Don't Know How to Feel.

20. Accepting Advice

Fundy sat in the casino, letting the bright sunshine through the big window above his head.

As expected, he saw Sam walking towards him, "Hey Sam." Sam leaned onto the table "It's awfully bright for an empty casino."

"You get used to it," Fundy said with a smile. Sam nodded and looked towards Fundy.

"How have you been? We haven't gotten to talk properly in a while."

"Wait, when was the last time we even talked?" Fundy questioned, "Besides the whole Tubburger stuff."

"Oh, I think it was almost a month ago. When we talked about your father Wilbur."

Fundy nodded to himself, "Oh that's right. I've got news on that."

Sam paused to listen to him. He was thankful that Fundy's emotions didn't seem to become negative at the mention of Wilbur.

"I talked with him," Fundy said, "and he apologized for what he did."

"That's great. I've been hoping he would do so."

"Then we came to an agreement," Fundy watched as Sam scrunched his face for only a second in confusion, "Agreement?"

"I just don't think I want Wilbur to be a father in my life. So I told him that we could be friends, but not family. He was alright with that."

"Oh," Sam nodded slowly, "Glad you two figured it out."

"I know right? Because now I don't have to worry about all that family stuff and we can just hang out. I don't have a shit father anymore Sam," Fundy paused, "I have no father."

Sam stayed silent at the smile on Fundy's face, it didn't seem incredibly genuine but for now, it wasn't his business. He reached down to the floor, grabbing the bag he had been carrying with him. Fundy tried peeking into the bag, "I was going to ask about that. What's in it?"

Sam smirked as he pulled out a variety of bottles. Fundy smiled, "So when's the party again?"

"This night Fundy," he began, "We are all going to celebrate both the first day of Tubbuger and our work to Las Nevadas."

"Whose all coming?"

"All the citizens of Las Nevadas," Sam said, "and a few selected people."

"Selected people? Who was selected?"

"Fundy you'll have to come to the celebration party to find out."

Fundy gave a small frown, "I don't really like waiting but alright."

"Don't worry. It's going to be great."

Fundy nodded at the assurance, "Wait does Quackity even know about the party? This is his casino."

"We'll ask him later. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

Fundy thought for a moment, "No not really. Just wanted to tell you about Wilbur and check in on the party plan."

"And if Quackity doesn't want us to throw a party in his casino?"

"Then we throw it elsewhere," Sam said, "Now let's go ask him." Fundy stood up, "To his office then."

They stood in front of the office door, knocking twice. They heard shuffling and the door was opened.

"Slimecicle?" Sam looked at the gooey man standing in the doorway, "Quackity lets you in here?"

"Quackity from Las Nevadas says I can be here anytime you want," he nodded. Fundy peeked past him, "So Quackity isn't here?" He titled his head, "Nope. Do you need Quackity?"