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Art today by: yewhawsoapy on instagram (:

I wanted to draw fundy as nick wilde but I didn't have enough time and I wasn't happy with it, so for now, enjoy this

Requested: No but it was a suggestion by my amazing husband so this idea goes completely to them except for a few changes
Character: Wilbur and Fundy
Setting: Wilbur and Sally's shared home

Possible triggers for this chapter:
• Death
• Blood
• Fire/burning buildings
• Technically SH so be aware of that
• Blade

A/N: You could probably tell by the triggers but this one is another fucked up one like fingers so 😀. Enjoy this very cursed scenario

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|*~3rd person POV~*|

"It started off like any other day, Sally and fundy were spending their time in the library while I was cooped up in my study. Paperwork for L'manburg was piling up and I couldn't keep track of all the things I needed to do. I'm sure they were bored, but this was more important..."

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|Flashback|

He heard a scratching sound, followed by the screams of a woman. He quickly shut his book, took of his glasses, then sprinted out the door, knocking his lamp over.

Loud careless footsteps echoed across the seemingly never ending corridors, as the woman continued to cry out. Sounds of fabric ripping, books falling, and growling could be heard just outside the doors of the library.

He flung himself around corners, not focusing on where he was going but what was going on. He appeared in the doorway only to see the most horrific sight he'd ever seen.

His wife lay dead on the floor, a fox stood covered in blood next to her, teeth bared.

He knew this was his son but he refused to recognize this.. this MONSTER... as his child.

He stood frozen with shock as Fundys fox like features morphed into human ones. He was curled in on himself, sobbing and shaking, apologizing and cursing at himself.

Wilburs mind was frozen in time. The scene staying the same. He slowly walked out of the room, eyes holding no emotion.

He walked and walked, the house suddenly scarily quiet. He stopped at a table, picking up a small letter opener. He looked at his reflection in the blade as he pressed the side of it into his palm with shaky hands.

The metal pierced his skin, revealing a stream of dark red blood. "Fuck" he cursed, as he dropped the object to the floor, clutching his hand with his other.

In the other room, Fundy remained. He could hear Wilburs distant "Fuck" as his eyes flashed yellow. He stumbled up, eyes shot with fear as he ran to close and lock the door, but it was too late.

His pupils sharpened, his ears becoming long and pointy. Small fangs emerging from the hidden layer in his gums.

His fox form muffled his thoughts and feelings so all he could do was watch..

the fox wandered the halls, following the scent of blood, wilburs blood. Hearing something from the other hall over, the fox crept around corners, being careful to not make any noise.

It's nose raised to the air.. smoke.

Turning the corner, it saw bright orange and yellow flames emerging from Wilburs study. The fox being smart, left the area.

Meanwhile Wilbur was now on the floor, still applying pressure to his hand.

He wasn't dreaming after all.

He tore a piece of his coat off and had now wrapped it around his hand. The muffled sound of nails on hardwood could be heard if you payed close enough attention.

The fox slinked around stealthily, but Wilbur saw him from the corner of his eye. The fox got ready to pounce as Wilbur carefully and slowly grabbed the knife from the floor next to him.

He saw the fox about to jump so he darted up, Fundy hitting the wall where he was. Wilbur took off running. Through long hallways and many doors he ran. He ran until he reached his study.

He hadn't noticed it till now but when he knocked the lamp over the contents smashed onto the floor, creating contact between the light and the carpet. Almost the whole hallway was on fire..

With the fox still chasing him, he made his decision. He didn't know how good it was but he couldn't go back now. He jumped over the flame, putting his sleeve over his nose and mouth to hopefully block the smoke.

He ran through the hallway, avoiding any dead end rooms, but when he got to the end it seemed like his only option. He glanced to the left of him, noticing a window. With only slight hesitation, he grabbed a small table and threw it at the glass, shattering it everywhere.

He then looked back one last time, seeing fundy on his tail before making the jump. His breathe hitched as he fell through the air, looking down to his at least 50 foot drop of demise. This is it.. the end.

but no.

It turns out there was some conveniently placed hay at the bottom, stifling his damage.

The fox looked down at him from the window before disappearing into the home. About 30 second later the whole part of the building he was in, collapsed and fell into the nearby lake.

He was sure Fundy was in it too.

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|End of flashback|

"That's the reason Sally's not here anymore. I told everyone she left just to spare me some pain but that's how I ended up losing everything in one night."

Quackity's mouth stood agape.

"Wilbur, what the fuck..."

"Yeah yeah, I can't even make this up. That's also how I found out my son's a furry!" Wilbur said, starting to laugh to himself as quackity just stood their in shock.

"Fundy's fine now though. Well I don't know if you would think he's fine considering he killed his own mother!" Wilbur now started cackling

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ayyy, so how we all feeling about that? Terrible I hope/pos/lh

Does it help if I tell you they never even had a funeral for Sally cause Wilbur had to keep up with his lie? (:

But no, please do take care of yourselves, you all are doing so well

You all are loved and appreciated
I hope you're having a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is for you
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