CW
Cursing
Mention of Suicide
Things without context-
Wilbur realizing he was/is a horrible person :D
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// Third Person POV //
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Wilbur walked into the house bending down, and staring at the wooden floors then at the walls,
it was nothing like the casinos or hotels...
More of something you'd think to find in Kinoko Kingdom.
"You like?"
Quackity stood beside him with his hands behind his back, smiling like an idiot.
"Yeah, it's nice.."
"You okay? You seem upset."
Quackity put a hand on Wils shoulder and rubbed it.
"Yeah, I'm fine just... homesick?"
"Hm, would (69) you like me to show you to your room?"
Wilbur took a breath and then looked down at Quackity,
"Yeah, thanks that would mean a lot."
"Well damn... what trauma did you crawl out of,"
The shorter laughed and walked over to a door with a couple of furnaces and a crafting table next to it.
"You have no idea..."
He followed behind and bent down as he went through the door and walked down the spiral stairs.
"Have you ever hit your head?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, you're tall so-
you must hit your head a lot"
He chuckled a little and so did Wilbur.
"How did you know-"
Quackity was smiling as he made it to the basement.
"Oh- now this is what I'm used to,"
The basement was modern, much more modern than the cottage it was under.
It had polished diorite floors with what looked like white concert walls.
"It's nice right, it's definitely my favorite part of the house."
"I see why... damn-"
The duck hybrid laughed and grabbed onto Wilbur's hand dragging him into a room, it was a small room but it was lovely to Wilbur, like a 5-star hotel.
It had a singular bed in the corner with a chest next to it and a small couch,
"Wow, this is nice... why do you have this though?" (269)
"Oh, Tubbo used to stay in here before he and Ranboo started building a new house."
Wilbur nodded his head and looked over at Quackity who was already staring at him.
They held eye contact for a few seconds before Wilbur trapped him in a hug.
"Oh- I guess we're doing this?"
Quackity hugged him back confused (Dead Girl Walking is playing right :] )
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// Wilbur POV //
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Quackity left me to my own devices, I didn't know what to do so I just sat on the bed holding my knees to my chest.
It was weird, I mean sure last time Quackity and I talked (369) it wasn't the best... and he was upset but, he said he wouldn't forget me.
He said I'd always be in the back of his mind, whether that was meant to be positive or negative I would still be in his thoughts...
Furthermore, Tommy nor Tubbo remembered me.
I thought I was a big influence on them, whether that was again a negative one or a positive one...
Wow...
I was a horrible person...
Am?
Am I still a horrible person?
Shit.
(deia vu is playing and I think it's oddly perfect?)
Well...
They don't know that.
So... I haven't...
Who the fuck am I kidding.
I fucked up so bad they forgot about my existence.
Fundy I would understand... almost expect him to actually.
Tommy... yeah I get it.. I traumatized the kid and had him believe I was going to kill myself, even if that wasn't my intent that's what happened-
Tubbo, sad but again I'd understand, it's technically my fault he became president... and still, somewhat my fault for him dying.
but...
Quackity... he'd never forgotten about me before, even after I died and broke his heart...
He didn't even really prefer the ghost over me, unlike everyone else.
Why would that have changed?
"Maybe... I could make it up to them?"
My apologies didn't really work last time but...
I could be better, right? (All Too Well is playing :])
Yeah...
I'll be better.
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-Word Count: 591-
Wilbur on his nice arc :]
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