✧𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑✧

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Quackity awoke from his sleep, yawning and rubbing his eyes. His eyes widened. He had completely forgotten that Wilbur had passed out drunk underneath him and apparently so did he.

He immediately got out of the sleeping Wilbur's arms and slapped him on the back of the head, waking him up instantly. "Agh-! The fuck was that for! " Asked Wilbur with a groan, rubbing the back of his temple with his hand.

" You needed to wake the fuck up- " Quackity was still red from the events that had happened last night. " Heh heh, are you reddd?~ " Asked Wilbur in his cocky sing-song voice. The duck huffed and covered his face with his head wings. " No- " Wilbur just chuckled. " Come on duck, don't lie to me! " Wilbur did a very fake pout, acting like a damn five year old now. " Ugh, your so pathetic- " said Quackity with an eye roll. " Just forget it ok-"

Wilbur got up from the desk and leaned against it. " Hmph-, your no fun. Why must you always be such a grouch Big Q? "
" Oh, maybe because I'm not childish and irresponsible like you. And I actually have my life put together. " Wilbur snickered. " What's so funny asshole? " asked Quackity who was fuming.

" Well, that last part Quackity...that was a bald faced lie.. " Quackity looked confused. " Well, your life is a complete fucking mess. At first you had it good. You were happy with who you were and what you did with your life. But however, it all went downhill when something actually snapped in the small brain of yours that you were being manipulated into a relationship with a man you never even loved. Everyone turned their back on you Quackity. They hated you. You then put your trust in two dweebs who eventually turned their back on you as well due to certain events that you claimed were false. Everyone you loved...disappeared within the blink of an eye right in front of you. And your way of coping was to build a country to prove yourself. Heh heh, but you can barely even run a country on your own. So it seems to me Quackity that your life is a fucking mess. You can't trust anyone anymore because of what you went through. But I know that you trust me. Haha, you could have called security any time you wanted to get rid of me Q but yet I'm still standing right here in front of you. You can't stand to see me leave you like everyone else, and I never will. I will always be here for you Qua- "

Before Wilbur could even finish, Quackity had throw his arms around Wilbur and stuffing his face into Wilbur's sweater. He was in tears. Wilbur who was not expecting this kind of reaction had relaxed. " Shh..it's ok- " Wilbur murmured as he pet the duck's head who had continued to cry in his sweater.



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