Till Death Do Us Part - Quackbur

1 - Las Nevadas

Author's Note: hi, just here to mention that i'll be adding trigger warnings to the chapters. this will have swearing in it, especially because the cc's swear a lot and i wanted their characters to reflect their personality. again, reminder i'm not shipping the cc's, just the characters! Anyways, enjoy :D

tw// swearing, smoking, blood, weapons (if i need to add any more just tell me in the comments :])

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Wilbur

A brief burn of pain flared across my shoulder as I felt a skeleton's arrow graze my shoulder. I whipped around, a diamond sword already in my hands as I ducked another arrow.

The gray bones of the skeleton shone in the moonlight, and once again I regretted coming at night; the hills around Las Nevadas were crawling with monsters as soon as dusk swept over the landscape. Ducking behind a spruce tree, I heard an arrow hit it with a dull thunk.

Sprinting across an exposed space, a zombie came out of nowhere and clawed at my arm. A few slashes with my sword and it was on the floor. I quickly gulped down a few bites of bread and kept running.

"Fuck this new body," I murmured to myself as I tripped again. Ever since being revived, I seemed to be weaker than I ever remembered, even compared to my starved days hidden in the deep ravines of Pogtopia.

An arrow dug itself into my permanently injured left arm and I gasped, wrenching the arrow out of my bandage, which began to blossom in vibrant crimson.

I could see the grass begin to give way to the desert ahead of me, the paved road leading to Quackity just a few dozen meters away. I grinned as I thought of him, his defiant smile, the wicked, white, curving scar pulling his lip out of shape...

"Shit!" I yelled as another skeleton's arrow buried itself in my gut. My white dress shirt, one of the everyday three dollar ones I wore daily, stuck to my stomach as sticky blood plastered it to my skin. Stumbling from the pain, I ran past the tree line, my brown trench coat flowing behind me, my glasses slipping down my nose. Cutting down a few dumbass spiders that scuttled towards my glistening sword, I managed to hide behind a last spruce tree and devour the last of my bread.

When at last my legs stopped burning and the horrible pain in my side faded to a dull, bleeding throb, I took off at full speed again. I reached the concrete of the road, and soon enough, the bright lights of the huge Las Nevadas sign dawned over the hill. I grinned, my breathing labored, and reached into my pocket for a pack of cigarettes. 

Flicking on my lighter and tucking the cigarette into my mouth, I took a deep breath of the fresh air around me. The bright lights of Las Nevadas glaring into my eyes, I stumbled down the road, aware of the small trail of blood dots following my steps. My black army boots felt tight around my ankles. I might've twisted one running across the forest, all those fucking monsters following me.

I reached the large tower-like structure at the front of the city and gave it a good drunken kick. "Hey, Big Dick," I laugh, remembering how annoyed Quackity gets when I call his buildings "undignified names". 

It took me a good half hour to get to the main building. I stole a few random objects here and there, splashed through the fountain like a child at a park, leaned against a lamp, spots dancing in my eyes from the pain. 

Quackity, I thought. When I make it across this damned city, I'll get Quackity.

Reaching the huge doors, fitted between a white marble arch, I coughed up a few more drops of blood and and almost choked on my cig. Licking my lips clean of the thick red, I pulled a long metal clip out of my pocket and picked the lock. 

Quackity should be more careful, I thought, creaking the door open. A maid jumped in surprise at the sight of me, but I hit her on the head and she passed out cold. 

"Nuisance," I muttered. "Has fucking servants now, does he?" 

I stumbled around the building, turning corridors at random and avoiding a butler here and there. It took me a while to get past the hall with a picture of Fundy in it. I sighed. My beautiful son, his bright green eyes just like his mother's. I missed Sally, I really did. Back in the days when we were young reckless lovers. When I didn't have to chase attractive assholes across the desert.

I turned a corner and ran right into Quackity. 

"Oh, shit," I said, actually surprised I didn't have to break into his room. Spots danced In my vision, and I knew I was on half a heart; but I managed to see Quackity had shed his signature LAFD beanie––whatever Los Angeles was, anyways––and was dressed in a shirt not unlike mine and sweatpants. Sweatpants! Fucking Quackity wearing sweatpants. 

I saw his face drain of color right before me. "Oh, fuck," he said, trying to smile seductively, but I knew I'd surprised him. "What did you do now, you idiot?"

My fingers subconsciously went to his cheek. Wow. What was I doing? Quackity is my enemy, isn't he? I should kill him. I have a sword in my inventory. He didn't even flinch when I touched his face though.

I ran my finger along his scar, my eyelids drooping. Oh wow, I haven't slept in like, three days. I laughed hysterically; sleep? Fucking hilarious.

"Hello, Quackity," I managed to push past my lips before passing out at his feet, my drunken laugh still echoing in my ears.