𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝟷𝟼. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎

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𝟷𝟼. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎

Once Wilbur stood with his feet stable on the ground, he started rethinking everything that just happened. Ultimatly, he decided that running away really was the only solution, considering he didn't want to go to prison. So, he silently started walking down the street to the bus stop, getting on the first bus that stopped there. Luckily for him it stopped at the train station.

Within thirty minutes he was waiting for the train to Las Nevadas, knowing an old friend that wouldn't mind taking him in for a bit would be there. After all, he had told Wilbur that he should visit sometime. Wilbur decided that 'sometime' was right now.

Unfortunately the train Wilbur was supposed to take had just left about three minutes before he had arrived, so now he had to wait a solid twenty-five minutes for the next one to show up. He spent those minutes praying to whatever god that the Watsons hadn't noticed he was gone yet.

Maybe they had, and had already called the police and were looking for him. That would be absolute shit. Wilbur would rather not be a fugitive. Well, of course, he was a fugitive but he liked to consider himself 'someone that is saving their own ass' instead. As one does.

When Wilbur thought about the idea of the police catching him, he could only think about how awkward and cringy that would be. Like, getting tackled to the ground while you're trying to squirm away like a worm. Oh, and then they'd have you pull back up like the piece of filth that you are. Nope, Wilbur was not about to be picked up like a piece of filth, absolutely not.

Luckily the train arrived before the police (if they had even been notified) and Wilbur got on without any trouble. It would only be one hour in a fairly empty train until he'd arrive in Las Nevadas. He was pretty convinced he'd be able to survive that. Although, his heart would skip a beat everytime they stopped at a new station.

Luckily for him, no police ever came into the train, so he was able to just get out at Las Nevadas' station and walk into the city. The bright lights almost blinded him, but he managed to find his way to where he was supposed to be with google maps' vague descriptions.

He ended up in front of a big building that looked more like a warehouse than an actual house someone would willingly live in. In other words, Wilbur found Quackity's house ugly as fuck. There were no details at all, it was just a concrete box with black framed windows. To be honest it looked like a place where a drug bust would happen.

But who was Wilbur to judge? He was the homeless sixteen year old who needed an old friend to help him out, and insulting this 'house' wasn't going to help with that. So, Wilbur knocked on the door as loud as he could. See, there wasn't even a doorbell, how could this be a house? Who would willingly live in such a garbage-

The door opened and Quackity was standing right in front of Wilbur, wearing pj's that could only be described as blackmail material. Pink with fucking ducks? Jeez, Quackity had really gone off the rails.