The 'prince' and the duck. (Quackbur, Prince Au.)

Chapter One.

Quackity awoke, outside... in.. a forest? The young prince shivered as a huge gust of wind blew by, twirling the leaves around him.Quackity rubbed his eyes. Somehow, everything felt... larger? Tall, thick and terrifying trees hung leafless around the young prince. He stood up. And yet, everything still seemed larger as ever. Quackity's heart was beating rapidly, and he felt sick like he had just eaten a huge meal and ran fifty miles. The prince gagged, but all that came out was a soft "quack!"

This startled the poor duck. Prince Alex Quackity. A prince. THE PRINCE. Of LAS NEVADAS. WAS NOW A DUCK?

The poor prince tried to yell for help-
But sadly, all that came out were duck noises and shrill chirps.

Scared and cold, Quackity decided to immediately find somewhere to stay for the night. Perhaps a birds nest, so he could think of his next move tomorrow.

But, interrupting his thoughts, was a young blond boy, whom was maybe 7? Or 8? Whatever. He still looked huge to the Duck since he was- well, a tiny yellow fuzzy duckling.

"A DUCK!!!" The young boy shouted, frightening Quackity and making him hide behind a few dead leaves. "DUCKIE!!!" The boy screamed, scrambling to pick Quackity up. The blond boy had a thick British accent. His gold hair curled up and shone in the moonlight with the reflections of slight blue on pale yellow. (Tommy? 🤔)

"WILBY I FOUND A DUCK!!!" The boy screeched, as the loud sound of an owl hooting was heard nearby. LSome rustling in the leaves were heard along with steps from a boot. Out of the bushes came a young teen, who was about Quackity's age. Perhaps a bit older. He was a brunette. His chocolate brown hair was just as curly as the blond boy's hair. 'Wilby' looked to be about 17. Just a year older than our fellow duck.

"LOOK!!! THE DUCKIEE!!!!" The blond continued screaming and jumping like he was playing jump rope in the middle of the forest. His brunette brother shushed him and gestured him to quite down. "What about it? It's just a duck. Leave it alone, Tommy." He muttered, rolling his eyes. The boy pouted and held Quackity close. The duck's fuzzy yellow fur brushed against Tommy's cheek making the boy laugh. Quackity was super confused but tried thinking of a way to catch their attention and tell the siblings that he wasn't in fact a duck and that he was a prince.

"I WANNA KEEP IT!" Tommy shouted in delight, ignoring his brothers annoyance. "WILBUR PLEASE!" Tommy begged. Wilbur rolled his eyes. His brown eyes shown in the moonlight. "Alright. Fine. Whatever. But if dad finds out, it's not my fault. He's going to probably kick it out."

At those words, Quackity shivered in fear. He nuzzled against Tommy's hands. This made the blond happier than ever. "Can you hold the duck while I continue finding my pen?"

Supposedly, Tommy had lost his pen in this very forest and he dragged his brother, Wilbur to find it with him.

"Sure." Wilbur grumbled, holding out his hands as Tommy carefully placed the duck in Wilbur's palms. "I'll be nearby!!!" Tommy laughed and skipped away.
"Tommy, make sure you stay in sight." Wilbur mumbled as Tommy nodded, already disappearing behind some bushes.

Wilbur then turned to look at the duck. It's golden fuzz. It's pure and wide eyes. It actually looked kind of cute. Quackity began quacking loudly, saying something. Of course, Wilbur couldn't understand. "What the hell do you want.." The brunette snapped, annoyed. Quackity continued quacking like the duck he is and gestured for Wilbur to put him down. And so,  not wanting to hold the 'animal' any longer, he practically threw Quackity on the ground. The poor duck face planted in some leaves. He got up, chirped, shook his head, and pulled out a stick and began writing something in the mud.

Confused and slightly amazed, Wilbur turned to look at what the duckling was writing. "H...? What the?" Wilbur stuttered, extremely confused. He squinted his eyes, adjusting his rounded glasses as he tried reading what the duckling was writing.

"H.......a........t..? Hat?...No....... H......e.....i.....? No.. that can't be right.." Wilbur whispered. Quackity stamped his duck feet on the ground in frustration as Wilbur tried reading the text in the dark with little light. "He...l...p..?" Wilbur muttered out finally. "Help?" He said, alarmed. He stared at the duck, then at the text as if he was tripping balls or some crap. "What in the?"

Quackity began writing again. As far as Quackity remembered, some witch or something punished him by turning him into a fuzzy yellow duckling. A curse. And he only had three days for a true loves kiss (omg so cliché )before he turned completely- and forever- to remain a duck.

Wilbur looked at the mud with the stick writing, confused. "K....i....l...? Kill? What??"

Quackity quacked angrily once more. Wilbur rolled his eyes. "Okay. Okay. Geez."

"K...i...s..s..?" He mumbled out loud and stared at the cute little duck, who nodded. Wilbur looked so goddamn confused at the moment.

"WILBY! I FOUND IT!" Tommy called out, running towards his brother whilst waving a black pen in the air as if it were a golden toy.

"Great. Let's... head back." Wilbur muttered, picking Quackity up and shoving him headfirst into his pocket as he held Tommy's hand and walked back to their house in the middle of the woods.

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This is gonna be a pretty short story so yea
Words: 935
I wrote this in the school bathroom help