TNTduo one shots + art

(Crack?) Story Time With The Childs

Ideas? None

Motivation? Miniscule

Falling face first into a different fandom that you proceed to spend every waking moment thinking about? HAHA someonepleaseIneedhelp

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"Once upon a time.....

There was a man who made a country then fucked his rival. And that's how you little shits came into the world. The end." Wilbur said, grinning at the three kids ranging from 10 to 18 years old who sat on the carpeted floor in front of him.

The three were Dennis, Iris, and Oliver, the children of Wilbur and Quackity. They had gotten bored and begged Wilbur for a story since he always had such cool and interesting tales to tell. Of course, that was the exact opposite of what they were expecting but hey, beggers can't be choosers.

"Fatherrr, we want an actual story! Tell us one about L'Manburg or something, those are always cool!" Iris whined, tugging her long, straight black hair out of the grip of her little sibling Oliver. Iris had one red eye and one black eye, and soft grey wings that ended in a row of pretty yellow feathers. She took more after Quackity than Wilbur in looks, though her personality was a mildly edited copy of Wilbur's.

"Yeah Parental Unit Who Birthed Us, give us a better story. One we maybe haven't heard before, like something from your childhood. Tell us about the house you grew up in." Dennis said, his voice much quieter and far more polite than Iris's tone had been. He had short, wavy brown hair that was mostly tucked under a deep red beanie, minus his bangs which stuck out and covered the top parts of his face. He had black eyes, one of which having an odd deformation that made one half of his face look like Quackity's signature smile on his actual Minecraft skin. Dennis also had wings, one being a pretty yellow and the other a stormy grey.

"Alright, alright. Have I told you about the haunted forest that surrounded my childhood home?" Wilbur said, a lightly mischievous grin on his face.

Oliver gasped at the mention of a haunted forest, light blue eyes immediately gleaming with interest. They had shoulder length brown hair and were smaller than their other siblings, though that could possibly be because they were the youngest. Their wings were pure yellow, minus the few scattered grey feathers.
"Tell us, tell us!" They shouted eagerly, Dennis having to pull them into a hug to keep them from bouncing around all over the room.

Wilbur couldn't help but chuckle at his kids, a genuine happiness filling his heart.
"Our story begins on a dark, windy night..."