{ 3rd person Omniscient }
Quackity woke up on the sofa, with Wilbur stroking his hair. He was laid in Wilbur's lap. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Wilbur smiled. Quackity only muttered something. "Since you cooked for me last night, there's breakfast on the table." Wilbur moved his hand to beside him. Quackity stood up. "You didn't have to do that." He smiled
"I did." Wilbur resorted
"No you didn't, I would have been fine." Quackity didn't like when people did things for him.
"Well, I cooked anyways. Now go eat." Wilbur felt like a mom saying that, but he didn't really care.
Quackity resolutely went over to the breakfast Wilbur had cooked and ate. It wasn't bad! He ate the entirety of his meal and then went to do the dishes when he heard Wilbur get up. Wilbur walked over to Quackity and took the stuff gently from him. "Let me." Wilbur smiled. "Alrighty then." Quackity let him. He knew he couldn't stop him.
Quack stepped outside, grabbing a cigarette pack from the desk beside the door and a lighter. He lit one, and sat out there. Wilbur stepped out a few minutes after Quackity did. He took a cigarette from Quackity and stood in front of Quack. Wilbur lit his with the flame of Quack's. Quack didn't even notice. "You're pretty cool, but I'm unsure if you should be outsi-" Quackity was cut off by Wilbur violently coughing. "Woah- you okay-?" Quackity asked as Wilbur covered his mouth. "Sh^t." He heard Wilbur murmur before he coughed out blue blood. "Not again.." Wilbur looked in a little pain. "My,,,, are you alright!?" Quackity was panicked. Wilbur ran inside suddenly. He heard intense coughing. He stepped inside and found Wilbur passed out against the wall. Quack gasped in horror and ran over to him.
Blue blood covers the soul of a hunter.
Do not fret of them
For all they can do is ponder
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•Hiding a Murderer• { Quackbur / TNTduo }
Fanfiction{ Sirens echoed across my street as a man banged on my door. I had to let him in. }
