They had been led back into the kingdom and into the castle and into a living room on one of the top floors. They had sat there for a minute, all awkwardly trying to figure out how to start some kind of conversation. Wilbur watched Quackity as he stared at the three that sat before him, blue eyes alert and watching as the other three stared right back at him. The brunette sighed, leaning back in his seat and in the process pained three pairs of eyes on him.
“He’s like that, never can calm the fuck down for anything-” That earned him a punch to his shoulder, and he in return winced and held it. Quackity glared at him, eyes aflame and threatening to kill him and leave him in a ditch somewhere. “Fuck, can you not hit me?”
“Why the hell would I ever listen to you? If I wanna fucking punch you I’m gonna punch you, you got that?” His voice was cold and threatening, and the fact he looked actually pissed only made Wilbur smirk and his cheeks slightly dust pink.
“God, that was unsettling to watch.” Sapnap’s eyes looked from Quackity to Wilbur as he spoke. Quackity glared towards the blaze hybrid, who in defense shrunk away.
“Well, this is just weird. You two act nothing like our Quackity and Wilbur.” George eventually said, looking almost bored as he spoke. Quackity and Wilbur both looked at the mushroom man with raised brows.
“How do your Quackity and Wilbur act? I’m curious now.” Wilbur smirked, looking towards the avian who looked frozen in place as they spoke. Guess he was still in denial they were in an alternate universe.
“Well for one, neither of them look anything like you two.” Karl said, looking thoughtful as he thought. “They both talk to one another kinder, too.” Sapnap chuckled, rolling his eyes before speaking himself.
“That’s because they’re married, Karl.” That made both Wilbur and Quackity pale, looking at one another as they blinked. Finally, the raven pulled his eyes away, looking towards the wooden ground. So, these two managed to get married? It was something that he and Quackity had talked about when in Pogtopia when they thought they could make a life together, but even the thought of it seemed unrealistic now. They were too different from back then. He had betrayed Quackity and left him alone to fight off all the evil that attacked him after he died. He wished he had not yelled at his father to kill him. He wished he had stayed alive so he and Quackity could be together like the two of them were in this universe. “Are you two not married?” Sapnap asked, looking between the two before settling on Wilbur.
“No, we are not.” Karl frowned, looking towards Quackity, who was still looking towards the floor.
“Oh, I see.” Sapnap clears his throat before continuing. “Well other than that, the two run L’manburg together, and pretty much are one of the only peacekeeping kingdoms alongside ours.”
“L’manburg is standing?” Quackity whispered out. Wilbur himself was stunned, and again, the three looked concerned and confused.
“Is-”
“It’s gone. Been blown up to kingdom come too many times for it to be revived.” Wilbur spoke, eyes looking distant. L’manburg stands in this universe, and he rules it. He never thought of his country living on in other realms. But then again, he never thought of other realms in the first place.
“After dooms day, the people just entered other kingdoms. It was a lost cause, and no one would be brave enough to try and bring it back. A lot went to Snowchester afterward, some to Kinoko kingdom.” Quackity finished, letting himself fall into the couch cushions. “It’s just a memorial sight now, one that is barely visited by people. I think Tommy and Tubbo still go there, but other than that it is nothing more than a fucking hole in the ground.” All three looked petrified at their explanation.
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Fanfiction"So let me get this straight, you're from another dimension where basically everything is just a burning pile of shit with more shit dropped on top of it nonstop." Sapnap inquires, orange eyes looking from Wilbur to Quackity. The avian that sat next...