Blow Me Out Of Proportion(TNT DUO)

SecondHand Smoke

Secondhand smoke kills kids don't try it at home, anyways thank you for all the support on the previous two chapters <3
CW - implied past abuse, brief mention of alcoholics and c! Death
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Quackity stared at the man with his arms spread wide open, and then the boy beside him with his arms crossed and tears threatening too spill from his eyes. After putting two and two together, plus the things he heard from the muffled cries of the argument he realised this was not a mutual agreement.

He didn't want to thank Wilbur, he still hated him. But hate can be subdued when you think about how much hurt you'd go through of you didn't let it. So here he was.

Alex hadn't noticed how long before been sitting and staring at the pair until Wilbur yelled his name. The word sent him straight up out of 'his' bed, letting a quiet yell of pain fall from his lips.

"Jesus Christ, I thought you knew your wings were broken" Wilbur commented, retracting back at the unsettling noise he'd just heard.

"I do." Quackity deadpans and Wilbur just looks at him puzzled, but none the less intrigued with him. The fascination was weird, but he never fought against it.

"Then don't try and sit up, you know how that'll end" Wilbur through his hand out and broke it weirdly, some perks you get from being dead once. Your body is extremely bendy, almost like clay.

"I wasn't trying too?" Quackity stated after letting out a face of disgust, which prompted Wilbur to put his arm back regularly.

"There's no way you weren't trying to—you just did it" He called the words out to the air while spinning around, Wilbur didn't like just focusing on one person all the time. He liked to walk around, look at things. It made the moments where he did stop and stare much more intimidating.

"Ever heard of impulsive actions?" Quackity didn't have time for this, maybe he was pushing his limits but he wasn't about to be submissive to the other. Domesticated and mannered were somethings he wasn't.

"I'm sure I do, after all that's my legacy. Isn't it?"

This guy was smiling, smugly too. He was smirk if while talking about his legacy is blowing up a country. Quackity didn't know how his face was, but he did know it wasn't pleasant.

"That's why I'm surprised about your lack of understanding of it" He replied, and the man's face fell.

"Alex, don't bite the hand that feeds you— hm?" There was an unsettling twitch to his voice that could only be described as unnerving. He was clearly not up to standard in the mental health department.

"You're not feeding me Wilbur,"

Of course he didn't get the metaphor.

"We haven't even gave you that much medicine, are you just dumb?" Wilbur asked. His nice facade was wearing off as he wasn't used to having to be that nice for so long. He was sure it'd come back in a minute, but he couldn't seem to get it to work for now.

"Not as dumb as you," He spat out.

"Listen. I can send you back, I can take this all away from you. So would you comply to me for just second?"

The younger fell silent.

"Do I need to explain it to you? Comply, an action o-" He started before getting cut off,

"I know what comply means, William" So they were doing this now? No more nicknames, Wilbur got that fairly quickly. He wouldn't use nicknames either.

"You don't seem like it honestly, Alexis" Quackity glared so hard it might've made green god cower, but this man was no green god—he stared back.