I Love You So. [Old Ver.]

1.3

Fundy crept after Quackity slowly, He knew he shouldn't follow him but he was worried. Quackity always kept to himself, The fox knew the duck had a hard time trusting people. After Purpled's betrayal. He watched him and the others like a hawk. A hawk that was eyeing its prey. His ears twitched excitedly. Foolish, A totem hybrid had asked him to follow Quackity and make sure he was okay. If he was being honest, Fundy knew that he and his father were meeting. Sam told them, Well. Only him and foolish knew about it but Quackity didn't know that, yet.

Fundy shivered slightly as he knew where Quackity was heading. Pogtopia. —Pogtopia was founded by Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, and Technoblade after the POG2020 campaign lost the first election of L'Manberg. It existed during The Manberg Rebellion, acting as the base of operations for all the former citizens of L'Manberg that were either banished by or opposed to Manberg. It was located somewhere outside of the borders of the Dream SMP and Manberg, in a ravine underneath a small dirt shack embedded within a hill. It was mostly a system of caves, made of stone and wooden stairways with torches along the walls—

His tail swayed from side to side as he watched Quackity pause and listen. His yellow eyes widened as he heard Wilbur and Dream fight about something. He didn't really know, He wasn't really paying attention. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Quackity walking down the stairs towards Dream and Wilbur. Deciding to drink an invisibility potion, He crept down the stairs carefully, Standing behind Dream. He had eight minutes.

The fox watched as his father began to speak, His father's voice was filled with anger but also warmth. "Oh Dream, You said you have no attachment, A villain isn't supposed to have one. Well, My savior. You're wrong, Villains can have attachments. It makes them strong! In fact, You yourself have an attachment! You're hooked onto these mother fucking discs! That's really all you care about, Dream! Discs. It's pathetic, Dream." Fundy listened to his father's words, His heart ached as he remembered the times when L'manburg had walls around it. Dream was at peace with them. The ex-president was speaking with his word, Not with a sword in hand. This is what Wilbur always wanted, He never wanted wars, He would rather solve everything with his words. Fundy would be lying if he didn't look up to his father, Besides him being a complete psychopath, He was still a good guy.

Fundy's gaze shifted over to Quackity. The black-haired man had not said a single word the whole time. He just stood there, Staring at Dream. The fox blinked, Checking his time limit. One minute and thirty-one seconds. That was enough time, Right? Dream took a step forward, Fundy was sure the masked man was about to attack Wilbur for talking back. But Wilbur continued to talk, The anger in his voice and eyes never left, It stayed. That's what scared Fundy the most. Wilbur was the one who rarely got angry. The Brit tilted his head, "Oh, I have attachments. Sam does, Eret Does, Quackity does, Philza does." Just then Dream was about to pull out his sword when suddenly Fundy leaped onto him, Sending them both down the hill.

Fundy slammed Dream into the ground, Growling at him. The masked man groaned, "Fundy!? When did you get here- I didn't even, What the hell!?" The fox smirked, "It's called an invisibility potion, Sweetheart. " Quackity crouched down beside Fundy. "Well Dream, Doesn't this look familiar? Hm... Let me recall the time when Tommy and Tubbo took two lives away from you! Perhaps we will take your last!" The masked man squirmed around, trying to escape the fox's grasp. "Stop moving Dream." The man beneath him stopped moving, "You can't kill me- I, Technoblade! He'll come and save me. I know of it!" Quackity laughed, "Really? Like hell, he would. You see Dream. Technoblade is rather... How do I say this? Busy at the point"

Fundy glanced at Quackity. The black-haired man was staring up at Wilbur, His father was standing on the opposite side of him, having not said a single word since Fundy leaped at Dream. "What should we do with him?" Fundy asked, Breaking the awkward silence between them all. Quackity hummed, "I say, We don't put him in the prison yet. Why don't we tie him to a chair? Torture him maybe?" "That's a little bit far." Wilbur glared at Quackity, "I don't think we should. Just tie him to a chair and let him starve for a few days. We also take all his weapons so he can't escape" Fundy nodded slightly, "Someone should wait for him tonight, I can't. Foolish needs me later" The duck sighed, "I'm also busy.. I have a country and I can't babysit this green bitch."

"I'll do it."

~.~

Wilbur was leaning against the wall, His eyes closed. Dream was staring right at him. "Wilbur." The masked man spoke, The Brit opened his eyes, Looking back at Dream. "What do you want?" "Wilbur, Please. Let me go! I beg of you... I'm your savior! You owe me this! You owe me a favor, I saved you from your limbo! So let me go" Wilbur thought for a mention before shaking his head. "No, Sir. I know I owe you a favor but I can't do that. I'm doing this for Quackity" "Are you in love with him?" His breath hitched, Was he in love with Quackity? The answer was yes. He always had been, even when he started dating Sally. He was still in love with the black-haired man.

"No."

"Don't lie, Wilbur, I know the two of you were hooking up back then. When Schlatt was around."

(Warning, This part contains hitting, cursing)

"Shut the fuck up." Wilbur took a step forward, "You don't know anything, You hear me?" Dream smiled, (they took off his mask) "Wilbur. What will you even do if I don't stop talking? Kill me?" "Probably." Dream gulped, "Wilbur...You and Quackity? Pft- He's probably just using you! He probably doesn't even love you, He just sees you as his business fuck buddy-" Wilbur punched Dream right in the face, This time. He didn't stop, He continued. The chair fell down, Dream screamed, "Wilbur! Stop! Stop! Please!-" The brown-haired man realized this was familiar. Almost as if he had done this to someone. Tommy.

"I heard what you did to Tommy in that prison, Bitch! Quackity told me all about it. How you beat him to death with a fucking potato! This is a dose of your own medicine bitch, How do you like it?" Dream gasped, "Stop! Wilbur, Please!" Tears began to form at the edge of his green eyes. Was Wilbur going to beat Dream to death? Of course '

(not. Dream is sorta important in this story.)

There was a gasp from behind them, Wilbur stopped, Turning his head to see who it was. Quackity, Fundy, and Tommy? His eyes widen. "Wilbur? What did the hell happen? Why are you-" Quackity took a step forward. Tommy glanced at Dream, The man was laying on the ground. His eyes closed, Blood gushed out of his nose, His lip all busted up. "Quackity, Darling... He said something and I got pissed and started- I was only giving him his own taste of medicine-" The black-haired man stared at Wilbur in horror. "Wilbur I-" Tommy looked at him, "Wait- How did you know about..?" The brunette sighed, "Quackity told me. We both were wasted and he told me what happened- And I was pissed off about it. I wanted to talk about it with Dream but I never got the chance- I'm sorry"

"You're sorry?"

"Yes"

Tommy laughed, "Wilbur! Dream deserved it! He fucking deserved to be punched! You are doing all of us a favor, God Wilbur. I didn't think you still actually cared about me" Quackity and Fundy also laughed, While Wilbur stood there dumbfounded. "What!? I never said I care for you, I- Errr.. Anyways, I guess I should clean Dream up. I don't wanna leave him like this" "I'll help" Quackity offered, Smiling at him. "Tommy, Fundy. Go light up the place, It's time that Pogtopia makes a comeback" Tommy nodded, "Maybe this can be your new nation, Wilbur!" The Brit scowled, "There's so way in hell am I doing that shit again."