{Quackity POV}
It was Saturday, when I heard police sirens streaming up my normally calm neighborhood street. Someone knocked on my door. I opened it to find a tall male. "Can I come in, please-?" He asked, sounding panicked. "Sure-" I respond as I move out of the way so he can come in. "Do you have anywhere to hide? Like a basement? Or attic?" He asked. "I do, come with me." I said, showing him the attic. He hid up there. I was confused why he needed to hide, but didn't ask. A cop knocked on my door. I walked over to the door and opened it. "Greetings! How can I help you, sir?" I say. "Hello. Have you seen a very tall male wearing a brown trench coat and with Ram-like horns? He's a murderer and we are looking for him." The cop said. My face darkened, noticing something. If I tell them the truth, they will bring me in for questioning and take away the male, and I might get in trouble too... and if I lie.. they'll never know.. I thought. Then I lied. "No, I haven't." I said. I had been an owner of a casino for plenty of years, so I had to be a good liar. "Alright, thank you, sir." The cop said as he walked back to his car and drove off to the police station. "You can come out now!!" I yell to the attic. The person comes down. "Thanks. I should go now." He says. Before he steps out the door I grab his arm. "Wait- you should stay. If you leave, they'll notice you and you'll get taken to jail." I made a strong point. He thought for a second then agreed to stay. "Are you hungry? I can cook food if you'd like." I said, letting go of his arm. "That'd be nice. By the way, I'm Wilbur." Wilbur smiled. "Alright! I'm Quackity!" I said as I entered the kitchen. I started to cook grilled cheese. It was one of the best things I could cook. It was nice and calm cooking until I burnt my finger. "A-" I moved my hand away from the stone for a second. "What did you do." Wilbur asked. "I burnt my finger-" I laughed. "Oof." Wilbur said. Once I turned off the stove, I placed the grilled cheese in a plate and handed it to Wilbur. "Your not gonna eat? I mean it is 1 PM." Wilbur asked. "Oh I'm fine!" I smiled as I walked to the living room. Turning in the TV, football was on. It was the local middle schools teams against each other. The Orca Middle Whales Versus The Horned Middle Goats. Goats were winning, my team. "What team are you, Wilbur asked.
"Goats, you?"
"Whales."
"Bruh really"
"Yes really. The goats suck."
"How dare you."
Me and Wilbur got into a 'yes no' fight. Eventually, Whales scored a touchdown. Wilbur yelled "YES!" I was annoyed. I continued to watch when the Whales and Goats tied. A few more seconds left... Goats scored a touchdown at 1 second left. Goats won! "Yes!" I yell, jumping up from my seat. Wilbur growled a bit. I looked over at him and questioned. "Did you just growl-?" I ask, giggling. "No." Wilbur tried to act like he didn't. My phone started to ring. I picked it up. "Hello?" I ask. It was my rival casino owner. Casino boo.. I thought as the person yelled at me. I got mad and got into a fight, and that's when Wilbur walked over, grabbed my phone, yelled 'F**k you' , and hung up. He handed me back my phone. "There." He said. I smiled. "Thanks, Wilbur." I hugged him. It seemed he wasn't used to hugs, cause he reacted more shocked then happy, or whatever you feel when being hugged. Was it love? Maybe. I'm unsure. I let go and smiled, then sat back down. Wilbur put his plate in the sink and sat down beside me. Wrapping an arm around my back, we watched something. Although this guy was a murderer and I was hiding him,, I felt some type of... sympathy. I fell asleep in Wilbur's arms that day.
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•Hiding a Murderer• { Quackbur / TNTduo }
Fanfic{ Sirens echoed across my street as a man banged on my door. I had to let him in. }
