Quackbur Oneshotssss

Predator and Prey (2)

The council has decided...

THERE SHALL BE MORE!

CW// gore

"Here we are," Wilbur spoke softly and elegantly. He politely moved the bush's branches out of the way, looking back at Quackity with a smile. "Welcome to the Watson Mansion."
Quackity stepped closer, looking past the thick brambles to see a large, beautiful, and surprisingly well-kept mansion. His eyes widened, "Woah."
Wilbur smiled, "Beautiful, is it not?" He stepped past the bush, but kept the brambles out of the way, allowing Quackity to return to his side.
"I didn't even know they made houses this big." He blinked as he looked up at the vast building.
Wilbur chuckled, "Really, now?" He raised an eyebrow, walking next to Quackity as they approached the building.
"Yes! I mean, granted, mom has never really let Marcelo and me out of the forest, so I've only ever... seen my own house, which has been built up more over the centuries, but you know." He shrugged. "I mean, hell. You're the first person that I've talked to that isn't my family."

Wilbur hummed, "How come?"
"We're witches. Well, mom's a full witch, and Marcelo and I are witches in training. I can't really do much yet..." He shrugged, embarrassed about it.
Wilbur smiled, "Well, my brother is a witch... He practices with blood more, but he could possibly teach you some new things." He offered, 'As long as he doesn't try to kill you, right away...' He thought. "Speaking of which, you'll meet him very soon, but I think it'd be better for us to go in, find you a room to stay in, and let you get settled in."
Quackity smiled a little and nodded.
"You're comfort is of the utmost importance to me. We have many spare rooms, and you may choose whichever you like, and design it the way you like, too." Wilbur smiled, opening the doors, and holding them open for Quackity, "Now, come along. Most of the bed chambers are on a higher level." He smiled warmly.

Quackity blushed slightly at his smile but shook it off quickly. He stepped inside, looking around with curiosity, ignoring the rather loud slam of the doors closing.
Wilbur smiled at him, "Don't worry, I will give you a tour very soon. Let's find you a room first, shall we?"
Quackity smiled and nodded, "Yes, we shall..." He followed Wilbur down the hallways, continuing to look around as they passed many different types of decor and a few maids and butlers, who always greeted Wilbur politely. Quackity took it as a good sign that Wilbur would kindly greet them back.
They looked through different rooms, and eventually, Quackity made a decision. Wilbur set his bags down, Quackity thanking him, then Wilbur left him so Quackity could put his things away.

He tried to keep things as organized as possible, he'd feel bad if any maids had to come in and clean up all his messes, so he tried to keep things as organized as he could. As he was putting away his sketchbook, he flinched, breathing in through his teeth as he pulled his hand away. He cursed quietly, looking at his hand and seeing a paper cut on his finger. He huffed, "Stupid paper." He shook his hand briefly before he quietly dabbed the blood away with a tissue, which he threw away after.

In the meanwhile, Wilbur had gone to find his father, his heart felt so light, and he was excited to tell him the news. Once he found Phil, he approached him, "Father!"
Phil perked up, turning to look over at Wilbur. He raised an eyebrow, "Yes, Wilbur?"
"I found a human while I was out."
"Oookay...?" Phil blinked, confused.
"I was going to kill him, but he said something quite... interesting."
Phil's curiosity was peaked, he fully turned towards his son, "What was it?"
"He offered that if I let him love, he'd let me turn him, and we'd create a bond," Wilbur explained, he noticed Phil's shocked expression, "Just- hold on! Let me speak..." He chuckled a little, "I agreed, but I told him that I wanted to give it a test trial before I decide."