Quackbur Oneshots!!

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(NSFW implications)

Well, Wilbur didn't expect this.

It had been a few months since Wilbur and Quackity had visited, so he already found it a bit odd when Quackity came knocking at his door.

Tommy perked up from his small station in the corner of the room, looking at the door. "Wil? Who's there? It's not Dream, is it. Please tell me it's not Dream."

Ah, that's right. Dream attempted to attack Tommy earlier that week. Wilbur may cherish the man who saved him, but he found it to be a low shot.

Wilbur looks back at Tommy with a scoff, adjusting his coat. "No, I don't think it is. Dream doesn't knock."

As Tommy let out a huff of relief, Wilbur walked to the door and opened it wide open to reveal Quackity holding his body close, almost as if he's split in two but has to hold himself together.

Raising an everybrow, Wilbur's smile falters. "Quackity?"

There was a sniff, then a heavy sigh. Wilbur watches as Quackity lifts his head and turns away, finally catching the tears that effortlessly fall even in this brash and windy weather.

"Wilbur, I know you're busy but I don't know what to do right now. Slime's gone, an-"

Wilbur swings his head back inside and yells, "Tommy! 284!"

In no less than a second, Tommy's cursing and there's sounds of rustling for a good few moments. Before long, silence. With that, Wilbur turns back to Quackity and sets a hand on his shoulder, ushering him inside.

Hesitating, Quackity stammers, "Wait- is Tommy still here? I don't want him to hear this."

Wilbur waves a hand with a small, playful tone. "Of course not! 284 is a code we created if I saw Dream. If I see him, I yell it out and Tommy runs as far as he can to the next location. In this case, it would be to Techno and Phill. So we're completely alone." Wilbur lets go of Quackity, shrugging off the quizzical look he gives him. He then turns and shuts the door before turning and crossing his arms.

"Now, what happened with Slime?"

And just like that, Wilbur watches as Quackity fights his two instincts: fight or freeze. There was never a 'flight' response with him. He had learned to dissect that after his resurrection.

But even now, it's concerning that he chose to freeze, then explode.

Quackity's shoulders scrunched up, his hands balling up to fists before he looked to the floor. "Purpled killed Slime because he thought I had the revival book. On top of that, I was labeled as a fucking killer by Karl."

Ah. Karl was the cake, Slime was the icing. Typical.

Quackity sucks in air like his life depended on it before looking at Wilbur. Wilbur saw worlds crumble in his eyes. Wilbur only watched and listened as Quackity bursted into flames of reget, shame, embarrassment, and pure sadness.

"Wilbur, I was called a killer!! I murderer for something we agreed on!! I didn't- It was a thing we both agreed on for El Rapids! He agreed I could take a life, but he- he just- he told me I wasn't welcomed and called me a killer." Tears. Rivers. Oceans. All of them poured from Quackitys eyes as his whole body trembled.

Wilbur only stood there.

It's been over 13 years since he's had to deal with other peoples burdens. Hell, it's been even longer since he's had any part to play with relationships. Why did Quackity come to him?

He couldn't ponder much longer though, because in moments, Quackity dropped down to Wilbur's feet and held himself together as his heart tore apart. He began to sob, letting every emotion of rage spill right at Wilbur's feet.