𝔗𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 [Quackbur/TNTduo]

2: 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪

ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕪 ℙ𝕆𝕍:

One week ago

I slowly open my eyes. my head is in my arms, and my office is cold. It's been cold ever since he left. Of course, it was a dream. I grab a cigarette and light it. Dream would never revive Wilbur. I thought, inhaling the addicting smoke. It filled my lungs. Why would I dream about Wilbur? He's dead. There's no changing that. I felt tears at the brink of my eyes. Of anger or something else. I grabbed a blank sheet of paper.

𝔐𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔟𝔲𝔯,

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤

ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔢.

𝔖𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔄𝔩𝔢𝔵 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔱𝔶

I lift up the phone on my desk. "Hey, Slime, I need you to deliver a message."

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I look up from my work and stretch. I've been working for a while, and I should take a break. I get up from my chair and start to walk out. A green blob catches my eyes,

"Where are you going, Quackity from Las Nevadas?" Slimecicle asks

"I'm just going on a walk, I'll be back in thirty." I reply, walking away and, waving goodbye. Once I was out of Slime's eye sight, I pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Lighting the cancer stick.

I know smoking is bad for you, but I picked up thanks to Wilbur, He would smoke in Pogtopia, and when he left, I didn't know how to deal with the loss, so I started smoking. I still miss him.

I inhale the intoxicating smoke. I miss him a lot. I miss his voice. I miss his smile. I miss his smell. I miss his hugs. I miss his jokes. I miss how he made me feel. I miss his everything. He could have just told me he was in such a bad place, he helped me with Shlatt, I wish he just told me. , I would have helped him.

I flicked the ashes of the cigarette as I walked down the street of my country. There was Club music heard faintly.

I tried love again with Sapnap and Karl, but it didn't feel the same as when I was with Wilbur. We were only together for a few weeks, but they were the best weeks of my life. I didn't feel like I had to put up a wall or ask to be included. Wilbur gave me all his attention and treated me like I was loved.
When he died, my whole world went crashing down. I don't get a chance to be soft anymore. I'm just always bloody knuckles and shards of glass. I want people to be afraid of hurting me.

I dropped the cigarette and stomped it. I was near the Las Nevadas sign now, I stopped walking and sat underneath it.
The wind wrapped me in a blanket of warmth. I closed my eyes and hummed a tune. I soon realized what tune I was humming, I'm in love with a Big Q.
I chuckled. No matter how hard I tried, I could never get him out of my head.

I stood up after a bit and dusted myself off.

"Big Q!" I turn to see an enthusiastic, blonde running toward me. He trapped me in a hug.

"Tommy!" I say, returning the kind gesture. "Whats with the sudden visit?" I ask, pulling away.

"Ah, well-"

"Q!" I voice I thought I'd never hear again spoke. I turned to where the origins came. A tall brunette with red eyes, a white streak in his hair, a brown trench coat, and a yellow turtleneck stood about six feet away from me.

"W-Wil? Your Alive?" I spoke

"Hey, Quackity, long time no see!" He said with a warm smile. Tears threatened to fall.

I was about to go hug him until I realized. He was different. He seemed different. He was the same person who destroyed L'manburg. No, not again, I won't let history repeat itself.