Quackbur Oneshotssss

I'll Make You Mine. (3)

CW// character death

It had been a month and a half since Wilbur had taken Quackity captive.
Quackity was still stuck in the chair, chained up, weak and hopeless. He was watching the trapdoor, waiting for his captor to arrive as he always did in the evening. Although Quackity didn't have a clock, let alone a window, it had become a bit easier for him to tell the time based on the noises above him, coming from the burger joint that Wilbur owned.
He was giving up. He lost count of the days, and Wilbur never told him if anyone was close to finding the truth, except for Tubbo, the day after Wilbur had taken Quackity. Or was it the day after that? He didn't know.
Quackity sighed, leaning his head back uncomfortably, shutting his eyes, and praying that he'd just die from dehydration already, but alas, Wilbur had come down the ladder. Quackity glanced over emptily, he looked up at Wilbur, his eye was dull, almost lifeless.
Wilbur smiled upon seeing his darling Quackity, "Hello, dear..."
Quackity just blinked at him slowly.
Wilbur walked over to him, "Oh, my king... don't look at me that way." He traced two fingers along his jawline, "Are you ready to eat today? I need you to eat some more, okay? I want to keep you nice and healthy..." He sat on Quackity's lap calmly.

Quackity stared at him blankly, not giving him any reaction or response.
Wilbur sighed, "I won't force you to speak with me... I don't mind." He took his gag off, "I won't force you to eat either, but at least take a few bites..." Wilbur spoke softly, setting the gag down and taking out a burger for Quackity. He held it up to Quackity after unwrapping it, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to eat some.
Quackity looked down at the burger, sighed through his nose, and turned his head away.
Wilbur's eyebrows furrowed, "Alexis... please, eat."
Quackity didn't respond.
Wilbur became more frustrated, "Alex." He spoke sternly, "I am asking you nicely. Please eat, at least one bite, baby?"
Quackity turned to look at Wilbur again, blinking. He took a deep breath, breathing it out slowly before he took a small bite, trying not to gag as he managed to swallow it down. Wilbur's cooking wasn't bad or anything, he was just extremely nauseous from being partially starved for the past month and a half.
Wilbur smiled, "There... good job, sweet boy..."

Quackity held back his gags, looking away, feeling really sick.
"Quackity, come on, hon... you gotta eat some more." Wilbur urged him, only to receive a shake of the head. "Please, darling?"
Quackity shook his head once more.
"Alex, my love, please... you need to eat."
Quackity glanced at him coldly, then he looked back at the wall.
Wilbur sighed, "Fine... at least have some water." He pulled out a water bottle, unscrewing the cap. Quackity hesitated, but he drank some, and some turned into a lot. He was so fucking thirsty, he couldn't help it.
"There, slow down now..." Wilbur smiled, chuckling a little. "Don't choke on it."
"Choke on this, asshole!" Someone's voice appeared suddenly, and they shot Wilbur in the neck with an arrow.
Quackity perked up, nearly choking on the water and he quickly turned to see who it was- "SAM!" He yelled.

Wilbur looked over, holding his neck, but he quickly began to choke on the blood.
Sam glared Wilbur down, shoving him off of Quackity, and watching him choke on his own blood. "I should have killed you when I saw you were back, you bastard. I can't believe this!" He scoffed, "You make me sick. You won't be getting a grave this time." He shot Wilbur in the eye, killing him, and taking his revived life.
Quackity flinched a bit at all the blood, normally he could take it, but considering how nauseous he was... he gulped down puke, shivering slightly.
Sam huffed, but quickly calmed back down when he turned to Quackity, "Holy fucking XD, what did he do to you, Quackity!?" He quickly pulled out a bolt cutter and carefully chopped through the chains, freeing Quackity.
Quackity cried with relief, "He- ah- Just... some cutting here and there, and a lot of unwanted kisses and nicknames, but that's... that's all he did, thankfully." He coughed a little, his voice was so scratchy from not speaking.
Sam nodded, helping Quackity stand up once all the chains were off.