Ashes of Lavenders//Quackbur

-3- Feathers -

Journal of thoughts

Quackity's POV

Wilbur led me into a room, a bedroom to be more specific. It had a queen sized bed in the middle of the room with a biscotti coloured blanket, neatly fixed on to the bed, and finally some white fluffy pillows. On both sides of the bed were dark oak bed side tables, and one of them had a brown journal placed on top of it.

Wilbur then placed me onto the bed and left? Who takes me to a bedroom and then just leaves me like that? I guess I'll look around. I was really curious on what was inside of that journal.

I grab the journal of the desk and open it up.

October 10,

Niki got me this new journal. She told me to "write my feelings" into it. I doubt I'll ever use this.

October 16,

Feathers doesn't show his wings anymore. I wonder why. He used to have them out all the time but now, they're always hidden. His wings were so beautiful, why did he have to hide them? Despite my hatred for him, I do admit I have a soft spot somewhere in me for him.

Who was Feathers? Is that me?! It describes me a lot... Wilbur has a soft spot apparently for me? I blush as I turn the page.

October 19,

Niki's birthday is in a few weeks. I still don't know what to get her. Maybe this journal is useful. I'll definitely have to thank her for this. Maybe I'll get her a new set of armor? Geez I don't know! I have two weeks to figure out.

October 23,

I spied on Manberg today, I saw feathers on the podium doing his daily speech. He was very pretty I must admit, but besides that. He looked kind of sad. He didn't sound as cheery as he usually sounds. What might've happened to him? I felt kind of sad myself. I don't know if I'm hallucinating but I swore I saw a bruise on his eye.

October 28,

11/16

What did that mean? November 16? Is it like a birthday? He seemed to talk about me a lot. Does he like me?

October 29,

I think I've decided what I want to do. Tommy doesn't agree with me, but Techno does. I won't be able to make it to Quackity's birthday, if my plan succeeds... I'll just have to say happy birthday early... Unless I wait until December 28- No that's too late. Also I can't do that on his birthday. I just don't know! I won't have time to tell him

He didn't finish writing... This was today. I'm assuming Wilbur was writing but then I showed up. What if I came later? What would he have written? Now I know "Feathers" is me. But why talk about me so much?

I place the journal back down on the table as I hear distant footsteps approaching. I turn to the door to see Wilbur with two wine glasses, and a bottle of cabernet sauvignon. "Once I show up the first thing you want us to do is get drunk?" I look up to him.

"No it's just to make you feel better." Wilbur shrugs as he places the glasses down and pours like a quarter into both cups. He then picks them up and hands one to me, and sits down.

"Thank you." I say. I then held out my glass. Wilbur clashed his into mine making a cling sound, then we both took a sip of the wine.

I make a disgusted face as I took the glass away from my mouth, and place the cup down on the side table, next to the journal. "Not a wine person?" Wilbur asks as he also places his cup down.

"I don't know. Wine just tastes weird at first." I shrug.

"True I guess." Wilbur says as he looks at me."Hey you don't have to answer this question but, what happened to your wings?"

I stayed silent for a moment. Then I stood up and started to take off my shirt. Once I fully took off my shirt, I tried to stretch out my wings as much as I could so Wilbur could see. It hurt a lot, due to them being hidden for weeks.

Wilbur gasped. "Quackity! What happened?!" Wilbur asked sounding worried.

"Schlatt. He told me my wings were ugly and useless because I couldn't even fly with them. He also tried to pull them off..." I turn around to face Wilbur. The bad memories began to flow into my brain.

My eye watered up. I felt so embarrassed to cry in front of Wilbur so i just held them back. Wilbur obviously noticed. He looked at me and smiled.

He opened his arms up. I immediately walk over and fall into his embrace. I sat on his lap in a W formation as I wrapped my arms around his body, and cried into his chest. He gently placed his arms around me too and comforted me; gently patting my wings too.