Don't Know How to Feel.

13. Another Morning With You

Quackity walked around the house, knowing exactly which window he was looking for.

It was thanks to the tree he knew which window it was, it had a very odd-shaped branch that he noticed out the window last time he was here.

The moon reflected on the window, and the outline of his shadow seemed to be coloured in the moon's light. He knocked on the window and waited, he shifted his shoes which made the wet grass squeak a bit.

'When did it rain?'

Quackity looked around, he should've noticed it rained earlier. The trees' leaves were shiny and dripping with water droplets.

He turned his head quickly as he heard the door open, "Is that fuckin Quackity?"

"Uh yeah," he smiled into the window, "It's me."

"Quackity what are you doing at my window?" 

"Oh," Quackity fixed his beanie, "Visting?"

"Why didn't you just use the door like a normal human being?"

"In case Tommy was awake," Quackity crossed his arms, "Didn't really want him to see me."

Wilbur looked at the shadow in the window, he walked closer so he could see Quackity. Then he saw the condition of the poor man, "Quackity what happened?"

"Oh, this?" Quackity waved a hand in front of his face, "It's a long story."

"Well just at least get inside Quackity it's fucking three in the morning," Wilbur opened the window so more than just his head could fit through the window. Quackity nodded and climbed in, walking over to the bed and taking a seat.

"So," Wilbur said as he closed the window, "What happened to ya?"

"Should I start from the beginning?"

Wilbur took a seat next to Quackity, "Well isn't that how all stories start?"

Quackity nodded with a scoff.

"So, I have some ex-fiances."

Wilbur turned to Quackity looking surprised at first before he recovered quickly, "Go on."

"We all used to date- obviously. It was great for the most part, the closest thing to perfect. The best relationship I had been in, but of course, there were still some problems."

Wilbur pressed his lips into a thin line, waiting for Quackity to continue.

Quackity sighed, "Basically the day that I was about to propose to them they dumped me. Told me they didn't want to be with me."

"Oh shit man."

"Yeah, it sucks. Especially since one of them knew for perhaps like a whole fuckin week about my idea to propose and they just didn't do anything."

Wilbur only nodded.

"But they showed up last night. In Las Nevadas."

Wilbur turned back to Quackity, "What?"

"Exactly, like they just pop up after all this time of ignoring me, after dumping me. Then we talk and apparently, they want me back?" Quackity raised his voice before quickly lowering it.

"That's just a bit harsh, did you say yes to them Quackity?"

"What- No. We all cried, said sorry, and had a sleepover as friends-"

"That's good."

"But," Quackity rolled his eyes at Wilbur cutting him off, "When I woke up they were talking and one was all mad about leaving because they didn't get Las Nevadas. The other actually respected my decision but they still came here to use me."