TW
Cannibalism.
CW
Nonsense.
Idk what else actually-
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// Quackity POV //
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I mentally woke up keeping my eyes closed, I was starving.
I felt warmer than I normally did in the mornings, it was a comforting warmth that I tried to get myself closer to.
I heard a heart beating in my ear.
It made my mouth drool.
. . . .
Wait...
Who's heartbeat is it?
I opened my eye and looked up to see Wilbur staring up at the ceiling, (69)
"AH-"
I fell off of the bed and onto the floor nearly hitting my head on the dresser corner.
"SHIT-"
He sat up and looked down at me,
"Are- are you okay?"
"Yeah... s-sorry about that..."
"Huh?"
He got off the bed and stretched an arm out for me to grab.
"For uh... crying and cuddling you?"
I looked over to the bed and then back up at Wil seeing the dried blood on his sweater and his chest rising.
It's happening again.
"Oh, you're fine. I'm sorry I never got to clean your face..."
"Yeah it's... it-'s fine"
I started slurring on my words,
I took his hand and pulled myself up taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent.
"You sure?"
I nodded stepping away from him slowly.
"Are... are you sure you're okay?"
He walked closer to me sounding concerned.
"Yes. I'm... I'm fine I just... need- someon-thing to eat..."
"Oh... do you want me to get you some bread or something?"
I shook my head quickly making me feel dizzy and trip on my feet.
Fuck-
"Did you lose too much blood?"
He held my face forcing eye contact with me.
"N...no- just... g-get away."
I tried pulling his hands off of my face but they wouldn't budge, I could feel the drool leaking out of my mouth...
He just stared at me, looking me up and down.
I felt him grab my hand and drag me out of the room and upstairs.
"Wil. I think you should really-"
"I'll be fine, I know what I'm doing don't worry!"
"What?"
The fuck doe he mean he knows what he's doing?
I don't even know what I'm doing.
"Do you have... anything you'd want to eat?"
He had a tone like he knew what was going on.
Like... he knew EXACTLY what was going on-
"Uhm... in... in the f-fridge-"
He nodded and walked over to my kitchen going out of my view.
I just stood near the door wiping my mouth and swallowing all the drool and saliva I could.
"HEY MA? YOU HOME?"
I heard Tubbo outside knocking on the door.
I took a deep breath and wiped my mouth one last time answering the door.
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//Bαƈƙ αɳԃ Fσɾɠσƚƚҽɳ// (Old Version + Unfinished)
Fanfiction[ This was a oneshot idea I had that I've decided to make into a story. Mainly cause I was bored but you know :] Wilbur washed up on shore one day, passed out and his boat destroyed. A blond male walked down to the beach as he normally did after it...
