Don't Know How to Feel.

33. Completely forgot, so let's continue to

Wilbur was torn away from his breakfast by a knock at the door. He shoved the food back in the fridge just as he pulled it out.

"What is it?" He asked as he made his way over. Lifting an eyebrow when he sees Slimecicle.

"Hello, Wilbur from L'manburg." Slimecicle looked greener than usual. "I've been sent to bring you to Quackity's office."

Wilbur's eyes widen slightly, complete confusion washing over his face. It had only been two days since their talk at the needle tower.

"What for?" All he got was a shrug, "I don't know man."

Wilbur bit his lip, considering Slime's words. With a groan he closed the door, letting the green man know he would be out shortly.

Wilbur was not sure what to expect when he reached the door, shut closed as if to intensify the anxiety growing in his stomach.

But then Quackity opened the door, making Wilbur stumble back a few steps. Quackity just stepped closer, leaning up to Wilbur whose back was now pressed against the wall and hunched over.

"Why the hell is he here?" Quackity's question came through gritted teeth. Wilbur is at a loss of what's going on, not even registering the words for a moment.

"Who the fuck are you talking about?"

Quackity gave him an irritated look, grabbing onto Wilbur's wrist and tugging him into the office.

Once Wilbur wasn't fully taken over by confusion, his eyes met with Karl, standing by the desk.

"Oh," Wilbur mumbled to himself, quickly remembering the only reason he would be needed if Karl was here. He gave a wave to Karl, "Hello."

The room felt slightly less uncomfortable when Karl waved back with a smile. But of course, Quackity was not here to watch them wave at each other.

"Can you explain this now? I have things to do afterward, like make sure neither of you stays in my office longer than you have to."

Wilbur ignored the insult, walking over to sit on the couch. But he shifted away when he remembered the last time he was on the black piece of furniture.

"Honestly," Karl began, waiting a moment for their attention. "You didn't have to drag him in here."

Quackity glanced between the two, losing his words for a second. He straightened his posture and turned to face Wilbur, not holding back the frown he wore.

"Why would you send Karl to try and convince me to-" he paused and pinched his nose bridge as if he was talking to two rebellious teens at a school. "To be with you? I don't even know."

A wave of embarrassment washed over Wilbur as he shifted in his stance. He let out a chuckle, leaning against the wall. "I didn't- not really." Of course, Quackity didn't look like he believed a second of that.

"That's the truth." Wilbur put his hands up. "Plus that was- I asked him a while ago."

"And uh, he didn't ask me to do exactly that. I wasn't coming here to tell you to get with him, just to believe that he's changed," Karl said, adding a shrug as he sat down in the chair in front of Quackity's desk.

"Why though? I didn't need to hear any of that- I'm not-"

"Quackity it was a while ago." Wilbur cut him off. "It was actually the same day when you found me at the fountain."

"Yeah, the timings kind of bad on my part," Karl admitted, glancing down at the ground before looking at the both of them. "But you should still take my word for it. He's a changed man." Quackity turned to Karl and rolled his eyes. "Why the hell did you even bother?"