Wilbur's POV
After that incident, me and Quackity went back to Pogtopia. I reckon he was still quite shocked about the Schlatt thing because Quackity was clinging onto my arm the whole time.
Once we were in our room Quackity sat down on the bed looking a bit off. I shut the door and sat down next to him. "What's wrong feathers?" I ask placing my hand on his.
He blushed. "Wilbur, I'm scared. What if Schlatt comes back for revenge!" Quackity said worryingly.
I moved my hands up onto his shoulders. "I'm not gonna let him do anything to you if he comes back. I will protect you Quackity.
Quackity smiled at me. "Thank you so much Wilbur." He then hugged me tightly.
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Quackity was now asleep and I took my journal I started writing.
November 10 (2nd entry)
That son of a bitch Schlatt ruined our perfect date. Me and Quackity were having the best date ever! Until that goat stepped in and fucking ruined everything. He told Quackity he was scared of me. That's not true though right? Why am I even believing that fucker? He's just manipulating, and it's working. I'm proud of feathers for standing up for himself, it was quite hot. But that bitch decided to slap my love. I wasn't going to have that shit today. I'm getting closer and closer to going with the plan. I mean it's in a few days, I could do it.
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Ashes of Lavenders//Quackbur
FanfictionQuackity had no where to go. He hated Schlatt with a burning passion. Schlatt had used him. Quackity didn't want to work with him anymore. He didn't care if he was vice president or not, he just wanted to get away from that man. One night, Quackity...
