You walk down the long hall down to Quackity's, or Alex's, office. He needed something, but he didn't specify what. He would usually tell you these things, but this time was different. He only said to bring a cup of coffee and a cup of tea. No specifications, just that. You were carrying the tray with the coffee and tea on it, with some sugar packets for the tea. As you walk into Quackity's office, seeing him in a conference type of meeting with a tall man with one white streak in his hair. Was he.. revived? You start to back up back into the hall before Quackity calls to you.
"Ah, speak of the Devil. Come on in Y/N." He beckons to you to come over to his desk. You walk over carefully and place the coffee and tea onto the desk. "Thank you. Wilbur, I'd like you to meet Y/N. They're my best waiter/waitress and assistant in my Casino. Y/N, say hi." You heard a bit of a shake in Quackity's voice as you put the tray behind your back and you bowed respectfully.
"Hello, I'm Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr..?" You look at Quackity for a moment, for the man, Wilbur's, last name.
"Soot." You hear the man respond in Quackity's place. "It's Soot, Love. Nice to meet you as well~" You widen your eyes as he takes your hand and kisses it. You hear Quackity scowl and interrupt the man, or as you now knew, Wilbur Soot.
"Wilbur, you said this would be strictly business." Quackity said with a scowl and he stood up next to you. He wasn't much taller than you, and in no way taller than Wilbur.
"Aw Quackity, you're really no fun." The man frowns and goes to sit back down as Quackity does. You see Quackity gesture to you to stand behind him by the wall, so you back up, standing by it. Eventually you start to get engulfed by your own thoughts as the two speak to one another about the casino and other things. You still haven't been told why you were here. You gave the two men their drinks, yet your were still held here in Quackity's office. This was also the only person in Quackity's "friend group" that you've been exposed to besides Charlie. Why? Quackity was always careful about the people he brought you around if he were even to bring you anywhere. Whenever he were to go to the jail down the road, or even in a meeting, you weren't allowed to be there. So why would he suddenly have you be around while a revived man was here? "Quackity, is the Angel alright?" You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Wilbur speaking to you.
"They're fine Wilbur. And they aren't yours to call "Angel" either." You see Wilbur raise an eyebrow and smirk.
"Well if they aren't mine to call Angel, what's this meeting for, huh?" You tilt your head slightly and look over at Quackity, who was struck with a guilty face.
"Sir? What does he mean by that?" Quackity looks at you with a guilty face and sighs. "Sir?"
"Wilbur, I said that bet was off a while ago, and you know this." You look at the two men, confused. What did he mean?
"And yet they are still here." Wilbur looks at you "I want my prize." You feel your cheeks get warm. And you notice an arm go around your neck, it was Quackity. Your cheeks get warmer as he talks in a lower voice.
"Again, they aren't yours to say stuff like that to." You see the two men glaring at each other as Quackity keeps his arm on your shoulders, and you blush, using your tray to cover your face.
"Well how about we let them choose? What do you think?" You notice Wilbur push down the tray slightly making it so that you only saw him. "Do you want to choose? Or would you rather me just take you away from here, hm?"
"Wilbur, quit it. You're putting too much pressure on them." You feel Quackity lift his arm. "I'll be back. Don't touch them, you got that?"
"Yeah yeah, whatever." You see Quackity leave, and the second he does, Wilbur pulls you over to him. "Would you like to go and have some fun, my dear?"
"W-What kind of fun?" You try to keep your cool as he stands there, inches away from your face.
"The arson kind. That's my forte, you know." You see him grin wickedly. "So, what do you say? Would you give me the pleasure of a dance around the growing flames?" You nod slightly, making him grin with a crazy glint in his eye. I already regret this.. what would Quackity think? What would he d-! Your thoughts were immediately -- and rudely -- interrupted by Wilbur picking you up over his shoulder and starting a run for the door. You cover your mouth to not make any sounds to alert anyone, but by the time Wilbur put you down, you two were already ways away from the Casino, and about to reek havoc on whoever got in your way.
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A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Revivebur x Reader
Fanfiction"Y/N. Throw it." You hear a voice behind you, pressuring you to throw the lit torch. "I.. I don't want to." "Y/N.. You're sweet, but that wont cut it if you're going to run with me." You feel him take the torch and throw it at the house, engulfing...
