Scattered Feathers

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Qutackity came to with his face feeling like it was used as a drum. Damn, Wilbur could hit hard, but not as hard as Techno. He just wasn't expecting the guy to be able to over take him when he was suppose to have these extra animal attributes. It was humiliating, not only to get knocked out by Wilbur, but to fail in escaping; Again. He was well aware that there was talking around him, but wasn't in the mood for ease dropping. So you could forgive him for flinching when someone grabbed one of his wings and pulled it open, causing him to jolt up from his position on the floor, snatching his wings back. Sending a glare to the owner of the hands responsible.

Tommy, who was the one to have grabbed his wing, glared back. "What the fuck is with the wings?" He asked, loudly, looking at Quackity like he had committed a crime.

"Fuck off!" Quackity snapped, making his wings press tight to his back again.

Tommy opened his mouth ready to respond, but stopped when Wilbur and Techno came from the kitchen. "I'm just saying I don't understand why I'm getting chewed out, if you didn't want him leaving to begin with." Wilbur was saying, looking like his was pouting. The bastard.

"Wil." Techno grunted, who was walking right next to him, pointed a finger to Quackity, while his other hand turned Wilbur's head to look in that direction.

And Quackity could see the moment Wilbur's face caught on to Techno silent response. "Oh!" He exclaimed, nodding his head in understanding, like he just realized something baffling. "Okay, now I get it." He said, crossing his arms and tilting his head in thought. "You know, I didn't even notice the wings. I was too busy defending myself."

"I'm ready for round two, you cheating bastard!" Quackity snarled out, slowly getting to his feet, fists ready. Tommy who had already jumped to his own feet from his crouch, was now circling behind Quackity, or at least trying to. Quackity wasn't letting any of them behind his back.

"Hold still, you Flatty Patty, bitch boy!" Tommy scowled, when Quackity continued to move to keep the younger of the three threats in the room within his sights.

"Say that again and I'll rip out your tongue!" Quackity threatened. He hated that nickname. The only reason he didn't outright attack Tommy was because, he was sure that Techno and Wilbur would jump in.

"Tommy, quit antagonizing, you don't know if the he's rabid or not." Wilbur said, with a dark chuckle, that was shared with Techno.

Tommy who rarely listens to anyone anyway, ignored Wilbur and continued to try to get behind Quackity. "I just gotta know. Did you glue these things to your back or something? I mean like damn! How many chickens did you have to pluck?" Tommy said. More like murmuring to himself. Undeterred by Wilbur's words or Quackity's retreat.

Now while Quackity wasn't afraid of Tommy. In all honesty, he pegged Tommy the less dangerous in the room. While it was true Tommy was no stranger to battles, it was Techno and Wilbur, who were the real threats. Especially, when the two knew how to utilize the endless energy that was Tommy. His enthusiasm could border on annoying in a lot of cases. Tommy had Quackity cornered in an actual corner of the room before Phil made an appearance.

"Tommy, mate, give him some space." Phil scolded lightly, with a smile on his face. Carrying two ice packs, passing one to Wilbur, who began icing his hand, that Quackity vaguely remembered delivering an uppercut to the jaw. He was going to have to repay Wilbur for that punch at a later date

Unlike Wilbur's words, Tommy was quick to listen to Phil, who came to Quackity, holding out the second ice pack. "Here, mate. I got food cooking too. I know you must be hungry after the molt." He smiled.