A Place To Call Home // MCYT x OC

Chapter 49: Birthday (Part 2)

Despite Bad's requests, Wilbur started singing about death. Again. "Not Bad killing the guitarist!" Quackity shouted from the back of the room as Bad attempted to suffocate Wilbur. The very tall demon man looked thoughtful for a moment. "Actually, that would be a good name for a song." he said as everyone laughed even more than they already were. "Hey Wilbur, can you play one round of 'Not Bad killing the guitarist'?" Wilbur took a deep breath and started very violently strumming the guitar as Niki fell over, dying of laughter. "PLEASE DON'T MURDER ME BADBOYHALO!" Wilbur screamed as he angrily strummed. Karl walked up and started trying to help with vocals. Nessa sighed and looked up at the clock. "Guys it's 5am..." she said, but no one listened. At this point, Karl was just screaming, Wilbur was still strumming away, and Quackity was throwing snowballs. Finally, They were ready for cake. Niki stood at the table, but Karl motioned for everyone else to stand back. Wait, shouldn't-" Bad tried to protest, but Karl shut him up. "Quackity, come on out." he called. And... Oh god. As very loud spanish music began to play, Quackity could be heard screaming in autotune. He came out in full armor, and piece by piece, started taking it off. Quackity was stariiping. At the birthday party. Sam walked forward and put his hand in front of Nessa's eyes, though the young girl quickly pushed it away. "Dad." she said in a teasing tone. (The concept of father figure Awesamdude is a concept that I just love so fucking much) Everyone just looked confused, and Niki put her face in her hands, shaking with laughter. The autotuned screams continued, echoing around the room. Also probably all of Pogtopia. Quackity struck a pose and pointed at the crowd. "Bring up BadBoyHalo!" he shouted. Bad, being the only sane one there at this point, just stood in the back and shook his head disappointedly. Eventually Bad and Skeppy just straight-up left, and Sam joined Quackity on the table. They both started jumping around, acting like literal children, while the rest of the party collapsed with laughter. Eventually, Quackity put his clothes on. That was a relief. Wilbur and Quackity stood on the table for god knows what reason and started flirting. "Can I stand on the cake?" Wilbur asked, poinking at the cake. Quackity just did finger guns and winked at him. "You are the cake, baby." Nessa shook her head. "This feels so illegal to watch." she said as Quackity and Wilbur started kissing again. But once Wilbur was off the table, off went the clothes. Yup, Quackity was stipping again. Nessa banged her head against the wall as the autotuned noises started back up again. And to top it all off, Bad and Skeppy walked back in to the room just in time to see all of this. Bad tried to turn right back around and walk out of the room, but Skeppy stopped him. "No, I want to see this." he said as Quackity started to dance in circles on the table. As Quackity threw KFC at everyone and Wilbur started to mutter random shit, Fundy walked in, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed. "What the fuck is happening?" he mumbled. Nessa covered her mouth to hide her laughter as Karl gasped. "Wait, Fundy, there's something you didn't see! Everyone back to the corner!" Niki put her face in her hands again. "No! We've already been through this!" she said, shaking with laughter. Karl herded everyone back to the corner that they had been standing in before, and a very confused Fundy watched as Big Q once again started stripping. Fundy stared for about 5 seconds before walking out of the room, muttering something about crazy people. After some... interesting songs and a bit of confusion about who's birthday it actually was, the party was finally over. And Wilbur only tried to blow stuff up six times! All in all, a successful party.