Don't Know How to Feel.

27. Late Nights in Las Nevadas

The sun had disappeared behind dark grey clouds and the light breeze turned into a harsh wind.

Wilbur groaned as he flipped his hair to the side. He hated the wind. But he was going to have to deal with it until he finally reached his house.

Hopefully, he can make it before it's raining, something the clouds seem to promise.

He was supposed to be finally opening up to Tommy, helping him not worry so much. But the weather had stopped this plan. Tommy doesn't handle this type of weather too well and something about keeping "Shroud" safe during a storm like this.

So now Wilbur's walking against the winds to get back to his house without Tommy.

'The bad weather is even more disappointing when just a few hours ago it was the complete opposite.'

Wilbur put a pause to his complaints when he heard a low growl, 'Zombie'.

He glanced around anxiously, he didn't have anything with him at the moment.

Instead of waiting for the zombie to pop out behind a random tree and leave Wilbur injured, he quickly sprinted out of the woods.

He sighed in relief as the bright sign of Las Nevadas reflected in the water. Wilbur felt much more relaxed with the sand under his feet and white, clean buildings to gaze at.

Las Nevadas at night was a sight. That's what Wilbur always mumbled to himself when he stood in front of the beauty of it all.

Under the moon, the sand was a soft mix of blue and white and every light in Las Nevadas only shined so much to make sure everything still looked gentle.

It was a normal thing for Wilbur. To stand or sit right in the middle of the road and watch Las Nevadas under the night sky. The whole view of it all felt like a secret, something only he and the moon knew. 'Las Nevadas was better at night' and Wilbur couldn't agree more.

He bit his lip in remembrance of Quackity's words. Thanks to his own doing, this was as much as he could see of Las Nevadas now.

'But it is night,' he glanced at the moon, 'it's not like Quackity's going to know.'

With another flip of his hair, he walked into Las Nevadas. Wilbur ignored the wind while he stepped around the country in the dark of night. He knew if he acknowledged the wind his secret visit wouldn't be as enjoyable.

Minutes later and he's laying on his back, looking up at the shady sky. The sound of the waterfall is calming, and he drops a hand into the fountain.

These were the best nights in Wilbur's opinion. The ones where he could walk around for as long as he wanted before resting on the ledge of the water fountain. Just him and the stunning looks of Las Nevadas.

"Soot?"

Wilbur jumped in panic, regretting it immediately as he fell back into the water. 'Guess it isn't one of those nights.'

He looked up from the floor of the fountain and up to face Quackity, 'Shit.'

"Oh hey Quackity," he smiled, still sitting in the water. Quackity couldn't help but snicker at him, making Wilbur groan in annoyance.

"Get out of my fountain," Quackity's smug smile was gone in an instant and he was now glaring at Wilbur. Not surprised by the quick change, Wilbur stood up, "Then don't appear out of nowhere and make me fall into it."

"That was all you," Quackity said, crossing his arms. Wilbur didn't care for the other's harsh glare, he cared that his night was now ruined. He was soaked and no longer enjoying this night by himself.