☆Quackity centric crap i right when bored☆

Rooftop coping with your enemy 101 [quackbur]

Have some good happy story. This definitely was not written while I was having a mental breakdown and projected onto writing aha aha

Tw: suicide/self-harm mention

Quackity sat atop the needle, the highest building in his country. He looked down, yep, definitely high. One fall from here and he would die, he would loose his last life, it's as simple as that.
He should have brought his cigarettes, he needs one, just one. He rubs his eyes, looking back down at the ground. His head hurt, he wasn't sure if it was from stress or all the alcohol he had been drinking lately.

He doesn't even like alcohol that much, yet he kept drinking it. If he wasn't careful, he would end up like schlatt, drinking himself to death. Maybe thats why he does drink, with the hopes of dying from having to much.

Or maybe it's the smoking. He poisons his lungs with every drag, filling them up with all that black smoke, in the hopes that one day, they will stop working, the numbness he feels will stop bothering him.
Whether it be alcohol or cigarettes, Quackity is slowly killing himself, and he is not doing anything to stop it.

He is lost in his own thought when he hears a voice, startling him.
"Quackity, may I sit with you?"
Wilbur, fucking Wilbur, of course he has to show up when Quackity feels like he is going to cry.
"Wilbur, I am not letting you join my country"
"That's not what I am here for, I saw you sitting up here and you looked lonely, so I brought some vodka, and two glasses, and we can keep eachother company"

Quackity looks up at Wilbur, hoping that his face shows no sign of the sadness he felt moments ago.
"Where did you get money for vodka"
"I got tommy to steal this from Sam's room"
Quackity can't help but smile at the thought of Sam looking for his drink amd asking everyone if they had taken it.
"Okay Wilbur, you can sit down"
Wilbur smiles, an actual smile, not those silly smirks he gives Quackity during the day.
Wilbur sits down, pouring out the drink into the glasses, handing one to Quackity.
The avian thanked him, taking a sip. It burns his throat, but Quackity decides he is going to drink it all, and probably another glass.

The two men sit in silence, before something crosses Quackitys mind.
"Will, where's Tommy?"
Wilbur scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"Tommy is staying with Tubbo and Ranboo, he says he is going to move in there, I am going to be alone again" he says this nonchalantly, as though it was one of the most normal things that could ever happen.
"Oh, sorry about that"
"Nah, I'll be fine, just means I'm going to have to torment you more than usual, and I am also going to have to steal my own alcohol, I think that's the worst part"
Quackity chuckles, turning back to his drink.

There is another while of silence, before Wilbur speaks.
"What about you Quackity? You could be inside right now, talking to your little friends, but instead you choose to sit on the highest building sad stare at the ground, why is that?"
Quackity doesn't answer right away. He thinks about it, wondering what he should say.

"Have you ever wanted to just end it all Wilbur, just stop living and not have to worry about anything ever again"
A look crosses wilburs face, one that quackity does not know the meaning off.
"Of course I have Quackity, before Phil killed me, thats all I wanted, just to stop, stop it all."
Quackity nods, looking at the ground again.
"Did you know, that if I jumped down from here, right now, I would die? I would loose my last life and go to limbo, and I would stay there, I think I would want to stay there."

Wilbur put his drink down with a clink.
"Quackity, do you want to kill yourself?"
"I don't know, I want to stop living, I think it would be easier, I would prefer it, no more paper work, no more stress, maybe it would be easier if someone else killed me, then it wouldn't be suicide, it would be me being killed"
Quackity drank the end of his vodka, smirking at the empty glass.
"I hate this shit, it burns my throat, It hurts my head"
Wilbur took the glass away from him, setting it beside his own.
"Then why do you keep drinking it?"
"I'm not sure. Wait, thats a lie, I drink because I want it to kill me, I want it to destroy my kidneys and kill me. Its the same reason I smoke, so it can kill me"