Through the window. ~ A Quackbur Story

Chapter.1

As Wilbur stood in his isolated shower he looked down. Blood? He didn't feel and cut and noticed his nose was bleeding. It was all over his hands. As he looked down his hands and arms were a tinted gray and the red blood was blue. He fell back and hit his head shouting in pain.
"What the fuck." He said standing and feeling no blood.
He got out and got changed. See he hadn't had a haircut in some time and struggled with "Visions" like in the shower. So he went to the one place we're he could relax. The *official* Las Nevadas Hair Salon. His son, Fundy, Worked there and did his hair for free.

"Fundy?"
"Dad, come in."
"Is no one here?"
"I'm on break so the salon is temporarily closed."
"Great."  Wilbur sat in the chair and removed his coat. He wore different clothing when coming to the salon accompanied with Shades and a mask. This somewhat hid his half rotting/burnt face. He had shoulder length hair which he wore in a bun under his beanie.
"Just a usual right?"
"Mhm."
Just as Fundy started the Ding of the door went.
"Sorry we're closed till 1!"
"Uh huh."
"Ah, Quackity! This is my private appointment, meet Mr.Note, He's mute."
Wilbur, or rather, Mr.Note, Waved his hand as fundy washed the shampoo out. White strands of hair glistening in the light.
"Isn't it cool Quackity he has the same hair condition as me!"
"Very Cool Fundy. You're doing great." He flashed a smile and began to snoop.
"Why is soots jacket here?"
"Oh He stopped by to say Hi earlier, He must've forgot it. I'll bring it over after my shift."
Wilbur was now getting his hair blow dried and too Fundys amusement it went curly.
He let out a few small giggle as Wilbur had to remain silent but smiled, his son was happy.
He put it in a bun and left a fake £20 at the counter. He then left and went round the back where he put on his beanie and swapped his jumper to his classic blood stained yellow jumper and strutted back in. No maks or glasses.
"Fundy my boy how are you?"
"Hey dad."
"I forgot my jacket here have you still got it?"
"Yeah it should be in the back. I can grab-"
"No need i'll get it. It's 1 so rush hour starts soon."
"Right."
Quackity was looking through Wilburs jacket pockets unaware wilbur was behind him.
"Looking for something?"
"..No. Are you?"
"Yeah my jacket, Hand it over jackass."
"Ok." Quackity recognised the shampoo smell that radiated off of Wilbur.
"Have you been coming here?"
"Oh yeahhhh i steal your shampoo."
"Prick."
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Wilbur enjoyed having another persona and wanted to spend a night in Las Nevadas, Rivalry free and just enjoying himself. His alter ego, Xylo Note, In which he found hilarious. Was a rich business man who had one son, he was also single.
He continued to wear shades and a mask but began to "Dress up" more.
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"Tommy i'm away to LN."
"Why are you dressed like that?"
"It's my alter ego. Be quiet though."
"Ok"
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Wilbur had been partying in the Las Nevadas strip bar for quite some time when he was tapped on the shoulder.
"Hey you're Fundys private client right?"
He nodded.
"Cool, I'm Quackity. I'm the founder of Las Nevadas, want me to get you a drink?"
He nodded again and Quackity dragged him to the bar.
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After two beers the two became more comfortable, Wilbur still hadn't spoken.
"Hey, Xy? Do you wanna go up to my apartment?"
This took wilbur by surprise but he nodded, he wrote on a napkin.
'one rule, if i do come up with you. Lights go off. You can't se met face, Not yet.'
"Sure."
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They went up and the lights remained off, Quackity asked for permission to kiss him. He accepted and the twos night began. Despite remaining quite Wilbur did a lot in the bedroom and even gave Q a BJ. He left a note in the morning explaining how if this were to be regular he could not stay the full night unless he put his mask, to which he would struggle to breathe in. He signed- XN<3
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That day Wilbur began his antics to annoy Quackity but struggled seeing him as his rival now. To his shock he found Q's phone number on his phone and decided to message.
'Hey, When did we exchange nunbers?'
'Oh Hey Xy! I think last night?'
Ok so this was 'Xy's' number
'Ah ok!'
Should i send him a pic? Just the chest? No my scar umm, Dick?
'Hey Quackity?'
'Yeah Xy?'
'You wanna pic? 😏'
'NDNDJDJDNWNDKDJ'
'..Yes or no?'
'Yes.'
*Attachment sent*
'HOLY SHIT'
Wilbur was already half changed and headed toward Quackitys house, He needed to see him. He needed him. He can't know.

Quackity was turned on and began to masturbate, This made Wilbur turned on. His trousers felt tight and he removed them and began to masturbate too, he was watching Q, through his window. He eventually came and ran back to his humble abode. He was so proud of himself. A stalker by day, His fuck budy by night.
But, for now, the true him could only watch through the window.
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YOOOOO WE DOWN FOR THE NEW STORY?