DSMP ONESHOTS

🍋🥀Sinners (pt.3)🥀🍋

3rd POV

The next morning Quackity woke up with a hammering headache. He fluttered his eyes open and groaned, throwing the covers over his body. He sat up and shifted his legs over the edge of the bed, holding his head. He drug himself up and to the bathroom. He stopped to hover over the sink, then he turned it on and cupped his hands under the softly flowing water. He brought the water up to his face and massaged his hands across his eyes and cheeks. Soon memories from last night came into mind, he wanted to regret his actions with Wilbur but he was too tired and frustrated on other subjects that he chose to let it go.

He remembered that Wilbur had promised him a treat. Quackity hoped it wasn't another pounding in the ass, but knowing Wilbur it probably was. He sighed and went to his closet, he chose a casual attire that still gave off a playful-professional look. Then he went to the mirror and styled his hair. Quackity noticed the love bites along his jaw line, neck, and collarbone. He studied them a bit and bent down, finding foundation under the sink. Quackity gently dabbed foundation along the dark bruises, just enough to where they were barely noticable. Once he claimed himself done, he threw on his beanie and a pair of leather gloves and went to go grab his phone and keys on his nightstand. Just on the nightstand he found a little note. The note read, "Meet me infront of the bar down the street at 11:30am, hope you like games sweetheart ;) -Wilbur" Quackity had an idea of what Wilbur was planning, but he looked at the clock, stuffed the note, his phone, and his car keys in his pocket. Quackity had enough time to eat breakfast and file a couple of important papers, therefore he did so.

~Timeskip~

Quackity finished taking calls and declared himself done for the day, he looked at the time, he had about ten minutes to get there. He texted Charlie that he'd be out for the day and left. He quickly snuck out to his car, got in, and drove off to the destination. Once he got there, he saw Wilbur talking to tommy, tommy was still quite amazed by how unique and bright Las Nevadas was, and Wilbur seemed to find it funny. Quackity pulled up on the curb and got out to greet them. Wilbur waved his hand and Tommy just stood there, confused. Quackity walked up to the two of them and greeted the two of them.

"We were waiting on quackity? I thought you guys hated eachother?" Tommy asked, obviously confused.

"Well tommy, lets just say we..made up, and now you won't have to listen to our bickering." Wilbur replied, winking at Quackity. Quackity scoffed at how suggestive he made it sound. Tommy processed it for a second, and his face of realization was priceless.

"EW. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE TWO OF YOU" He shouted, attracting some attention. Wilbur burst out laughing and Quackity held back his own by crossing his arms and covering his mouth. Tommy rambled about how disgusting they were, and when he stopped he pouted and gave them nasty looks.

"you done? I'll get you a binky if you aren't" Wilbur joked. Tommy pouted and glared at him.

"I'm going to get ice cream." He grumbled, heading over to an ice cream truck not too far from where they were. Wilbur turned to quackity.

"I noticed you covered my marks up, why?" Wilbur asked, making a sarcastic frowning face. Quackity sighed.

"Everyone around here knows that I give shows, I can't have anyone knowing that I had sex with a half-dead guy that always has a blunt in his ear or else I'll have Aids in a week." Quackity sassed, holding his hand on his hip.

"Then let em' know that it's my buisness and my buisness only" Wilbur whispered in a cocky tone, inches away from Quackity's face. Quackity could smell Wilbur, which was not the most plesant considering that he was half dead. Quackity took a hold of Wilbur's face and pushed him away with a chuckle, then Tommy came back with a strawberry waffle cone.

"That ice cream man was a weirdo, but I still got ice cream." Tommy grumbled, sounding annoyed.

"Does it taste like drugs?" Wilbur asked, just the slightest concerned.

"How would I know what drugs taste like? It tastes like ice cream." Quackity looked over at the ice cream man and gave him the "I'm watching you" signal to him as Wilbur giggled at Tommy's annoyance.

"I'll have him checked out tomorrow, but what'd you say we were gonna do today?" Quackity assured.

"Well, I was thinkin' we should go to that arcade downtown, y'know, win some tickets? Get some half-assed prizes and pizza?" Wilbur commented.

"Sure, lets go." Quackity said, unlocking his car and heading towards it.

"You sure you want a, dead guy in your car?" Wilbur asked, emphisizing the words dead guy.

"Only if he's a half-dead terrorist with an annoying kid." Quackity replied, giving the two of them a smile as they walked to the other side of the car. Wilbur chuckled as Tommy started mocking and grumbling insults to being called an annoying kid.