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TWS: ASSHOLE CREEPY MAN, SLIGHT MISGENDERING, BLOOD, SWEARING
1st Person Y/N
"Are you sure you want that job? Quackity's an arse." My friend, Wilbur, told me.
I just got a job as a bartender at Las Nevadas. Wilbur definitely has a grudge against Quackity of sorts. I have an ongoing bet with Tommy, Wilburs little brother, that they dated.
"Yes, Wilbur. I need the money and this is the only job that doesn't suck. Plus I get free drinks." I responded.
"You're just a broke alcoholic." Wilbur half-joked back.
"So are you now I have work. Have fun and don't die again." I said as I left to go to my new job.
~~~~~
"Hey duck man. Where's the bar I'm working at?" I said, impatient to start my new job. It was already dark out.
"It's the first one open so you should see the lights flashing." He replied. "Also I'm cutting your pay if you call me 'duck man' again." He laughed.
"Shit well thats tough I really need the money but your reaction make it hard to stop." I said. "Well I have to go my new boss is an asshole." I joked and walked off.
1st Person Quackity
God they're just so perfect. I can't wait until I can have them all to myself. For now I just have to wait.
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1st Person Y/N
It has been like three hours. My shift was near over so I could go home soon. A clearly intoxicated man started walking over to me.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked, hoping he would say yes so he would leave.
"I would like your number, hottie." He said, getting uncomfortably close to you.
"I have to decline your kind offer. Please leave now." I asked.
"Well if you don't want guys hitting on you don't dress like such a slut!" He argued.
"What the hell!? I'm wearing a fucking work uniform!" I said, slightly louder then I intended.
"Ugh yeesh don't be such a bitch." He responded and left.
~~~~~
The bar was closing so I had to make sure the drunks had people to get them home. Quackity walked in to the bar.
"So how was your first day?" He asked
"Eh. More drunks flirting with me than I would like but-" I said with him cutting me off.
"What? Who?" He asked seeming very concerned.
"Uh I-" He cut me off again.
"I knew this would happen." He said as he held my hand together.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I asked, trying to fight back.
"I'm sorry it came to this." He said as he put me in the spare closet and locked the door.
~~~~~
It must have been a few hours before Quackity came back but when he did he was holding a blood covered axe.
"There are so many people who want to hurt you."
"I just want to protect you."
(A/N)
Okay this is pretty cool right. I am in a Quackity fic arc right now. I bet afterwards it might be a schlatt fic arc or another wilbur fic arc. Anyways I want to keep the second part of haunted from you :]. Anyways have fun, don't summon a vengeful spirt, and get revenge on those who have wronged you :].
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RandomHey this is my first book. My friends say I'm good at writing so I decided to make this. I will mostly do They/Them pronouns for the reader in x Y/Ns but if I really like one I might do He/Him. I also don't just write x Y/Ns so yeah. Don't send hate...
