Lost

Reunited

Wilbur's POV

It's been a few days since he moved in with Skeppy, and he's refrained from telling Skeppy that he may have killed the boyfriend he was telling Wilbur about.
Anyway, he's not gonna tell him about it and everything will be fine.
Footsteps alert him to people outside the house, so he peeks out the window to have a closer look.

It's two of those pesky vampire hunters and another person he can't see, and one of the hunters- the brown haired one- is saying to the out-of-view person, "Well, here it is. Good luck, I guess."
Wilbur darts back from the window when the other hunter looks his way, and he composes himself and prepares to open the door.
Honestly, he's expecting a hunter, armed with weapons and whatnot, ready to harm him or Skeppy, so he mentally prepares himself for that.
As expected, there's a knock at the door, so he slowly opens it.
Wilbur's heart leaps.

It's Quackity.

"Quackity!" he exclaims. "Wh- aren't you dead? What happened? Oh my God!"
With no hesitation, Wilbur pulls him into a hug and peppers little light kisses around his collarbone.
"Oh my God, I got so sad about you, but you're back! Did you just- I don't know- pass out, not die, I don't know-"
Quackity's looking at him like he's a complete stranger, and Wilbur's face falls.
"Are you Wilbur Soot?" he asks, pulling out of the hug and looking up at Wilbur.
"Wh- Alex! You know me! Of course I am, why'd you have to ask?" Wilbur says. His voice is definitely shaky at this point.
"I- I don't know you? I woke up in this grave and I couldn't remember anything and I had to dig my way out, and then I found a letter. I came to you because, well, you were in the letter, so I thought you could help me out with my memory. That's all," Quackity says awkwardly.

If it wasn't sad already, Wilbur's face falls even more, and he looks on the verge of tears at this point. None come, though.

"You... can't remember me?" Wilbur says in a voice so low it more closely resembles a hoarse whisper.

The pain and hurt in those four words almost break Quackity's heart for this man who, to him, is a complete stranger.
An acquaintance, at best.
"No. I'm sorry," Quackity says. "I can get to know you, though?"
"But- after all we've been through, you really don't remember a single thing about me?" Wilbur asks him desperately.
"No."
"I- I mean, we had sex! We kissed, like, so many times, and we fought my pyscho dad together and I also did some kinda shitty stuff to you too, but that was because I didn't know how to communicate my feelings-"
He's interrupted by Quackity softly placing a finger on his lips.
"From what you're saying, we probably went through a lot, and ya know what? We can go through more, alright?"
Wilbur weakly smiles. "Alright."

"Also, did you say we had sex?" Quackity asks, recalling what Wilbur had just said.
"Uhm. Maybe," he replies awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Is it me, or has it got hot in here?"
Quackity frowns. "We were that close?"
"D'you wanna hear most of the story, then?" Wilbur asks, chuckling.
"I haven't got anything else to do, why not?"
"Alright, this is gonna be long, though."

Wilbur smiles and begins.
"Right, so we met in this forest, yeah? You were a vampire hunter then, and we fought and stuff, then I took your axe. We kinda left it at a draw, but then you wanted your axe back, so you went into my house but I caught you, then I got you to give me the directions to the vampire hunter's base, and-"
He suddenly cuts himself off, and makes a small choked sound in his throat, frowning.
"What? What happened then?" Quackity asks concernedly.

"I-"
Wilbur pauses and continues in a voice so quiet it more closely resembles a whisper.
"You- you had two fiancés. Karl and Sapnap. And- and I... I killed them."
"You... killed them?"
"I didn't know they were your fiancés back then, and we were enemies at that time, but God- I feel so bad-"
"Wait."
"Yeah?"
"I think I remember them."
Wilbur's taken aback. "You remember... Karl and Sapnap?"
"Yeah." He holds up a palm as to say shh."Vaguely."