Don't Know How to Feel.

5. Quackity, a fox, and a slime

Coincidentally, the next three days after Quackity agreed to let Wilbur try out his burgers, Tubbo planned a camping trip with Ranboo and Tommy. So now both men were waiting for the three to return. On the first day, Quackity decided to go through his office to clean it up. Though, once he stumbled upon a certain box of memories he found himself stuck in his office, sulking. Call him pathetic or whatever but he wasn't going to do anything besides sit in his office and sulk until there was something of importance that needed to be dealt with. So when Purpled arrived at his door and repeatedly complained about Sam being "a boring, bossy assed nobody" just because Sam said no to playing "Bedwars, but you die irl" with him, Quackity simply ignored Purpled until he left. 

Wilbur on the other hand, well no one has seen him. Sam felt a lot of sympathy after he talked with Fundy about his father and Sam thought it was a good idea to at least talk with Wilbur. Just to see what type of guy he is now, if he could help Fundy or if he was just a shit father. But when Sam went over to 'Paradise' or whatever they had named the place, Wilbur was nowhere to be seen. He knew Ranboo and Tommy were off camping with Tubbo, but he didn't know where Wilbur had gone off to. So now Sam was waiting for his return.

Quackity woke up to a loud knocking on his door, he groaned as he stood up from the floor where he had fallen asleep.

"Yes?" He asked, feeling better enough to open up the door, "What can I help you with?"

Foolish stood in front of him, "Oh- didn't think you'd actually open the door, been told you've been hibernating here or something," Foolish mumbled, stepping back from the door.

Quackity gave Foolish a look, "Mhm, what do you need?"

Foolish snapped his fingers, "Oh yes, I have a question Quackity."

"Yeah, what is it?" Quackity said with a yawn, still feeling asleep.

"Well, I was wondering if you knew anything about what's going on out there. Purpled's out there trying to start a 'movement' well that's what he said," Foolish asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What movement?" Quackity questioned with a wave of his hand.

"Let's get Sam out of Las Nevadas! Stop Sam from ruining our country!" Foolish mocked the younger's words and put his fist up in the air to complete the act.

Quackity sighed, "He's still mad about that shit? Hasn't it been like two hours? I was able to fall asleep-" 

"Tell him that if he's being serious then he can talk to me face to face tomorrow. Bet that will shush him up, he's most likely not being serious."

"Alright, thanks. He's been making quite a scene, pissing off Fundy and all that- and angry Fundy is kinda scary," Foolish said with a small laugh before closing the door. Quackity smiled a bit, the randomness of Las Nevadas made him feel much better, it comforted him. 

After standing in his office contemplating, he finally decided to leave the room. He walked to his place in Las Nevadas, a hotel room. The room underwent a bit of construction to be different from the others. It was more a house in the corner of the hotel than another room out of the many.

 He unlocked his door and kicked it closed with his foot. He headed straight to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Quackity's nose scrunched up in distaste at his reflection. He looked exactly as he was: a sulking man in wrinkled clothes that keeps falling asleep in his chair or the floor of his office. A man who also had been accidentally been forgetting about eating his meals. Quackity headed straight to the kitchen and looked in the cupboards and fridge, seeing if he had anything he was hungry for. Once he saw that he had the food supplies for a decent sandwich he headed back to the bathroom, he would eat after taking a needed shower.