After Everything. // Quackbur/TNTDuo

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TW:
- Alcohol

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Wilbur POV:
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I walk out of the burger van and sat by a tree, thinking about life. Ranboo and the burger van have been fine, but Tommy's been getting on my nerves. Quackity my beloved rival has offered Tommy a place in Las Nevadas, while I've been trying to make my best attempts to keep him by my side.

I've just been so.. scared.. Tommy is really the only thing I have left. I have Ranboo, but he only ever comes by for work. I also have the burger van, my living space. It isn't the ideal living space either, there aren't any rooms so I just sleep on the cold floor.

I'm suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by someone walking towards me, they were extremely tall compared to me sitting.

" Excuse me Wil..? " they said quitely.

" Yeah.? "

" I think we should start closing up for the day, it's 6:43 and I don't think there'll be anymore customers coming by.. " he said, you could tell he was a bit unsure of what my answer would be.

" Hm.. I do agree we should. " I say as I slowly get up, " You can go home Ranboo, I'll take care of it. "

" A-Alright.. Are you sure there isn't anything else..? " the minor asked, stuttering a bit in the process.

" No, you're free to go. " I say, walking towards the van.

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[] Time Skip [About 8:30 P.M.] []
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I lay there on the floor, bored out of my mind. There's nothing around here to do. I would like to check Las Nevadas out, but Quackity keeps on telling he " Doesn't want Las Nevadas to suffer the same fate as L'Manburg ".

That is a fair statement. Although for me, we're 13 years passed that! I've changed! But he won't believe me, that stubborn bastard

An idea suddenly comes to mind, ' Some alcohol would be great as of right now.. '

That idea would be great, if the bar wasn't in Las Nevadas. But, I could sneak my way there. I mean, what's the harm of getting a few drinks?

I slowly get up and run my fingers through my hair. I finally get on my feet and walk to the bar.

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[] At the bar []
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I walk through the doors, look around at the bar. As much as I hate to say it, Quackity and the other staff do a good job at building, it's very nice! I walk over to the bar and sit at one of the end seats as the bartender walks over to me.

" What would you like today sir? " she asked.

" Give me the strongest drink you've got.. " I said.

As she walked away, I couldn't help but notice that there was someone else there just out of the corner of my eye. They were the only other person sitting at the bar with me, a couple seats down to my left.

They actually look a lot like Quackity, though I knew it probably wasn't. Quackity has a lot of work to do, he's also responsible and would probably know that drinking doesn't solve any problems, unlike me.

However, there was still a possibility that it in fact was Quackity and that I would be kicked to the curb, so I faced away from him the entire time.

I was handed my drink, though I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched.. I ignored this feeling however and drank my shot of alcohol.

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[] Time Skip [An hour later] []
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3rd Person POV:
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Wilbur had been in the bar for about an hour at this point, he had taken countless shots and had no control over his body anymore.

Wilbur took out his wallet, and payed for all of the alcohol. He then turned around and left through the glass doors.

You would think he'd go home at this point, well.. That wasn't exactly the case. He didn't feel tired at all, as well as wanting to do something fun and new. So, him being in a very drunken state, roamed aimlessly around Las Nevadas.

He passed structures admiring their design and architecture, ' Damn, who knew Quackity could have built such a nice place? ' he thought.

He continued walking, passing the casino. He then suddenly stopped. That feeling came back, the feeling he was being watched. He shrugged it off and continued walking.

" WILBUR! " someone yelled in the distance, this stopped Wilbur's pondering.

" WILBUR FUCKING SOOT, GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW. " he heard the same voice, this time closer.

He turned around, only to see his son standing there in full netherite armor. Wilbur puts his hands up in the air, as if to surrender himself.

He watched as Fundy grew closer and closer, " WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!? " Fundy yelled, making Wilbur flinch.

" I-.. I was admirin- "

" Likely story. You're coming with me. " Fundy said in a stern voice, holding a netherite axe right in front of Wilbur's face.

"Okay..! I will.. " he mumbled loud enough for Fundy to hear, Wilbur really did not want trouble tonight.

Fundy brought him to a hotel somewhere in Las Nevadas, and brought Wilbur to the shittiest room he could find.

Fundy pushed Wilbur into the room, " You better be at Quackity's office by 8:00 A.M., sharp. "

Wilbur hummed and closed the door as Fundy left, he looked around a bit. It definitely wasn't the nicest room, but it wasn't the worst. Wilbur made his way to the bedroom, he threw himself into the bed.

' Fuck... I have to see Quackity tomorrow.. ' He thought.

He let go of any possible thoughts in his head and fell asleep, actually kind of scared of Quackity. Quackity had always threatened Wilbur and told him what would happen if he came into the country, but Wilbur could never tell if they were empty threats, or real...

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[] A/N []

Second chapter done! I was planning on making this chapter entirely in Wilbur's POV, but halfway through the bar section I started using 3rd person-
If anything in that section is 3rd person instead of first, please let me know :]

Total Word Count: 1017