Till Death Do Us Part - Quackbur

6 - Endless Circles

Authors note: did you guys like that last part aahahahahah 

(edit: is this glitching? i think its glitching. i publishes this literally 5 seconds after "speedrun these lyrics green bitch" so idk man, hope you can see this)

we're gonna pretend the manberg death was canon with quackity cos he needs to have one canon life. if not dream cant threaten him effectively, see? also would you guys be more comfortable with slightly more   g r a p h i c    scenes? kissing and shit? you guys tell me. ill just type it up

tws and cws: swearing, weapons, mentions of trauma, body parts, kissing, mild violence (?)

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Quackity

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The alarms are still ringing in my ears, shoving any other thought out of my mind. Las Nevadas. Dream. Las Nevadas. Dream. My mind runs in endless circles as I gallop forward on Ossium, the soft clunk of his shining bones hitting the ground just a constant countdown, ticking each moment that goes by, each moment I lose in my race against Dream. It's early, maybe five in the morning, I've been riding all night. A lit lantern hangs at Ossium's side, our feeble source of light. Fortunately, we're too fast for any lurking monsters to attack.

Las Nevadas. Dream. Las Nevadas. Dream. There's still that one, horrid fucking part of my brain that's sneaking Wilbur in there. Aside from the feverish, constant feeling of pure panic, my conscience still wanders to Wilbur, to the man I love as intensely as I hate. I still have dreams about those few kisses we've shared. I recall the soft embrace of his sturdy arms up at the needle those weeks ago. A comforting, warm burrow for the soft rabbit I've become.

We haven't talked once since he left that same day. His clinking pockets' weight, previously filled with money, now replaced with the heavy burden of the memories we'd shared at the fair. Around his neck lay a little gemstone, swirls of blues and yellows and orange in it, hanging by a simple leather cord. His glasses foggy, a smile playing on his soft lips. His long and nimble fingers against my cheek as he delicately pressed a small kiss to my scalp. The heavy step of his boots against the asphalt road as he walked out into the setting sun, a small wave to me in his goodbye.

My hand reaches up to my own neck, where, with every thundering gallop of Ossium's hooves, a pendant just like his thrums against my chest as I bounce to the tempo of my horse's run. A small memento of our afternoon together, yet so much more.

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I grit my teeth, the shocking waves of sound emanating from all around me making my head throb. Dream. Las Nevadas. Dream. Las Nevadas. Wilbur. Las Nevadas. Dream. Wilbur. 

Almost automatonically, my hands turn Ossium left sharply, still at full speed, narrowly missing a large spruce tree. The gentle glow of the dawn is starting to seep through the rich needles of the pines, dappling the forest floor in vibrant hues of green and brown, the first grass and flowers beginning to bloom. The roots of trees snake across the ground in convoluted patterns. It's a beautiful April morning. But I can't focus on the grace of the nature. I still feel like I'm running in circles, my entire body in panic mode; upturned intestines, heart in my throat, head spinning.

Just like when Wilbur kissed you, the back of my mind says, and I bite my lip. Still thinking about Wilbur. Las Nevadas. Wilbur. Dream. Endless circles.

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Ossium leaps over a fallen log, his hips and shoulders clanking menacingly against his legs before taking off at full speed again. His rhythmic breathing starts to calm me down, and the consuming panic lessens. I can actually think. Where would Dream be coming from? Do I have tactical advantages? How fast is he moving?