DSMP ONESHOTS

🍋🥀Sinners (pt.1)🥀🍋

Haha this series is going to be shit

Type: idk, shit series

Ship: C!Wilbur x C!Quackity

TW: Mention of d3r3alizati0n

___________3rd POV___________

Quackity laughed. He had been stressed this morning about all that's been happening, so to get off on it he came to gamble away his reputation. He had to admit as much as he loved to gamble, he sucked at it when he was stressed.

Not only did he suck, but he would also harm himself in the doing. Just the other day he ended up getting high and the world became his playground. He embarrassed his reputation by stripping himself of his clothing and having fun in a derealatized state. Charlie had to pull him away at the time and wouldn't let him go anywhere outside of his room for a week, since then this was his first time finally getting out. He promised Charlie he wouldn't let it happen, so he wasn't high but he was definitely having fun.

He finally defeated his wallet and decided to go back to his room. He told everyone goodbye and awaited the arrival of his limo outside. He tapped his shoes and paced around as he waited impatiently. Once the limo finally arrived Charlie opened the door and welcomed him in. Quackity climbed in and before he even had time to think the extended vehicle sped down the road, just going over the speed limit.

"So, Quackity from Las Nevadas, did you have fun?" Charlie said with his usual optimistic grin. Quackity nodded, looking out his window at his creations.

"You've got a costumer in two hours, I've told the maids to prepare you a warm shower and avacado-toast." Charlie said, Quackity sighed and nodded. Quackity wondered if he could be any good for something in the world other then pleasuring anyone but himself.

Another five minutes pass and they arrive at Quackity's place. Charlie opened the door and helped him avoid anyone who wanted interviews before leading him to the elevator to his apartment. Once they got to the apartment he headed to take a shower.

To take stress out he stayed in a bit longer and pleasured himself, but knowing he couldn't do that for very long he stopped, got out, dried off, and got dressed in his usual attire. Quackity didn't feel like eating, so instead he dried and styled his hair, lit a cigarette, and walked out to his balcony. He leaned against the barrier protecting him from falling and let the cigarette take away his stress. He was satisfied with the smoke admitting a beautiful purple color from the glow of the city under him. But of course, his mind started wandering again and he thought of his ex fiances. He held a necklace from around his neck. The necklace was nothing but two rings on string to others, but it ment so much more to him.

He let his mind wonder enough until charlie came to greet him with a familiar-colored glass. Charlie brought him some champagne, and since he knew charlie couldn't drink he took the glass, and nodded.

"Thank you..how much time do I have?" Quackity questioned. Charlie checked a clock from across the room, "fifteen minutes" he replied.

Quackity nodded and took a sip, "ok, I'll get ready in a second, you should go." He said. Charlie smiled and patted his back before leaving. Quackity sighed and downed the champagne. He turned around and saw that Charlie had brought an entire bottle of champagne. He knew Quackity all to well already, Quackity smiled, set his glass down, and downed a big gulp of champagne, quickly drunkening him since he hadn't eaten. He laughed to himself and ran towards his private elevator, bottle in hand. He stripped himself down to his boxers before taking another gulp. Once he reached the floor he didn't waste any time at all. He ran out, jumped on the pole, and swung himself around. At first he just had fun, then when Karl and Sapnap came to mind again he teared up and agressively pulled himself up, pushing his legs together against the pole, then once he reached the top he snapped his necklace off and threw it to the side.

Then the curtains opened, he couldn't see who it was sitting in the seat but he didn't care. He slid his way back down the pole, lightly gripping onto it, and listened as the song "sinners" as the song began to play. He first walked around the pole before lifting himself up and allowing himself to spin, then he slowly let himself drown in the music, throwing his head back a bit. He spinned, climbed, did just about every combo he knew would go with eachother and the beat of the song to pleasure the unknown audience. After a bit he refused to let tears stain his cheeks any longer.

He finished as the song's tune exited the room, and the unknown audience clapped. Quackity wiped sweat from his forehead as he approached the unknown other, before seeing a familiar face.

"So, is this what you do in your freetime, Quackity?" Wilbur said.