Till Death Do Us Part - Quackbur

3 - Nightmares

Author's note: alrighty there readers, i have a 1 am chapter here for you today! I wrote it across a few days instead of all in one sitting. I just want to thank over 200 people who read this. you guys really motivated me to keep writing and now I'm super invested.

this part's pretty long, a bit over 2400 words, and really just lots of wilby trauma, so if you don't want to read it just scroll all the way to the bottom and i'll debrief, like, the single plot-related thing that happened. also we have our first quackbur kisses ;) if it's slightly nsfw, just let me know in the comments.

have fun! it's sad!

tw/cw: swearing, blood, trauma, explosions, caps, kissing, yelling, manipulation

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Wilbur

I didn't remember falling asleep, just Quackity muttering something obsolete then going quiet. I stared into the darkness of his room a few more minutes, an unpleasant throb in my gut, until I slipped into warm, silent sleep.

Quackity and Tommy laced in and out of my dreams. Someone was yelling. Had I woken up?

Suddenly I snapped awake. "--AS THE PRESIDENT OF MANBURG," someone yelled. I looked around. What had happened to Quackity's bedroom? Gone were his navy curtains and oak cabinets. I was on an old, smoky bench, people all around me. Eret? Nikki? Jack Manifold? My son, my adored, wretched son, Fundy? 

Tommy is next to me, staring in horror in front of him. "Tommy?" I start. "What the fuck is––" 

"IS TO REVOKE THE CITIZENSHIPS!" Groggy and confused, I look up and a wave of panic surges through me. It's Schlatt. GeorgeNotFound and Quackity standing at his side. Oh, Quackity, what the fuck are you thinking? My nemesis's wide, evil grin spreads across his face and despite the fear coursing through my body, I can't help but think how hot that looks.

I realize my hands are trembling. Through the magnified call of a microphone, I hear Schlatt take a breath, almost lagging, as if in a shitty video call. 

Schlatt grins evilly. "OF WILBUR SOOT––"

Tommy clutches my hand. 

"––AND TOMMYINNIT!"

The booming name of us, founders of L'manburg, echoes throughout the benches. Crows call, still slowed, as every head turns towards us. People are standing. Commotion. An arrow is hurtling towards my face. Screams all around us, Tommy is petrified, gasps of horror––

Suddenly everything dissolves. I'm in a familiar, small room, words scrawled across the stone walls. I am still trembling, and yet I feel numb. Gravity seems to have decreased, the clunk of my boots hitting the cold floor are muffled, as if underwater, and the faint light of a lantern shines onto my body. Every heartbeat I pump out ripples throughout my chest. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

Almost as if I were watching from someone else's eyes, I turn around. My father is standing in the doorway. His feathered wings tucked tightly around his back, he talks to me, but I am still underwater, his words muffled, my thoughts too scattered to comprehend.

Ba-bump.

I'm opening my mouth, and words spill out of me, my voice shaky. Am I yelling now? What's going on? 

Ba-bump.

Everything comes into focus suddenly. A bitter, metallic taste fills my mouth and I hear those dreaded words rolling off my tongue, filling the air around me––