Shroud

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"WILBURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR." my heart sank into my stomach at the sound of quackitys yell, he sounded scared shitless. I sprinted into his office, looking around for the danger, but there didn't seem to be anyone there, other than quackity and slime, both if who were stood on quackitys desk, clinging to each other.

"Holy shit quackity, why did you yell like that." I asked breathlessly, taking a few steps closer to them, trying to see what they were looking at.

"WILBUR STOP, IT'LL BITE YOUR ANKLES!" quackity yelled, finally looking at me. I froze, looking around for a weapon. My eyes settled on a lamp, which I grabbed, taking a few steps forwards, avoiding the space where quackity was pointing.

"What is it?" I whispered, nearly at the desk with them, my view blocked by an old armchair. I reached them, and quackity grabbed me, pulling me up onto the desk with him, before grabbing onto my waist, burying his head in my shoulder.

I looked down at where slime was pointing, and burst out laughing. I set the lamp down carefully on the desk, wrapping my arms around Q.

"I see you two haven't met yet." I laughed, as quackity looked up at me confused. "Q, this is shroud, he's tommys spider. I'm babysitting him today, whilst Tommy and Ranboo go see tubbo." Quackity let go of me, embarrassed. I planted a kiss on the top of his head, before jumping down and walking over to shroud, who chirped at me in greeting. I stroked him gently, beckoning big Q over.

He jumped down, Charlie following quickly. Charlie took one quick look at the spider then ran for the door, making me double over laughing again. I grabbed big Qs hand, pulling him to my side. Shroud chirped at him too, waving his front two legs in greeting.

"You could have warned me, asshole." He growled, still staring at shroud. I laughed in answer, offering my arm to shroud, which he happily climbed up, settling on my shoulder.

"See my love?" I brought quackitys hand up to shrouds fuzzy head, the spider leaning into the touch. "He's not that bad."

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