Don't Know How to Feel.

21. Second Opinions means Second Thoughts

Every member of Las Nevadas stood in the casino, waiting for the rest of the guests. Sam and Purpled were back to arguing with each other. Which everyone simply ignored. Fundy and Tubbo shared a nice conversation while Quackity joined Foolish and Slime's talk.

"I don't see why we would invite them though," Purpled was once again stating, "They aren't a part of Las Nevadas." Sam opened the casino doors, "Purpled it's the more the merrier."

"Huh," Purpled let out sarcastically, "I thought it was the lesser the better."

Quackity walked over to Sam, becoming more of the two's disagreements. He leaned to Sam, "How'd you sleep?"

Sam seemed anything but appreciative of Quackity's friendly concern. He lightly shoved Quackity off of him, "I slept well. Don't worry about it."

Quackity rolled his eyes, "I'm being a nice guy here, no need to glare at me like that." Sam waved a hand to gesture to Purpled, "I'm dealing with this kid right now."

Purples scrunched up his face, "Leave all that crap to Tommy. I'm not a kid." He crossed his arms but Sam just stared at him blankly.

"You both are kids and you both act like kids."

Quackity watched as the two continued exactly what he tried to stop.

"Listen, me and Tommy," Purpled paused and pointed at Sam, "We are both mature people. You guys just never see that, but we are. Ok? We aren't kids."

"I'm not so sure, as far as I know, you two could be brothers."

Sam let a small smile spread across his face, "You guys even look alike."

"Ok well no. We aren't brothers," Purpled seemed a bit calmer, "That would be strange. Plus then that would mean I'm related to that Wilbur guy, which is just..."

Quackity looked towards Purpled, feeling a tight pull in his stomach. 

"Is just?" He waited as Purpled glanced at the ground for a moment. For some reason, Quackity felt anxious.

"Well, he-" Purples hesitated at first, "He's just a bad person. I already feel bad that Tommy's his brother or whatever. So I don't need to also feel bad for myself, so yeah we definitely aren't brothers."

Sam nodded, "As Quackity said, he's unpredictable. Which just makes him all the more dangerous." Quackity couldn't help the frown on his face, 'So I like somebody who only gets mentioned like this? That's great for me.'

"But Tommy and Wilbur aren't actual brothers," Sam added, "Brothers by choice."

Quackity cringed at himself as he cleared his throat and gave a smile. "Do we think he's changed at all? Remember time in the afterlife was different so he had a whole thirteen years to reflect- maybe even more years."

As expected Sam looked at him with very confused and strange eyes. Purples just wore the flat face he always did, "Maybe. But this guy did some fucked up stuff."

Sam seemed to agree with Purpled and Quackity tried his best to not let anything out. 'The one thing they agree on is that Wilbur's bad. So surely that means something. You can't really like somebody who's that bad right?'

"Not at all?" Quackity mentally cursed at himself as he spoke, his voice even cracked a bit. 'This is a bit awkward. They might think I'm crazy now.'

"Quackity," Sam said with a frown, "You said it yourself Wilbur could never change- at least not truly. He manipulated so many people, don't let yourself be one of them again." Quackity nodded slowly, "Again?" 

Sam placed a hand on his shoulder, "I don't forget what you tell me. I'm sorry Quackity. It seems to happen to the best of us." He adjusted his beanie and removed Sam's hand, "You're right."