Quackbur Oneshots :D

Bad Dream

     Wilbur POV-------Angst/Fluff
CW/TW: Panic attack

     Cold.
     So very cold.
     A train horn blarred in the distance.
     'Wait'
     'Oh XD'
     'No no no no no'
     'I can't be back'

     I quickly glanced around the empty, run down train station looking for anybody.

     The train horn blares closer.

     "No no no."

     I feel the rumbling in the ground.
     "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!"
     "Not again! Shit!"

     I run to the side of a bench covered in cigarettes and ashes. My hands slam over my ears as I curl into a ball with my back against the bricked wall behind me and the side of the bench pressing against my side.

     "You fucking idiot! You brought this upon yourself! If you hadn't blown up that fucking country, you wouldn't be here!"

     "Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" I screamed back at the voice.

     The shaking of the ground beneath me only got worse.

     "You deserve this Wilbur! You've hurt everybody around you! You abandoned your son! You made your own father kill you! And you emotionally manipulated your brother! You are a horrible fucking person and you know it!"

     I felt tears form in my eyes as my breathing became sharp and fast.

     The train grew ever louder. Even with my hands pressed roughly against my ears, the horn still blared unberibly loud, almost as if it were inside my head.

     The voice started to chant my name in distain as the train barreled closer.

     "WILBUR" as Tommy
     "WILBUR" as Fundy.
     "WILBUR" as Phil.
     "WILBUR" as Nikki.
     "WILBUR" as Quackity.

     "STOP! PLEASE JUST STOP!" I sobbed.
      I curled deeper into myself desperately trying to stop the voices from getting any louder.

      The light from the train cars flashed by as I lifted my head. Everything was so loud. So loud. The voices kept screaming louder and louder, the lights getting brighter and brighter.

      "Fuck... Just make it stop please..."

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     "Wilbur! Love, wake up! You're dreaming! Come on!"

     I felt a pair of hands shake my arm as I jolted upright. I gasped for breath, quickly glancing around the room.

     "Wil, Wil, hun. Its okay. You're safe. You're with me, Quackity," Alex spoke, gently putting a hand on my face to get me to look at him.

     "I-" my voice broke as I gasped. Hot tears spilled out of my eyes as I looked down at the blanket beneath me. Quackity had turned on one of the lamps near the bed, casting a yellow hue over the blue sheets.

     "Hey, its okay. You'll be alright."

     A pair of arms wrapped around me as I shook. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to pull back from the hug. The arms let go of me, allowing me to curl into myself. I rested my head on my knees, focusing on my breathing. My eyes opened slowly and looked away from the man next to me. I know he wants to help, but its just not working for me right now.

     Alex carefully put one of his hands atop mine, rubbing his thumb over my fingers. My breathing started even out.

     Inhale 1.2.3.4
     Hold 1.2.3.4.5
     Exhale 1.2.3

     He continued to hold my hand as my breathing returned to a semi-normal state, a few hiccups here and there.

     "Wil?" He spoke carefully, as if a single word would cause me to shatter again.

     I sniffled out a hum of question to Alex.

     "Are you alright, bud?"

     I blinked away a few tears as my breathing stuttered again. I glanced at where he was, not looking him in the eyes, before leaning onto him, letting him wrap his arms around me. Alex rubbed circles onto my upper arm as I sniffled.

     "Was that a bad one?" He whispered, holding me slightly tighter.

     "Mhm," I nodded.

     "Do you wanna tell me what happened, love?"

     "Loud..."

     "It was loud?"

     "Mhm..."

     "What else?"

     I sniffled,"L-Limbo."

     He hummed in disapproval.

     "I can see why you were upset."

     "Yeah...." I picked at the loose skin on my lower lip.

     Alex slid one of his hands to hold the one that was picking at my lip from behind. I buried my face into his chest.

     "Your hand is cold," he said lifting it into the light.

     "Do your fingers normally turn blue-ish?"

     "Its from L-Limbo, a side-effect."

     Alex hummed, letting the silence begin again.

     "I-I had bad thoughts in t-the dream." I said quietly.

     "Bad thoughts?"

     "Telling me how horrible of a person I am...For hurting my family."

     "What do you meant 'hurting your family'? Tommy cares a lot for you, I can say that with full truth."

     I felt tears return and my breath stagger again.

     "F-Fundy"

     "Fundy?"

     "Abandoning him..."

     "Didn't you talk to him after you came back though?"

     "I should've been better to him before though..."

     "Wil, that was the past, you're better now." He paused. "You know, his tail wags when he sees you."

     "It does?"

     "Mhm"

     I lifted my head a bit to look at Alex. He lifted his head as well to look down at me.

      "I'm not lieing Wil," he said smiling," he told me if I ever told you, that he would kill me." He rolled his eyes. I let out a small chuckle at Quackity's antics. I layed my head back onto his chest. He ran a hand through my hair smiling.

     "I love you Wilby."
     "I love you too Quacky."

     We stayed like that for a while, me laying in his arms, him either messing with my hair, rubbing my arm, or holding my hands. I could feel my eyes start to get heavy. Feeling safe in my boyfriend's arms, I let them fall, drifting into sleep. I felt him carefully reposition us to be lying on the bed. He finally tucked the softest blanket we had around us before wrapping his arms around me and gently placing a quick kiss to my forehead.

     I slightly opened my eyes for a second and cuddled into him, drifting into a deep sleep.

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