A few months had passed and still no information about the murder of Bad. The group was starting to give up hope. Wilbur would wake up mid way through the night and stumble out the front door, Quackity thought he must just be worried about Tommy. The funeral was held. It was short and sweet, filled with tears, memories, and heartbreak. Wilbur sat in the spare room with his three brothers. "Wilbur, are we staying here forever?" the small brunette said from the left side of the double bed. Wilbur rocked back and forth on his chair, he raised his eyes from "The art of war", A gift from Techno of course. "No Tubbo we won't be here forever" Ranboo frowned "Aw, but I was starting to really like it here", "Yeah" Tommy piped up from the mattress on the floor. "Well, we can't stay here forever boys" Wilbur sighed "I fear we have overstayed our welcome" Wilbur flipped the book shut and placed it on the floor next to his chair. "Nonsense" Quackity replied, striding into the room "You're always welcome here, You warm enough Tommy?" Quackity asked as he picked up a blanket from the bottom of the wardrobe in the corner of the room and threw it to Tommy. "Thanks Big Q" The blonde boy replied, hair falling into his mouth. "Come on Wilbur we better get home, it's getting dark out there" 'Home' Wilbur thought to himself as he flicked out the light and closed the door. He could get used to that.
Quackity stood at the top of the space needle, taking in the view of the country he had built. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the hair whipped his hair about. He cleared his mind and chanted three words over his head. This was his last resort. He had vowed to find who did this too bad and he had run out of ideas. 'XD, XD, XD' he called throughout his mind. The color of a lime green filled the inside of his eyelids, they fluttered open. "Quackity" a gruff voice growled. "I was wondering when you might call on me again"
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Wilbur's dirty secrets-Quackbur
Fiksi PenggemarQuackity has led a fairly quiet life for the past few months. He's been sitting in solitude, working on future plans for his country. But all of a sudden a past enemy and lover shows up at his door seeking accommodation as he plans his next move. Hi...