(A/N: I would like to give credits to my best friend who helped me write the dialogue in this. Also please keep in mind that these are the characters that I am shipping not the people.)
It was a nice September morning, the ground was covered in crunchy leaves, the smell of pumpkin spice filled the air and the colourful leaves were flying in the cool breeze.
It was almost noon, so classes were already starting. Wilbur had no intention of hurrying to class, he had Professor Virgil for his first lesson so he knew he wouldn't miss much if he was to be late.
Quackity was also not rushing to class, he too had Professor Virgil for his first lesson. So, he was in his usual spot of the hallway between the back door and the janitor's closet. He, of course, was selling some back-to-school 'stress-relievers'.
His business was always popular at the start of the year, not that it wasn't popular year round, but the start of the year was particularly busy. Along with exam season, September was his best-selling month.
Wilbur never knew why the area between the back door and the janitor's closet was so popular. He had never bothered to check, he was too busy studying. He was such a nerd before he died. Being surrounded by concrete, glass and metal can really change a person, it seems. Anyways, Wilbur walked over to the area and well, he didn't know what he expected, but this certainly wasn't it.
"Well, well, well- if it isn't the nerd boy, Wilbur Soot M. Ya here to try a hit?" Quackity heckled. "Quackity? Ya run a shop 'ere?" Wilbur asked. "Sure do. Been runnin' it since first year." Quackity responded, "So, ya gonna buy somethin' or did ya just come to see my handsome face?"
"First of all, your face is the ugliest face I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of faces. Second of all, if I were here for drugs, I would've just taken your dandruff." Wilbur retorted. "Wow, someone's getting cocky, did you grow some balls over the holidays or is that just the generational trauma talking? Speaking of generational trauma, how's your brother? Is he still being traumatised by the green man? Oh, how 'bout your dad? Is he still a stuck up loser who lives in the woods?" Quackity said tauntingly. Wilbur replied with a shout "YOU DO NOT GET TO TALK ABOUT MY FAMILY LIKE THAT, YOU MEXICAN DRUGGIE BASTARD."
Quackity was silent, the hall was silent as Wilbur walked away with pure glee and triumph.
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