Two Birds Of A Gender, a TNTDuo Story

Chapter 3: Oh Dear Lord, This Is Chaotic.

I pull out my phone, and dial the one phone number that I never thought I would call again, my biological father's. (Aka, Mr. Gold.) It rings many times before he picks up.

"What do you want?" My father asks annoyedly.

"Dad, I've been wanting to tell you something, and I've already told this to Phil." I say, trying to keep my tone as serious as possible.

"Oh, Phil." He scowls. "The soft little *INSERT A VERY OFFENSIVE NAME OF YOUR CHOOSING HERE*"

"Don't call him that!" I say in Phil's defense, anger bubbles up in my chest. Phil's always been there for me, even if he's not my real dad. And if there's one thing that I know, it's that: You don't mess with the crow father, or his children, and you would have to be daft to do so.

"Whatever, hurry up, I have things to do." He says in an irritated manner.

"Okay, Jesus christ." I say. "Dad, I'm gay." I say, holding my breath.

"You're what?!" My dad shouts angrily.

"I'm gay!" I repeat, but louder.

"Homosexuals are sick and perverted, and I will not allow my son to be one, and if you are, well then, you are no longer my son, in my eyes."

"Dad, they're not! I know a gay person named Quackity, and he's the nicest, kindest, most bloody handsome person that I've ever layed eyes upon! And then there's Ranboo! He's always helpful, he's nice, kind, and he's super protective of Tubbo, which is really sweet!" I shout, defending my friends and sexuality.

"Well then, you're exactly what I described." He says coldly. My heart breaks in two, and tears begin to form in my eyes. I want to cry, to wail, to have Quackity hold me in his gentle grasp.

"I'm hanging up, and blocking you. If you were a true, good father, you wouldn't treat me like this, and I hope that you burn in the lake of fire." I say, pressing the end call button, but by then, I'm already sobbing.

I hear a knock on my door, and I try my hardest to get back my composure. I wipe away my tears, and open the door. It's Quackity, the second he walks towards me, I collapse, Quackity catching me in his arms. He walks me over to my bed, which I sit on, Quackity in front of me.

"Wilbur, what happened? Are you okay?" He asks, bringing a hand to my cheek. It feels nice and warm against my skin.

"No.. my biological dad disowned me.. He was fucking homophobic just like everyone else.." I cry. Quackity sits in front of me, and embraces me tightly.

"I'm so sorry to hear that.." Quackity says, rubbing circles on my back. "Why would he do that?" Quackity asks sympathetically.

"I.. Quackity, I'm gay." I answer, tears running down my face and onto his nice shirt, but he doesn't mind.

"Really? But didn't you have a wife- 'Sally' was it?" Quackity asks.

"Yeah, but I didn't truly love her, and neither did she, and she was kinda mean, to be honest." I explain, still sobbing.

"Anyways.. My father- he said that gays were sinners, they were perverted, and unnatural, and weird, and.." I say, my words just turning into wails.

"Shhhh, it's gonna be alright." Quackity whispers into my ear.

I vent to Quackity, who listens to everything I say, asking questions with respect, and giving their full attention to me. I'm lucky to have him.

"I'm so sorry that that happened." Quackity says, stroking my cheek lightly with his thumb.

"Thanks, Quackity. I really appreciate it." I sniff.

"No problem, Wilbur." Quackity smiles.

"You know, I do love you." I admit. "-Platonically, of course." Lie.