Perfect Screw Ups | Quackbur

Chapter Eleven

TW/CW: suggested su!c!dal thoughts, swearing

For the most part, enjoy this filler fluff chp

Sometimes when I was alone, I'd think back to how Quackity had wept in my arms. I thought about how maybe there was something I was missing. .

I knew that Quackity was unhappy. He was mourning, naturally. But what if the wounds cut deeper than just that? What if. .he was like me?

Bloodied and scarred, worn from treading the face of this ragged earth.

Somehow this made me feel worse. I did not want him to be like me, or anyone for that matter. I wanted to be alone, bearing the weight so that no one else would have to. But also I did yearn for someone that could lift even just a little off my back. .

I downed the remaining water in my glass before setting it down in the sink. I ran my hand through my hair and hunched over the sink with a sigh.

"Wilbur!"

I turned around with a jolt.

"I'm back from my trip. Bring my bags in from the car when you're finished mopin' around my kitchen!"

I pursed my lips, nodding. I forgot my mother would be coming back today. She had gone on a vacation to Vegas for a few weeks with my dad.

I kinda liked the empty house. I would miss it.

I walked out of the house, hoisting the bags over my shoulder.

"Will!"

"Agh!" I jumped and nearly dropped all the bags, but swiftly caught them and turned my head to face the perpetrator that nearly killed me.

He gave me a shy smile, giving me a small wave as well.

I rolled my eyes and he walked over to me, taking the baggage off my shoulders and hoisting just a little of the weight over his.

I smiled gratefully.

"What're all these bags for?" he asked.

"My mom has been on a vacation for a few weeks, she returned today. Wants me to bring her bags in."

He made an 'o' shape with his mouth. Then he nudged my shoulder. "This is good news for Jack."

"Oh my god."

Quackity laughed, wheezing at his own joke, which unfortunately made me smile too.

"Whatever, you gonna help me bring 'em in or what?"

He nodded and followed me in the house.

He gently placed the bags down on the floor and then watched me place the rest of the bags beside them.

Before I could stop him, he was walking to my room.

He looked around the room before sitting down on my bed. I shut the door behind me and sat beside him.

"Nice room," he said, nodding thoughtfully before adding, "nice pair of panties too."

My eyes darted over to the lingerie on the floor, my face was on fire while Quackity laughed his ass off.

"Fuck off," I muttered, slapping his face with a pillow.

He fell back against the wall in shock, his shouts muffled by the fabric.

I laughed until I felt the pillow collide with my own face.

He gave me a daring smirk, almost challenging me to hit him back.

I gently placed the pillow down instead and watched with triumphance as his face contorted with confusion and disappointment.

Then suddenly I hit him back.