𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬 //Quackity x reader (Discontinued)

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PLEASE READ A/N BEFORE OR AFTER YOU FINISH THIS CHAPTER.

A/N
I took over a year off to cut you bitches some slack. Tell a friend to tell a friend. She backkkkk.

Also not sure some of you understand, basically y/n sent Tommy to Nikis care but instead Tommy found Wilbur along the way and is now in Wilbur's care. At this point y/n doesn't know wilbur is alive or well revived.

Also sorry for the slow updates. My interest in dream smp is like up and down. I'm not really interested in it until I have like a huge wave of interest if that makes sence. I've also turned into a mad Eshay adlay and I'm on that vape lord grind (Aussie readers rise up). Also I don't really have much motivation for this book either and as much as I wanna discontinue it, I won't lmao. Idk I feel like if I do I'll regret it or something. So I'm going to try end this is the quickest but also best way possible. Also my writing has improved so much since this and I feel like I can do much better things with my writing than some shitty poor quality Wattpad fanfiction. I've recently gotten into poetry, music and more advanced writing? But for now I'll continue my sloppy writing because Ik you guys love that shit. Let me know if in the future you wanna see some of my better writing skills on maybe new topics because idk if I'm in to writing fanfiction as much as I used to be. I had so many ideas for a fanfiction that I thought would be really good so if you want to start writing a fanfiction and don't have any good ideas let me know because I have hundreds of old ideas I thought I would one day write<3

ONE MORE THING. I've had some suggestions to make this a Quackity x reader x Wilbur story so let me know what you think. Anyway enjoy ig.

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"Wilbur?' my attention flickered to Quackity as he was cleaning off his hands. I was confused and shocked. Surely this wasn't my Wilbur.

"he gets revived and thinks he owns the whole fucking world like a-" he pauses trying to find the right word "God" he says.

"Wilbur's alive ?" My voice is hush and soft. I ponder for a moment waiting for quackitys reply. If Wilbur's alive is Tommy really safe out there? Would be truely be %100 safe in Nikis care.

The sink water stopped and quackity began to try his hands on a nearby tea towel before quickly scrunching it up and discarding it in the sink. "He's alive but age has taken a toll, he claims times works differently in this afterlife place.." he walks over to the bar and concurs a drink. The soft amber of the liquid matches his eyes and sound of the ice crackling when the liquid pours into the glass brings me deja vu from when I was a hostess.

He stirs his concoction with a tall stirring spoon and takes his glass up to his lips while taking a sip from the glass. All while I still stand in the middle of the room. I feel small and timid. Surely he can sense my anxiety. The room is lit like a black and white movie the lights are dim and his penthouse his completely empty except for slime off somewhere in the house. I pick at my thumbs looking down and this is my give away as quackity smirks almost teasing. "Of course he has is little side kick, his little helper" he begins his decent to me smirking as he prys at my anxiousness. He continues his cruelty. " So close you know, a little kid, some might mistake them for brothers of course if you didn't know them prior, what's his name again? Ah yes, Tommy!" I choke and and finally look up at him as he finally stands right in front of me. "Poor Tommy, he really looks up to Wilbur you know, Like a sort of role model. Of course Wilbur's no role model but you know that of course." Tears well up in my eyes and panic sets in the pit in my stomach grows and grows in worry.

Quackity, still smirking, drink in one hand the other comes up to tilt my chin to him so we lock eyes. "If I'm not wrong you have some sort of relationship with Tommy correct? Cousins maybe? No that not it... Siblings!" He of course knew this and was just being cruel. His rough hand still remained on my chin now dampen as I left my tears fall. " shame there's nothing you can do to save him. Such a shame that you can't walk out that door right now and protect your sweet innocent brother from the tallons of that vulture, leaching off your brother soon to suck every drop of happiness from him."

This is where I began hysterically crying nothing could stop me. Nothing could stop him. I fell to the floor and sobbed and sobbed. Quackity laughed and left to sit down on the sofa. He got what he wanted a reaction out of me. "His now and come sit with me who cares about them. You knew from day one you would never see your brother again so who cares what happens" he wines sick of my behaviour. He soon realised I wouldn't stop and gave up. He put on one of his jazz records to drown out my sobs.

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