Nation SMP: The Smile That Never Ends

Chapter 2: This Isn't L'manburg.

Few weeks later;
"Quackity, have you noticed something with the prison." Depression asked, handing them a drink.
"No? Not at all." Quackity responded, taking the drink and sipping it.
"Well, Wilbur is gone. Do you know why?"
No. Why would I?" Quackity lied.
"Well, I know you're history between you two, so I thought, y'know."
Quackity nodded, they knew what they meant. It was late, and they were sharing drinks on one of the floors of the casino. No one ran the drinks, so they helped themselves. "I mean, why would I lie to you?" Quackity asked, slightly tilting his drink towards Depression. Depression shrugged, "I know right?" Quackity sipped their drink once more, as did Depression. "I found something the other day." Depression said, taking out another map. Quackity knew the powers that the map held when looking at it. It showed where everyone was, including Wilbur. It shown Wilbur, being outside the casino, but not directly. "You want to look for him with me?" Depression asked, finishing their drink. Quackity nodded. They were curious to what the taller was doing. Depression put their drinks on the counter, for someone else to worry about. Quackity walked ahead of Depression. Eventually, they saw a white van, with a sign that said; The Wilburger Van. Inside the van, stood Wilbur. Depression, was confused, while Quackity, was pissed. "Wilbur, What the actual-" "want a burger?" Wilbur quickly cut Quackity off. "It's free for first costumers." Wilbur added, taking out a spatula. Quackity was expecting Ranboo to be there as well, but it was just Wilbur. "Alright Wilbur, back to the prison you go." Depression said, trying to enter the van, "actually. Let him be." Quackity said, putting a shoulder on Depressions arm, "plus, knowing that he escaped, we need to make sure Zero doesn't." Depression nodded in agreement. "Speaking of which, I might as well check the prison." Depression said, walking off. That left Wilbur and Q alone together. "What's your plan, Soot. Is it power? Is it another country?" Quackity asked, walking into the van. Wilbur shook his head, "nope, just a burger van." Quackity didn't believe one bit of it. "Listen here. You're in MY country. You can't make a business here." Quackity exclaimed. "Well, I do what I please." Wilbur responded, snarky. Quackity pulled down on Wilbur's collar of his shirt, and brought him down to his height. "Don't blow up my country. Don't make a country. Don't do anything to my casino. Okay?" Quackity said. Wilbur nodded. Quackity let go of his shirt. "Remember Wilbur.. This Isn't L'manburg."
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Of course it's not L'manburg. I don't care what he says. Wilbur thought, as he watched the shorter leave. I never cared about that place. I never did. I never.. did? Wilbur felt guilt. Was L'manburg his home? It was, back then. My L'manburg. My unfinished symphony. He thought. He sat down in a corner, and took out a picture from his pocket. More than one picture. Pictures of L'manburg, everyone was happy. He brought it down, it was his fault. He destroyed it. He curled up into a ball. He tried not to cry, or fell bad about it at all, but he couldn't hold it in. He cried the rest of the day. He remembered the blood, the wars, the explosions. He stayed in that corner, leaving picture of the past around himself. The moon shined on each one of them. Memories hurt. Quackity was right, This Isn't L'manburg..