Pray For Us - Quackcicle/TNTDuo

Chapter Five

This was indeed not good.

You see, Slime was almost like borderline insane at this point. He had turned his whole room into ideas and plans of how to kill Quackity. Honestly, Wilbur would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a bit impressed. For someone so usually bubbly, he was really good at planning some of the worst things ever. Every once in a while, Wilbur would inform Quackity of Slimes ideas while Quackity tried to find a way to stop Slime.

Wilbur and Quackity had a plan to meet on the rooftop when Slime fell asleep. Just as Wilbur was making his way to get up, someone grabbed his arm.

"Wilbur, can I speak to you real quick?"

Wilbur turned around to see Foolish raising an eyebrow at him.

"I should really get up there to Quackity."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I mean, I need to talk to you. Now."

Wilbur rolled his eyes and walked to a corner with Foolish.

"What do you want?"

"Why are you really helping? Look, Quackity might believe you, but I don't. I know you're planning to do something to Las Nevadas. And though I don't know what, I will find out. I'm not kidding when I say I've got my eye on you."

A hand was brought in front of Foolish's face.

"Good lord, do you ever stop talking? I'm not planning on anything. I don't know why you're so skeptical."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, though Foolish just scoffed.

"Oh I don't know, maybe because you have a history of horrible things, and you were in limbo for thirteen and a half years? Do you hear yourself when you talk? ANYONE would be skeptical of you. Quackity's just vulnerable right now so all his common sense has gone out the goddamn window."

"Well jeez, have you no sympathy for the man? He's lost practically everything for fucks sake. He's losing his, what, current only friend?"

Wilbur sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Let me say this Foolish, you should be fucking grateful I'm here. Without me, you guys would've been dead like yesterday. Now, if you'll excuse me,"

Wilbur pushed Foolish away from him.

"I have to go talk to Quackity. Adiós, pequeña perra!"

He walked away and climbed up towards the roof, seeing Quackity sitting towards the edge, sighing.

"Hey."

He spoke, startling the smaller man.

"Where were you?! I was terrified you were actually figuring out a way to kill me yourself!"

Quackity's eyes were filled with panic. Wilbur stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry. I ran into Foolish, but I'm here now right? Let's talk."

Wilbur sat down and patted the spot next to him, Quackity sitting down afterwards.

"So," Wilbur sighed.

"Slime, he's.... smart. I wasn't really expecting it from him, but I swear it's like every two seconds he creates a brand new way to kill you. I mean, I've seen papers. I would've thought there's no way anything you did was that bad to piss him off that much, to give him that many ideas."

Wilbur watched the wind blow on the grass below.

"Wait..what papers?"

Quackity asked, his head turning towards him.

"In his room. I noticed doodles, drawings he made. Not the best drawings, but they looked...cute? A lot of them were of you and him, almost like he looks up to you. Some were of him helping you out with Las Nevadas, and there were some words here and there about 'lessons' you teach him- or- taught him."

Wilbur chuckled a little, but his small smile turned to a frown when he saw Quackity's expression.

"Q? You okay?"

He placed a hand on Quackity's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Quackity.. uh-"

Just as Wilbur tried to continue speaking, Quackity took his hand off his shoulder and got up.

"It's getting really late. I suggest you go to bed."

"What about you?"

Wilbur had asked, but Quackity was already going back down, so he gave up. He sighed and got down soon enough, going to the room he was staying in, heading to bed.

He really had no idea what to do.