Just a Job | DISCONTINUED |

Chapter Twelve

Tw: suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt (if you call it that)

Techno walked out of his room pretty late at night and jumped when he saw Wilbur awake on the couch. Will shouldn't be awake! Granted, neither should Techno, but he had work. "Wilbur! What in Prime's sake are you doing up?"

"Shut up, this guy is so funny. I aspire to be him." Wilbur stared at the tv and let out a quiet laugh. This was his third movie, he should've gone to bed a movie ago, but here he is.

"I'm lonely. I'm lost. I mean, I'm literally lost. I've never been to this part of the airport before."

Techno sighed and shook his head. Wilbur was watching another stupid zombie movie. "You aspire to be a zombie?"

"I meant dead, but yeah! That works too." He shrugged and turned his attention back to the tv. He could honestly care less about the reason his brother was up. As long as Tom was okay, he didn't care.

"Alright," Techno decided to look past the I wanna be dead comment and sighed, "I'm going to work. It's a long trip, so I dunno when I'll be back. Don't burn the house down." He had already put his suitcase in his car, so Techno just walked out of the house without waiting for a response from his brother.

Wilbur just nodded and focused on his movie. His brother left late at night usually, so it was nothing new. This movie was pretty good though. The main character was pretty funny, for a zombie at least.

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Somehow at the end of the movie, Wilbur was still wide awake. He decided to go for a walk. There was no way that Tom would wake up in the ten minutes he was gone. Right? Yeah, yeah, it'll be fine.

He stood up and grabbed his phone, slipping his shoes on. It was early in the morning, so it wasn't like any store would be open, so he left his wallet at home and walked out the door. Although, he had to go back in because he forgot his headphones on his bed.

He grabbed them and left again, connecting them and started playing Arctic Monkeys on Spotify. It was a pretty good band. If you like that kind of stuff.

He walked down the street, just walking around aimlessly. Well, until he got a phone call. He sighed and answered the phone without glancing at the caller ID. "Hello? Wilbur speaking, what do you need?

"Hey Soot."

Wilbur stopped where he was and bit his lip. Why was Quackity calling him at one in the morning? Scratch that, why was he calling him at all? "Quackity. What do you want? I thought I made it clear that I want nothing to do with you."

"Aww, now you know that's not true sweetheart. I know that deep down, you wanted me to call you." Quackity laughed lowly on the other end and continued, "Why else would you not tell the cops what I did? Surely you have enough concrete evidence to convict me Wilbur."

"I- You kno- oh my fucking god." Wilbur shook his head, fumbling his words. "Get the fuck off your high horse Quackity. Just because I haven't sent what I have over to the chief, doesn't mean I won't."

On the other end, Quackity laughed again and sighed. He sounded... amused? "Oh, but hon if that were true, you wouldn't be having this conversation with me. Admit it, you love the thrill that comes with me."

"You- Quackity you are so goddamn full of yourself, I almost feel sorry for you. Not everyone is obsessed with you. Alex." Wilbur was done with all the games Quackity was trying to play. He had been in one too many toxic relationships to know how this would end.

"Maybe not everyone is obsessed with me, but you are." Wilbur could practically visualise Quackity's smug face. He couldn't decide if he wanted to kiss it or punch it. The fact that he even was considering the first option was... it was bad. In Wilbur's eyes at least. "I know you say you hate me for the while Mat situation, but I had my reasons for what I did."