Could Have Been

Chapter 1

Quackity woke up slowly, his eyes blurry as he tried to force his foggy brain to function. He rubbed his scarred eye, yawning as he tried to sit up. Arms encircled his waist, forcing the president back into the bed. Brown curls entered his vision as the figure forced his head into Quackity’s neck, the avian letting out a tired sigh. Quackity often woke up like this, with Wilbur by his side after a night of activities that Quackity would rather kill himself than let anyone else know of.

Wilbur was supposed to be his enemy, the man he defeated and kept out of his glorious country. Yet, here he was, sleeping with the very same man. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it though, having someone hold him when no one else would. People were usually scared of him or didn’t care about him, so when Wilbur would Quackity would savor it and stay wrapped up in his arms as long as he could. 

He was going to allow himself to close his eyes, but something caught him off guard. He quickly sat up, ignoring the other man's protest as he shushed him. He looked around the room he was in, blinking in surprise before quickly shaking the revived man's shoulder. Wilbur grumbled, trying once again to pull the avian down towards him, but the man protested and instead began to slap the other’s shoulder. “Wilbur!” 

“What!” The man finally answered, lifting his head to reveal very tired and annoyed maroon eyes. Wilbur’s eyes used to be brown, the kind one could get lost in. But now his eyes were red, much like Technoblade’s own, and held more secrets. Even so, they still held the kindness and care that the old Wilbur had when he wants to show it. 

“We aren’t in Las Nevadas.” Quackity hissed out, quickly getting out of bed. The avian fixed his white shirt, grumbling about his headache and looking towards the brunette that was now up and fixing his own trench coat with bewildered eyes. 

“Is this?-” 

“Kinoko Kingdom? Yes.” Quackity growled out. He hated this place, hated that he was somehow here. How he got here he has no idea, as they two had fallen asleep in Las Nevadas. Wilbur stood, going to the window to look out into the kingdom. 

“Huh. It’s actually kinda beautiful.” Quackity rolled his eyes, flexing his broken wings as he tried to figure out how to get out of the kingdom unspotted. He looked back towards the brunette seeing him watching quackity with tired red eyes. Quackity sighed, walking towards the door and opening it. The avian looked both ways to see if anyone was down the hall, only to find nothing. 

“It doesn’t look like anyone is down here, so we can hopefully get the hell out of here before we’re noticed.” Wilbur silently nodded, walking closer to Quackity’s side as the avian left the room. “Once we get the hell out of here we can try and figure out how the hell we got here, but until then I think it would be best if we quietly and carefully got out of here.” With that they left the room they woke up in and made their way towards hopefully the exit. The hallways were quiet, with no one stirring and no doors opening to reveal someone that may alert the kings that they were in their kingdom. Wilbur has actually been silent for once, something that the raven was grateful for. Maybe he could sense Quackity’s discomfort and decided to not mock and try and get the two in trouble.

Quackity eventually collected enough information to understand they weren’t in a random building, but the kingdom's castle. So of course he started freaking out even more, speeding in his walking as he desperately looked for any door that looked like some sort of exit. Wilbur was right on the avian's heels, looking concerned as the other began to become more desperate with every corner they turned. Eventually, the brunette grabbed the others shoulder, forcing the smaller man into his chest as he began to try and push the other off, hissing like an angry duck. 

“Quackity!” Wilbur whisper shouted and finally, the man fell silent as he stopped trying to fight the other off. “You’re gonna get us caught, you need to calm down ok?” The man nodded, letting out a tired sigh as he fell further into the man's chest. Wilbur hugged the avian, sighing as he tried to figure out how to get out of the building. Obviously being in this kingdom was affecting Quackity in a negative way, and Wilbur hated seeing the man act like a caged bird when it wasn’t necessary. 

