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stalker

highschool au! wilbur is stalking quackity, is a cannibal, leaving notes in his locker and giving him gifts. might make it 2 parts idk... (cw: blood/gore, cannibalism) got it off a random prompt gen

it was a normal day, quackity was standing in the hallway talking to george and karl, they were pretty much his only friends, beside charlie but he was out sick today. they were at their lockers, quackity put in his combo and opens it, a note falls out. strange... he thought to himself, he picked it up and inspected it. it had fancy cursive written on it. Quackity<3 was written on it, he opened it and found a letter in it, it read.. which do you prefer my love? gifts or my affection? return to locker #406 -yours truly, W, there was room at the bottom for an answer.

my affection? i dont even know this kid? he thought, he grabbed a pen and wrote wdym by ur affection?? - Q. they started walking to class and quackity stopped by the locker and dropped the note in. they continued their way to class not bothered by anyone or anything. they go to class and quackity sat at his seat. wilbur was already in there and sat behind quackity, he sat there and stared at quackity, drawing him in his sketchbook. no one really ever noticed wilbur was ever there, not even the teacher, quackity noticed him. he also had a massive crush on him, what he didn't know was that wilbur was both the one leaving notes to him and an absolute psycho, what he didn't know doesn't hurt him.

wilbur was a little to good at art and had an entire sketchbook of quackity, he practically had heart eyes and his face was really red. class was over and wilbur shut his sketchbook. he grabbed his bag and walked out. "hey!" he heard from behind.

he swung around and saw.. quackity!? why would he wanna talk to wilbur? "uhm...hey..." he was nervous and shaking. he clutched his sketchbook tight and closer to him.

"im quackity, nice to meet you!" he put his hand out. in reality he just wanted to touch wilburs hand.

"uh..im wil-..bur," he shakily put his hand out, shaking quackitys.

quackity beamed at him, the bell rang "oh..shit, gotta go. see you around wil!" he started waving to him and found george and karl, "yeah, see... ya,"

once quackity was gone, he turned around and face palmed. why! why wilbur, you're so fucking awkward! he thought to himself. school was over, wilbur scoped the halls to make sure quackity wasn't there and checked his locker. he found the note and took it back. he walked out, opening it. he followed quackity home, being about 10 or more feet behind. when quackity got home, wilbur would go to his house, he and quackity were neighbors. wilburs room was directly across from quackitys, wilbur pulled out his camera and started to take pictures. they came out perfectly, he hung them up with all his others. wilbur was admiring the pictures.

quackity could see perfectly through the window and could see wilbur. wilburs bed was kinda infront of his window. it was pressed up against the wall and if he sat in the middle you could see him. he had his pictures across from his bed, so when he laid down he could see them. quackity enjoyed watching wilbur, sometimes he saw wilbur doing... things, but he loved that. wilbur was writing more letters. it was like this for months, writing letters back and forth. quackity hung them up on his wall and wilbur got more pictures.

late one night, wilbur brought a girl out to the deep woods, this girl happen to have a crush on quackity. he had a backpack with him, that had stuff... he had hit the girl in the head with a heavy branch that was laying on the woods floor. she was knocked out, and he took his knife, straddled her and plunged it into her chest. he cut down some more, opening her chest up. he could see everything... he saw her heart, still beating. he broke her ribs and tore it out. it was still beating in his hand, he put in a ziploc to eat later, he did the same with her fingers. he cut her up and shoved her organs and misc into a cooler, she was absolutely abliterated, he started picking her bones out, stomped on them and spread them through the woods. he dug through the organs and pulled a random one out and took a bite, blood dripped all down his chin.

quackity got really sad that night and went for a walk in the woods. he heard light laughter coming from his left and decided to check it out. he saw.... wilbur!? "what..in..the.... actual..FUCK!?" quackity stepped back.

wilbur was alarmed, "quackity, my dear, everythings fine," wilbur walked calmly over to him.

"what. are. you. doing," quackity took one more step back.

wilbur put his hand on quackitys face, leaving a print, "my love, why dont you come sit with me! we can talk it out..."

"f-fine, but if you try to pull anything, im calling the cops,"

"deal,"

they sat on a log, "would you like any?" wilbur offered.

"whats in there?" quackity leaned over to scope it out.

"organs, guts and blood," wilbur flicked back and forth between quackity and the cooler.

"what do you mean by want any?" quackity was tense now.

"to eat?" wilbur looked at him like a confused puppy.

"no thank you" quackity wasnt too fazed by it but, his face dropped. "why is it still moving?" not all the organs complete stopped moving yet.

"i just killed her?" wilbur was open with quackity, unfiltered.

"oh," he picked up something small. "thats disgusting,"

"its not that bad.." wilbur had eaten alot of her already.."wanna head back to my place before it goes bad?" wilbur look at the cooler and then looked at quackity. "dont try to kill me," quackity squinted at him, "oh! heavens no, i would never kill you my love!" wilbur was quite taken back that quackity would think that.

wilbur showed him the way to his car and put the cooler in the back. he got in and so did quackity. "are... you the one leaving notes in my locker,"

wilbur nodded and started driving towards his house. when they got there he got the cooler and opened the door. "you can go up to my room, im gonna put this in my deep freeze," wilbur smiled innocently at quackity. "okay," quackity started walking up the stairs towards wilburs room.

he opened the door and walked in. his jaw dropped, there were pictures if him all over one wall, the wall across from the bed. he noticed that one of wilburs drawers was open, he walked towards it and opened it. there was tissues, lube and more pictures of quackity, but these were ones were more explicit than the others. he heard wilburs foot steps and closed the drawer back to how it was before. wilbur came up there and hugged quackity. quackity hugged him back, he loved wilbur, really no matter what. he buried his face into wilburs chest. "i love you," quackity sounded muffled.

"i love you too, ducky," wilbur kissed the top of quackitys forehead.

"does this mean we're dating?" quackity spoke as they swayed back and forth. "only if you wanna,"

"then yeah, you're mine now," quackity hugged him tighter.

wilburs face turned red, he continued to play with quackitys hair. they stood there and wilbur was giving quackity all of his attention.