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The Universe Hands Q A Loaded Gun And His Name Is Wilbur Minecraft

AU: Mafia
Warnings: Violence, swearing, smoking, emotional manipulation, arson, kidnapping, etc. It's a mafia AU. Just assume most of the things you would under that context and if you get uncomfortable, stop reading. 
Description:
When Quackity was informed that a potential member of The Syndicate was captured on Nevadas territory, he had to check it out himself.
He was expecting someone cold and tight lipped.
What he got was a royally pissed off wildfire that had a lot to say about the rival gang.
Oh yeah, and the guy was apparently Wilbur Minecraft, eldest son of The Syndicate's boss Philza Minecraft.

Was it Quackity's birthday or something?

Author's Notes: This was actually the first oneshot I've ever written. I'm used to writing full length fics, so this was one of the first ones that wasn't a full blown fic. I got this idea after listening to Derivakat's 'Syndicate' for the first time. 

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Wilbur was pissed.

Obviously he was pissed, his entire birthright was just taken from him!

So if he decided to relax by doing a little bit of arson, then that was his business. At least he was doing it on enemy territory and not in The Syndicate's territory.

Wilbur stood right outside the border of Las Nevadas, a district in the city that was home to the Nevadas Gang. He shouldn't be here, obviously, it was enemy territory and if Phil found out he was here without being told he was as good as dead.

But what did he have to lose at this point?

"Oh look," he muttered, stepping out with a single leg to lightly touch the other side of the border. "I'm touching Nevadas territory! I'm so scared."

Excuse him for being petty and ticked off.

He took a quick step over the border, standing firmly in enemy territory, "Oh look! I'm on your side of the border! Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Wilbur laughed, backing up to The Syndicate's side of the border, "Can't touch me now, can you?"

He shook his head, crossing back into Nevadas territory and walking further in. Let it be known that he never claimed to make smart decisions, but he came here with the intention of setting something on fire.

The Las Nevadas District was a part of the city known for its nightlife, casinos and clubs on every street corner. The district was alive with lights and music. Under normal circumstances, Wilbur would probably love it here. But right now? Right now he wanted to see something burn.

He didn't try to hide his presence in the district at all, walking down the sidewalk with confidence. His trench coat flaring out behind him as he moved. Maybe, it would be smarter to at least try to be stealthy. Just maybe, he shouldn't be walking out in the open in enemy lines. But he really couldn't bring himself to care. If the Nevadas Gang had a problem with him, they could come and get him.

After finding a suitable building that looked like it'd catch easy, he cracked his knuckles. This would be fun.

As he was reaching for his flames, he heard something shift behind him. Something heavy struck him in the back of the head, and he fell to the ground.

Wilbur's world went black.

~Time Skip~

When the arsonist came back to himself, he knew to stay still. As much as he wanted to move because he was tied to a chair and the position was very uncomfortable for his neck, he knew it was best to gather information before he made his move.

He couldn't see, so they blindfolded him. His hands were tied behind his back and to the chair he was sat on.

With a rope of all things.