Could Have Been

Chapter 3

I already had a warning in the warnings for the bio, but it's gets a bit spicy in this chapter.... have fun! Just assume from this point on any chapter could have spicy shit in it and be prepared.

Wilbur still watched his doppelganger, who had a health potion and cleaned up his bloody face from his broken nose, from where he sat at the dining table. He acted as if it were a regular occurrence for them to get into situations like those, which made both Wilbur and Quackity worried. Did the two usually fight like that where they were from? They sat at the dining room table, Quackity next to the brunette who had been silent since the broke Quackity had left earlier.

Sapnap and Karl sat across from them, with Wilbur and George on the ends. It was quiet, only scraping utensils and the occasional cough or sniffle filling the air. Wilbur finally decided to speak, looking towards, well, himself. “So, does that happen often?” The other looked up, swallowing before speaking. 

“Does what happen often?” 

“You and Quackity, you two fighting.” Wilbur brought a piece of chicken up to his mouth, eating it as he waited for the other to answer. He shrugged, sighing before speaking himself. 

“Yeah, it happened a bit back home. Usually, it’s just yelling, sometimes it can get physical but not all the time.” The doppleganger paused. “It’s been a while since it’s gotten physical like that actually.” He shrugs, taking another bit of his food. Quackity shifted in his seat. 

“The other me, you mentioned um, alot of stuff I didn’t understand. What did you mean by all that?” Now Wilbur paused, eyes turning dark before looking at the avian. 

“It’s not my place to say. It didn’t happen to me. Just know my Quackity has been through too much, things that no one should have to go through.” As vague as it was, Wilbur had a good idea of what he was trying to get at, his head turning towards his own Quackity who was frowning with brows creased with uncertainty. 

“Are you and Quackity together?” Wilbur asked, at that most of the group looked up. It seemed they knew the answer, almost looking sad for the two who didn’t know the answer. 

“No, not anymore anyways. We used to be.” A pause. “But I messed it up, and I don’t think he’d take me back if I begged on my knees.” Non doppelganger Wilbur frowned. 

“What exactly did you do?” It was Karl that asked. All waiting for the man to answer. 

“I died.” A long pause. “Well I was dead, uh, I had Philza kill me. After the revolution to free L’manburg, that is. But I left Quackity on his own to deal with everything he went through by himself, I broke promises that we had made together, and that’s not something that can easily be forgiven.” It was a long time before anyone tried to say anything, watching the other’s red eyes turn dark and sad. 

“What do you mean you died? If you died, how are you here?” George asked. The red eyes Wilbur blinked, looking towards the king. 

“Dream revived me, and I came back. I had a ghost wandering around I guess. Don’t know what happened to him. I guess Quackity liked the ghost though, he had mentioned him once or twice. Guess he acted a lot like the old me or something.” The brunette leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face. “But yeah, Dream had been thrown in prison for reasons I don’t feel like talking about, and Ghostbur ended up in there and I got revived. So here we are.” 

“Revived? I didn’t know something like that could happen.” Sapnap muttered, eyes narrowing at the other. The red-eyed Wilbur twisted his white streak of hair between his fingers before talking once again.