Lost

Confused

Wilbur's POV

"Hey, thanks mate," Wilbur says as he places the (very small) box of his personal belongings on the bed that's been provided for him, "I really appreciate this."
"It's no problem," Skeppy says with a dismissive wave. "I was looking for a roommate anyway. The guy I was seeing died."
"Oh, you too?"
"Your brother told me about your... situation, so I figured we could get to know each other and... ya know, share in our grief or whatever they say?" Skeppy says, laughing.

Skeppy is a vampire with light brown skin and closely cropped hair, and he's a light and friendly guy. Wilbur likes him already.
"Who was yours?" Wilbur asks. "Um, if that's not too sensitive, I mean," he adds quickly.
"Don't worry, it's not too sensitive," Skeppy says with a chuckle. "He was a vampire hunter, actually. He always made me muffins, which was nice. The muffins didn't really give me any nutrition or whatever, but they tasted nice anyway."
Wilbur smiles. "Aw, that's nice. Mine was a vampire hunter as well, but I turned him and then we got together, you know? He was killed by my dad."

"Your dad?" Skeppy asks, eyes widening.
"Yeah, he didn't like Quackity cuz he killed Tommy, who was my brother."
"Fair enough."
"I mean, he was kinda insane at that point, so who can blame him?" Wilbur says, shrugging nonchalantly. "He was pretty cool, even though he was a maaajor cannibal."
"Was he?"
"Yeah, he ate his ex fiancés' hearts. All three of them."
"Geez, he had a lot of ex fiancés."
"Um... I might have killed two of them," Wilbur says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
"Respect," Skeppy says, laughing. "Good for you, man."
"Yeah. You know, if he hadn't died, I might have proposed to him," Wilbur says, lost in thought.
"You'll find someone else, I guess."
Wilbur looks at Skeppy with wide eyes.
"I don't know if I will, though..."

Quackity's POV

He racks his brain and tries to collect up all the information he can remember right now.

He knows someone's hurt him.
He knows someone loves him.
He needs to find a certain Wilbur Soot to figure out what's happened to him.
He knows he's a vampire, but he suspects he used to be a vampire hunter- so, what happened? Who turned him?

Most importantly... he can remember the route to the vampire hunter's base...

They won't want me there, though, will they? Quackity thinks to himself sadly
. I'm a vampire now. They don't want me. They'll reject me.
Still, what else does he have to go on?
Nothing. He has no house, and he doesn't know if the owners of the house he's woken up next to will come back any time soon.
So he's got no choice but to go to the hunters for help.
A dumb idea, really, a vampire willingly going to vampire hunters, but he dismisses it and starts to make his way to the only place he might have any hope in.
He grabs the letter again, just for good measure.

Quackity hesitates before taking a shaky step towards where he needs to go. And another step.
Jesus fucking Christ, man, I'm pathetic, he thinks exasperatedly to himself.
He walks for hours, still mildly unsure on whether he should actually be doing this or not, and thinks of what to say when he gets there. He'd love to give a detailed explanation, but he doesn't even know any details himself, so that won't work.
He'll just have to wing it and improvise.
Not a good idea, but what other options does he have?

He pushes past a branch blocking his view, and a building looms on the horizon. A familiar building.
God, I'm really about to do this.
He approaches the building and knocks once, twice, on the heavy wooden door.
After a minute or so, he hears light footsteps and the door is opened by a tall, thin teen with split black-and-white hair, whose expression changes from curious to scared in a matter of moments.
Quackity vaguely remembers his name is Ranboo.