(sorry for not posting in a while I've been wanting to get a chapter out but couldn't because of mental health reasons. I hope you guys would understand. I've recently been struggling with motivation and even just getting out of bed recently. My birthday is also coming up so for a present from you all, is to give me a break/hj
Anyways.. enjoy your chapter assholes )
Quackity the next morning, after the whole fiasco last night, went to take out the trash. He pulled the trash over his shoulder putting it into the trash then looking over at the wall which had been cracked.
He looked puzzled, who the hell can seriously punch that-
That's when the thought came to his head
Wilbur
He smirked, followed by a snickering laugh "what a loser.." he walked along back to the casino untill he saw a tall figure standing in front of the door, in his way
He looked up to the taller and sighed "God damn it, Wilbur"
A sinister laugh came from the taller "so, I'm a loser now?" He looked down to the man who was puzzled on how he would have heard that from where he was.
"Well.. yeah- you are a fuckin loser, Wil-" he pushed the taller out of his way as he budged though the door. Wilbur followed along
"Can you just leave me alone, Will." His hands were reached into his jean pockets as he walked
"Nope- not possible-" he smiled as Quackity kept walking towards the chairs now
Quackity simply turned around, as Wilbur, confused looked to the smaller.
The smaller pulled out a knife, taking Wilbur by the collar of his shirt and putting it to his neck, as the taller backed into one of chairs. All wilbur could actually do was blush at this point
A knee was raised on the chair, in between the taller's legs, knife still to his neck. Quackity was leaning towards him, inches apart..
"Damn, I thought you were mad at me, didn't know you wanted to go that fast" a sinsiter giggle, tagged along with a smirk from the taller.
Quackity blushed the slightest, putting his knee in closer to the smaller, holding the knife even closer. "I'm not playing your games wilbur"
They held eye contact for a moment before quackity spoke once more "leave me alone, Wilbur. Stop coming back here."
He lifted up from his position, standing back for the taller to get up, as he stared intensely.
Wilbur stretched for a moment before winking to the smaller, turning around and waving "see ya later I sweetheart" he laughed once more.
Quackity was done with this man's bullshit, throwing the knife directly toward Wilbur's hand, which was waving, soon to be bleeding badly.
He turned his head to see the knife went directly through his hand, all that was on Wilbur's face a simple smile. He turned around a moment, and looked to the shorter with a grim smirk to his face.
"Thanks for the excuse to come back later.." he smiled and simply left the building calmly. Not even panicked there was a fucking knife in his hand
He simply went to the top of the building he was currently at, taking whatever was around which was a dirty clothe. A very dirty clothe..
He started to try and slowly pull the knife out. It hurt terrible. He then pulled the knife out as fast as he could, then screaming as loud as he could. Tears fell from his eyes as he covered the wound with this dirty clothe..
(I'm done, goodnight)
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