CW/TW: smoking, cursing, minor torture
"I HATE YOU!" Quackity cried, tears streaming down his face.
"Oh, is the pretty princess upset? Tough luck, sweetheart, you'll just have to deal," Wilbur said, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"I trusted you, I loved you, Wilbur," Quackity yelled, his wings tight against his back.
Wilbur laughed dryly. "That was your mistake, Q, not mine."
Quackity dropped to his knees, now sobbing. He broke his rule. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
"Now, now, don't cry. We wouldn't want to ruin your pretty wings like Techno ruined your pretty face, would we?" Wilbur asked, crouching down and tilting Q's face to look at him.
Q slowly shook his head and wiped away his tears. "No. We wouldn't..."
"Hmph. That's what I thought. I think we're going to ruin them anyway," Wilbur said, lighting his lighter and moving it dangerously close to Quackity's wings.
"No- no!! Please!" Quackity begged, fear in his eyes.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but... I'm not." Wilbur carefully lit one of Quackity's wings on fire.
Quackity cried out in pain, tears running down his face like water from a fountain. It was excruciatingly painful.
Wilbur merely watched as Quackity's wing feathers burnt to cinders and the flesh broiled and charred over. He didn't feel a thing.
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dsmp oneshots {requests open}
Fanfictiondsmp oneshots and stuff! there'll be a lot of fluff and a little angst, but no smut. i'd love requests; i needa know what people want- the artwork isnt mine main author: eli
