Don't Know How to Feel.

9. All the Missions for Tommy

Quackity woke up to a knock on his door, he grumbled as he got out of his bed.

He took a glance at the clock, 'It's only fucking 4 am. What the hell do they need from me at this time?'

Quackity slowly walked to the door, canusing them to knock again.

He opened the door, "Yes? I was sleeping."

Tommy stood in front of him, "Oh sorry Big Q I should've known."

"Oh, Tommy? You're alright, I thought it would've been Sam or something."

Tommy laughed and walked in, sitting on the couch.

"So what do you need at this hour?"

Tommy turned to face Quackity, "Well, I wanted to ask this before I saw Wilbur so that's why I came this early. He's probably up already, he's always up at this time."

Quackity nodded.

"So, Wilbur has been acting a bit weird. I just thought since I saw you were over yesterday, you might maybe know something?"

"How's he acting weird, it's Wilbur. He's just weird," Quackity scrunched up his face.

"Sure he's weird but he's being weird in a bad and different way. He was way too silent when I got back and just didn't listen to any of the shit I said. He was distracted or some shit. Plus his whole vibe he was giving off was odd."

Quackity thought about the time when he was over, "Nothing comes to mind."

"Fine," Tommy sighed, "But are you sure Quackity? Because I don't really want to have to deal with Wierdbur. You were the only one who visited him yesterday and all of a sudden he's acting strange."

Quackity stayed silent, trying to replay the afternoon in his mind.

"Quackity?"

"Yeah Tommy?"

"Did you possibly say anything to him? I'm going to be honest, ever since he's been back, he's been more of a sensitive guy. He's a sensitive fella," Tommy said.

Quackity laughed a bit and shrugged, "I don't think so. I didn't even really say anything remotely rude."

Tommy thought for a bit, "Quackity are you stressed about your business?"

"Mine and Tubbo's business," Quackity corrected, "and yeah, I guess I am."

"Wait, Tubbo works there?"

"Yeah, did he not tell you? You guys went camping for three whole days he could've had the time to tell you then and any other time."

"Hm, he didn't. Now, if you're stressed about your thing, maybe Wilbur's stressed about his yeah?" Tommy suggested.

"It makes sense," Quackity nodded.

"Then I'll just talk to him about it. Thanks, Quackity," Tommy stood up, "Oh, and sorry for waking you up at this time," Tommy apologized before closing the door.

Tommy turned the keys and opened the door, seeing Wilbur sitting on one of the chairs messing with his breakfast.

"Hey, Wil."

"Hey Tommy," he replied, not noticing him at first.

Tommy walked over and sat in the seat next to him, "Check-in?"

"What?"

"We should check-ins, to make sure we are doing alright."

Wilbur nodded, "I mean sure."

"Ok then," Tommy smiled, "How have you been Wilbur? Check in with me."
"Fine, just confused about things I guess."

"Ooh, what things," Tommy questioned.