Don't Know How to Feel.

3. Dailogued Days

"Oh uh, Wilbur you were invited to this meeting too? I thought it was only for the members of Las Nevadas?" Tubbo questioned the man sitting at the nearest table.

"I- Well, I have to talk to Big Q. I've been waiting all day. When I arrived earlier this morning no one was here, so I left, and I just returned." Wilbur said, turning to face the man questioning him. Tubbo shrugged and walked towards Wilbur, sitting in the chair across from him.

"Oh Tubbo, while we're waiting I actually have some questions for you if it's alright," Wilbur said, straightening his posture, placing his elbows on the table and his hands cupping his face.

"Oh yeah, what is it?" Tubbo asked, placing his hands on the table, laying one on top of the other. Wilbur cleared his throat before talking.

"Well, I know you basically answered this when I originally asked you when both Quackity and Ranboo were there, and well I just want to ask you while they are not here."

"What did you ask Wilbur?" Tubbo said raising an eyebrow in confusion. 

"I asked why you didn't choose me over Quackity, why you chose to work for Quackity right after I told you you were welcome to work with me," Wilbur's tone dropped from cautious curiosity to strict seriousness. Tubbo looked at Fundy, who was confused. Tubbo sighed and looked back at Wilbur.

"Wilbur, I decided to work with- not for- Quackity because both he and-" Tubbo was interrupted by Quackity opening the door, talking to Sam about some plans for Las Nevadas.

'Seems the doors don't want me to know, nor speak what I want to' Wilbur thought, as he watched Foolish join behind them. Followed by Foolish was who Wilbur recognized as Purpled, he sure had changed since he last saw him; being when Wilbur sat with his father Philza, watching the country he started, he created, be taken by the TNT he set off. Purpled looks more mature and experienced. Wilbur almost missed the man talking with Purpled, he looked awfully... slimy? He even seemed to be tinted green, and Wilbur could see through his hands a tiny bit.

"Ok, thank you all for attending this meeting," Quackity began, then turned his head away from Sam. "This meeting-" Quackity turned to see Wilbur sitting at the same table as Tubbo.

"Wilbur, what the fuck are you doing here?" Quackity questioned, standing still while everyone else passed him to take a seat.

"Oh, you know Quackity." Wilbur shrugged, crossing his arms. 

"No I don't Wilbur," Quackity replied also crossing his arms. Wilbur let out a breathy laugh- a fake one for sure.

"I need to talk with you, so I'll wait here till this 'meeting' of yours is over." Quackity sighed at his words, "Wilbur, this meeting... This meeting is for people that are a part of Las Nevadas, and Wilbur- you aren't a part of my country. To think of it, I don't think you'll ever be a part of my country. So I suggest you leave Wilbur."

Quackity's words pissed Wilbur off, he stood up now to face Quackity, "I'll sit wherever the fuck I please Quackity, so what I'm not a part of your stupid country- you think I give a shit? Well, I don't Quackity. I don't care what you guys say or whatever the hell is gonna happen at this meeting, just know," Wilbur stepped closer to Quackity so they were now a foot apart, "I won't be leaving for anything Quackity." Wilbur said, locking his eyes with Quackity, both of their eyes filled with hate.

"Fine then," Quackity said, breaking eye contact, looking at where Wilbur once sat. "Go sit, I'm not starting this with your dumb ass right now," Quackity said, waving his hand signalling for Wilbur to sit. Wilbur was shocked by his sudden victory, by Quackity just "giving up". Wilbur smirked at Quackity before turning and walking back to his seat.