random tntduo fanfiction (real) /j

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screams cries yells

i have alot written already so the first few chapters are gonna come fast im just editing typos idk

cw // smoking, swearing

word count(in terms of wattpad) ;; 644

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[ /SPECTATE WILBURSOOT ]

Wilbur was walking.. Somewhere. He didn't know where yet. He slowed down a bit to take out a cigarette, lighting it with a lighter he'd kept in his other pocket. He took a drag and puffed out smoke every once in a while, thinking about heading to Phil's house for a quick visit. It wasn't too far, but it was already night time. Obviously he'd head back to the van if Phil wasn't there or was asleep.

Not that the time mattered, though, since Wilbur'd been out at the weirdest times of day or night. Once, he went out at 1AM to play a few songs on his guitar and take a midnight stroll.
But, that's besides the point. He was going back to Las Nevadas tomorrow, during the day before the casino begins getting full just incase they go inside. And, if he'd went any further than Phil's house, he likely wasn't going to make it right on time. Why did he have to be on time? Well, what Quackity didn't know, was that while they were fighting, Wilbur had slipped a note into his pocket telling him to meet at the entrance of Las Nevadas at a certain time. He just had a feeling it'd be a good idea.

[ /TIMESKIP DAY ]

Wilbur was on his way to Las Nevadas. He made sure not to be late, and even made sure he looked good. Why was he so concerned about it, anyways? He was just going to see Quackity, nothing special. Only that it was arranged this time.

On his way there, he spotted a figure. He'd thought for a moment that it might've been Quackity, due to the height and wings. But, after a bit of observation, he realized that they were kinda just standing there. Doing nothing. At all. So, Wilbur being Wilbur, he decided to get closer.

The person looked like Quackity, for sure, but most definitely wasn't him. Their hair was the same color, jet black, just a bit shorter. Their wings seemed folded in instead of actually being small. They wore a simple blue short-sleeved shirt and red shorts, along with socks that were, weirdly enough, not dirty whatsoever. They seemed a bit braindead for just standing there staring off into space, lightheartedly, and they had some SERIOUS cake. And I mean a DUMPY, respectfully.(💀)

They turned around, looking at Wilbur. Similar facial features to Quackity. Are they related..?

"Uh.. Hey, do you.. Know Quackity by any chance?" Wilbur asked awkwardly. The person just stared. Why weren't they speaking? "Hellooo?? Answer me." Wilbur was beginning to get frustrated already. If this person is related to Quackity, he might as well take them with him.

They handed Wilbur a note, saying "Why didn't you call my name." 

"W.. What?? I don't know your name.. Who are you?" Wilbur spoke, confused.

They didn't answer, but passed him another note. "You're heading to Quackity's country."

"Uh- Yeah. Yeah, I am. How did you even.."

They didn't pass another note, but stared. Suddenly, they turned away and started walking to Las Nevadas. Wilbur followed, of course, since he was heading the same way.

When Wilbur got there, he realized the person was gone. Maybe they went into Las Nevadas..?
Anyway, they delayed him a little, but he was still somewhat early since Quackity wasn't there yet. Is he even coming..? Fuck, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, have I.

Unexpectedly, a paper airplane hit the back of Wilbur's head, making him jump. It read, "He's on his way."

He turned around. It was the same guy from before..

"How did you.." Wilbur sighed. He went back to facing Las Nevadas and waiting for Quackity. For some reason, he was now convinced Quackity was coming soon.