“Okay, yeah. I’ll calm down.” The avian whispered out, finally leaving the taller man's embrace. Soon the two began to walk again, this time quieter and more put together. Finally, the two found the exit, a huge door that led to the outside world. Ir was on the first floor and the two didn’t know at first that they were on the second floor. Quackity walked to the exit tothe huge castle the two heard footsteps behind them. Both their heads jerked towards the sound, eyes wide as Sapnap stared back at them.

He looked different though, less scarred and more kind than haunted that Quackity remembered meeting last. He wore the kingdom's colors on his bandana, slightly longer hair pulled back into a half up with a braid falling into his wild hair. He wore the same clothes, but no armor covered him like it usually would. His orange eyes also looked confused when staring at the two, a look of concern and worry lacing his face. 

“Quackity? Wilbur?” Sapnap started his way towards them, and Quackity (having a freak out) shoved the doors open and grabbed Wilbur’s hand, dragging the other behind him. “WAIT!” Like hell Quackity would be waiting for Sapnap who would probably order his execution once he got his hands on him. He wasn’t going to slow down for anything. Wilbur quickly met pace with the avian, himself heaving for breath in an attempt to not slow down, probably understanding their fate just as Quackity did if they even faltered a little.

They ran as fast as they could through the kingdom, people running to get out of their way as they ran the streets to get out of the country. They were almost to the gates when Wilbur tripped and fell. Quackity had skidded to a stop, looking behind himself towards Wilbur who was getting up, and the three figures that were chasing them. The raven-haired man hissed in annoyance before running back to the brunette, grabbing one of the man's arms and helping him to his feet. 

“WAIT, HOLD ON!” He looked up to see Karl nearing them, his expression holding nothing but worry. George was hot on his heels, with Sapnap not far behind. All three looked different than when Quackity last saw them, all looking less scarred and drained, and more caring and kind.

George still had his mushroom get up, yet looked less tired and worn down, instead, his blue eyes looked lively and a beautiful dark sapphire. His usually messy hair was still messy, yet looked more put together than looking like he just woke up. His clothes still looked the same, a huge mushroom hat covering his head, a cloak made of moss covering his body, and his blue puffy sweater and blue jeans still covering his body. Yet his personality was almost exactly what it was like at the beginning of the server.

Karl still wore his block-colored hoodies, jeans covering his legs, yet a flag of kinoko was stitched on one of the knees, his goggles he always sore nowhere to be found, and his eyes no longer looked lost and angry, yet filled with joy and lively like they did when Quackity first fell in love with him. Finally, Wilbur placed a grounding hand on his shoulder, squeezing in assurance he was still there before Quackity gained his cold and angry expression once again. 

“Please, we’re leaving. We don’t know how we got here and we’ll go if you let us. We won’t come back, I promise.” All three looked confused, looking at one another as if asking what they should do. Karl stepped forwards, a smile holding concern shining back at Quackity. 

“Well, actually. Uh, where are you going?” Karl asked. The avian blinked, looking at the other two before looking back towards Wilbur, who only shrugged not understanding what Karl meant either. Finally, the man looked towards the smaller brunette, deciding to answer his seemingly idiotic question. 

“Las Nevadas, where else?” All three were silent for a long time. 

“Where?” 

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Wilbur was asleep when his communicator started going off, the brunette groaning in irritation as he shoved his face further into the wild black hair of his husband. It was too early to start the day, at least for Wilbur that is. It was quiet for a moment, making the president believe that it was finally over. His twisted face went back to the calming one as he began to let his mind slip back into his dream, as was rudely awakened by more notifications from his com.

Quackity now was awake, tired blue eyes meeting irritated brown as he sat up. Wilbur angrily grabbed his communicator, opened up Sapnap’s messages, and quickly became confused. “What the hell?” Quackity looked at his device too, his own brows scrunching together in confusion. “I think we may want to go to Kinoko Kingdom a bit early…” Wilbur whispered, scrolling through the missed messages as he spoke. 

“Yeah… Yeah, that sounds good.”