[𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂] 🎐(bottombur)

🍂 Lost temper🍂(Demon!Wil AU)

Wilbur, tuckered out as usual, is sitting down on a bench in Las Nevadas. He's too tired. He hasn't slept properly for 14 years and still can't, he almost passes out at least four times in an hour. Quackity leaves his office and exits the casino. "Ugh. He's gonna come yell at me for being here, isn't he?" Wilbur groans. "I'm just going to pass out if I keep sitting here" he awkwardly shrugs and stands up. "Oh my god, Soot. It's the tenth time today alone. I've told you too many times. There will be consequences for this soon enough, bitch." Quackity intimidates Wilbur, looking him in the eyes.
Wilbur tiredly stares back at him. "Now, are you going to leave or am I going to have to make you?" Quackity threatens, taking his axe out. Wilbur yawns."I'm not joking, I will kill you." Quackity says through gritted teeth. Wilbur yawns again. "Notice how I'm not going to leave??" Wilbur grunts with basically no energy then he rolls his eyes. "I guess I'll just hit you then." Is Quackity's only thought at the time. He puts one hand in the air, bringing it down, and hitting Wilbur in the face hard and ruthlessly. Wilbur whines and whimpers as Quackity repeats that same thing over and over again.

But once or twice he hit Wilbur in the mouth, letting him bleed from his mouth and cheek. Wilbur started to wince, whimper and whine loudly until he started screaming. Quackity repeat this over until Wilbur passes out, falling onto Quackity, soaking his shirt in blood. "I didn't hit you that hard. Fucking dramatic pussy." Quackity snarls in frustration. "I'll leave you here." Quackity laughs as he drops Wilbur forward, letting him hit his head against the bench, he bleeds more then.....

....blood soaks Wilbur's hair and runs down his head.

Plip. Plop. Drip. Twp. Toc. Plp. Doc. Tip. Plop. Plic. Flic.

Wilbur was loosing blood too quickly.

Quackity stops in his tracks like a car slamming the breaks. He looks back at Wilbur. Wilbur's hair is mostly lighter brown, so blood shows up clearly. "Shit, that's a lot of blood... should I really leave him there?" He exhales a sharp exhale and walks over to Wil. He puts his hand around Wilbur's head and feels a slit.

His head was split open.

"Oh...fuck..." Quackity presses his hand against the cut and takes Wilbur's legs with his other. He carries him to his house and puts him on the couch as he looks for bandages or something to cover his cut. At this point Wilbur was out cold. Quackity comes back 20 minutes later and wraps the bandage around Wilbur's head. Quackity realizes something. Wilbur's blood smells...inhuman but human at the same time... his blood smelled...

....semi-demonic....

**note: I'm making use of the mature setting in the next oneshot if I keep the motivation or if I make it now so uhm yeah**

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