnd he fucked up. Damnit. He took a deep breath, before walking over and picking up Quackity's crossbow. He narrowed his eyes at it, suddenly raising his leg up and breaking the crossbow against his leg. He watched the broken pieces fall to the ground, frowning. If only Wilbur had never met Quackity-.. Then everything would be fine. This wouldn't be happening. It wouldn't need to be happening. Yeah-.

Quackity watched his surroundings grow darker, and he felt himself be picked up suddenly. He saw himself move a bit before watching a door shut in front of him, soon being brought down a staircase leading to the dungeons. God, it was cold- He was put back down again, only to be dragged once more for a few more minutes, before being thrown into a cell. His jacket was taken (after a bit of struggling because of the handcuffs), along with his shoes and socks for a reason he didn't know. He watched the cell gate shut in front of him, a loud click echoing through the dungeons as his cell was locked.
"Wait-! Can't I at least have my jacket back? It's cold in here!" he whined, though was soon silenced by multiple glares from the guards.

Wilbur ran into his room, closing and locking the door. He put on his black corset again, finding that steel and whale bone structured corsets could block most if not all slicing attacks from a blade. In theory it should also work with stab attacks, though that was debatable. Wilbur hesitated before putting on light metal armor. Only on his forearms, knees, and shins though. He disliked armor. He found it to be heavy and just too much hastle. But, while he was a pretty decent shot with a bow, Techno was the one with all the talent when it comes to sword fighting. So, armor was almost a must when it came to fighting the palace's guards. Wilbur grabbed his sword, placing it firmly back in its leather sheath before clipping it onto his belt, and then grabbed his bow and a quiver of arrows. There wasn't enough time to meticulously dip each one in a hand crafted poison, so he'd just have to trust his own aim to get him through the fight. He then went to his library, pushing a bookshelf to the side to reveal a messy tunnel. Him, Techno, and Kristen had made a hidden tunnel system connecting almost the entire palace, just in case. No one except Techno and Wilbur himself knew of this anymore, so it was perfect for getting around swiftly and unnoticed. The downside was that they had never been finished or cleaned out in 12 years, and multiple tunnels had collapsed. But even then, Wilbur trudged on. He found them kind of small and extremely dirty, but he knew them like the back of his hand. He managed to make it quickly to the dungeon, carefully slipping away a very small pebble that made up the stone brick wall of the dungeon. He peeked through it, seeing guards and the cells on the wall farthest away from the tunnel.

Quackity walked over, sitting against the wall. He soon turned, somehow managing to slip his arms behind his back with his hands cuffed, pressing his legs up against the wall and holding himself up with his hands on his lower back. He honestly looked ridiculous, but he could care less. He ended up flopping over, soon standing up and beginning to lap around the cell. He looked over to the gate, thinking for a bit. He soon looked down at himself, then back at his wings. Shit. They were the only thing in the way-. Oh well, he could deal with it later. He walked over to the cell, turning to his side and shoving his shoulder against in between two of the bars, except he failed rather quickly, both because he was shoved back by guards and because his wings were just too feathery. Totally his wings. Totally. He huffed, plopping down onto he ground, soon just laying on the floor.
"I'm bored-"

Wilbur watched as Quackity tried and failed to exit the cell, a small smile appearing on his face. Well, now he knew which one Quackity was in. Wilbur slowly and silently removed a stone brick, making sure the entire wall didn't just cave in. He then grabbed an arrow from his quiver and knocked it in the bow, crouching down low and aiming carefully. He only had a few moments to do this: To take all the guards out silently before more showed up. He pulled the string taught, waiting for just the right moment...... And then, at the last minute, he loosened the string slowly without letting go of the arrow. He put the projectile back in the quiver, grabbing the stone brick he'd removed from the wall, creating a slightly bigger hole for him to throw through. He threw the rocks he'd removed at the guards, hitting them in the head and watching as they fell to the floor-hopefully knocked out. He was ready to pull out his sword should one of the guards not pass out and attack him, though he hoped that moment would never arrive.

Quackity heard the guards collapse, sitting up. He looked at them, fucking confused out of his mind. He shuffled weirdly over, pressing his face against the gate bars and staring at the guards.
"Pssst. Psssssssssst. PSSSSSSSSSSSTT. Welp." Quackity stood back up, trying to slip through the bars again, failing once more. He sighed, just laying on the ground, a small shiver prickling down his spine and forming goosebumps. It was painfully quiet, the distant sound of water dripping echoing through the dungeons. It was also extremely cold, but at the same time there was heat coming from only certain directions.

Wilbur waited a few moments to be absolutely certain all the guards were out before quietly removing the rest of the wall. He then walked into the room, stretching his arms and searching each guard for the keys to the cells. He finally found it, walking over to Quackity's cell and unlocking it.
"You're fucking welcome. Follow me, we're getting the fuck out of here." He said, clearly not in the best mood as he grabbed Quackity and pushed the other towards the tunnel.
"Wait in there for me. Don't go down any of the tunnels until I'm there or else you will get lost." He said, shoving the keys in his pocket before starting to pick up all the stones he'd thrown.

"wAh-" Quackity stumbled on his feet, though soon regained his balance. He huffed, turning around, his cuffs jingling ever so softly.
"Wait, what about my jacket-?! I can't leave without it!" His wings fluttered a bit, and he huffed again, blowing hair out his eyes. He began searching around, looking for his jacket, not really paying attention to any of the guards or Wilbur anymore.

"Quackity, stop. I'll find your jacket, just get into the tunnel and wait there. I'm not risking you getting caught again." Wilbur said, grabbing Quackity again.
"You'll get your jacket back, but right now keeping you out of those stupid cells is our priority, okay?! I'll get an earful from my dad if I get caught, but you could be killed, Quackity." Wilbur scolded, pushing the duck man towards the tunnel again.

Quackity frowned, letting out a stubborn sigh.
"No. I'm not going into the tunnel and leaving until I have my jacket back, simple as that."

"Fine. Whatever, I don't give a shit." Wilbur said, letting go of Quackity. He then searched the room, looking in the places where the guards would usually put any items they confiscated from the prisoners.

Quackity grinned, knowing that was a lie. He soon walked off, looking around for his jacket and occasionally kicking a guard to make sure they were still asleep.
"If I was a jacket, where would I be.... Well, probably on my owner but nOoO I was fucking taken from said owner. P a i n . "

"Don't go too far, remember you can't be caught or else you'll be killed." Wilbur called to Quackity, still clearly not in a good mood at all. He huffed, brushing his annoyingly fluffy hair out of his face. He knew a particularly dangerous person was locked up here, so he was feeling rather nervous. He finally found a rather large crate filled with items taken from the prisoners, having some hope and he searched through it for the jacket.

Quackity continued walking along, dragging his hands on the cell bars as he passed them, right until something- or someone- jumped out at him, hitting themselves against the metal bars. He yelped, backing away a few steps, looking at the cellmate. The cellmate looked extremely fucked up, their sweatshirt dulled and torn, their pants burnt in some areas, even having burnt handprints along the sleeves of the sweatshirt. Their hair was a complete mess, draping down over their face and shoulders, hiding their identity somewhat. Quackity tilted his head slightly, kneeling down and staring at the prisoner.
"Have you seen my jacket?"