Don't tell Anyone - Quackbur

Chapter 25

Quackitys POV
I woke up the next morning, sore and uncomfortable. Wilbur was already up and was getting dressed and taking care of his wound.

"morning.." I said in a groggy morning voice.

"morning my love." he leaned down and pecked my lips. I hummed happily and I reached my hand out to touch his cheek.

"Dreams sick..." he announced.

"I figured. that's what happens after a year of technically quarantining. his body isn't used to being normal or around diseases." I explained.

"yeah. you know, he's been having... dreams. I think that prison made him crazy."

"he was already crazy."

"this made him worse. he... came into my dream before."

"what??"

"I know, but listen. he explained how it was there. that place made something worse than Dream. pissing him off or freaking him out can be serious." he explained. I rolled my eyes, not really caring for this information.

after all he's done, I still think he deserved that prison.

"think of it, that place pushed almost every evil onto one person! for a year!" he claimed.

"Wil, what are you getting at?"

"... try being nice to him? just... I don't know... be friendly and not so angry with him?"

I looked at Wil like he was crazy.

"baby... he's literally a fucking-"

"I know.. please just try? it will make things easier." I thought for a moment if I should.

"fine."

"thank you love!" Wil kissed me on the lips repeatedly as I let out a sigh.

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"why are you suddenly being nice to me?" Dream asks as I hand him some food.

"might as well. even if we don't see eye to eye, we might as well get along if we are going to to working together."

Dream takes the bread and nibbles on it, pulling off little chunks.

Wil walks in and my spirits lift a little. I see him give a proud smile as he walks over.

"how is everything."

"horrible." Dream and I respond at the same time. we exchange looks and burst out laughing.

"w-why, Ahem, horrible?" Wil says through laughs.

"I'm sick."

"my wing. and I need to find my other eye."

my lover, hehe, nods slowly and speed walks to our room without saying anything.

"odd." says Dream.

"very." I respond.

The brit comes back with a box with an eye of ender on the lock.

"is that my?"

"yup!"

"when did you get this? where did you get this?" I ask as I take the box. the three of us sit on the bed, Dream up by the head part and Wil on the edge, putting me in the middle.