Tntduo Oneshots !

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⇾   Angst
⇾   Pretend when someone's revived they only have one life for me, thanks.
⇾   Sorry if this is crap by the way, I wrote it at like 2am last night when I was half-asleep and its not at all proof read (it was also originally for OCs of mine and i just made it tntduo so if there are any weird names in there ignore it please)
⇾   Next is gonna be ntadw 2 so yay for that
⇾   Word Count : 915
TW : Mention of toxic relationships (though very briefly) , mention of manipulation, su!cid3 , swearing
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     "Your an asshole, you know?" Quackity blurted out; a thought that's been stuck in his head for the past.. ever.

    "I know. I'm sorry." Wilbur mumbled, wishing he could disappear, vanish off the side of the roof they were sat on. He's not ready for this conversation. He's going to cry. Quackity can't deny he feels the same. He's stronger than that though, that's what he tells himself.

Quackity scoffed, rolling his eyes. "No you're not," he began, his voice cold and rigid. Not cold enough. "You've taken so much time from me, time that could've been used for better things, then went and fucking died. Which fucking ruined me, by the way. And then—because surprise surprise, thats not it!—you came back and decided you had to fuck up Las Nevadas, annoy the shit out of me, steal customers, and have the gut to call it 'friendly competition'. It's fucked up. A sorry doesn't do anything to fix that."

Wilbur only nodded, he knew Quackity wasn't done talking.

    "Fuck you." he continued, "You're a manipulative, messed up piece of shit."

     "I know." Wilbur croaked.

Quackitu almost laughed. "You know? Is that all you can fucking say? God, I don't know why I ever bothered. Remind me again why I agreed to this little game of yours and didn't just kill you on sight?" he glared at the taller.

     "Because—" Wilbur got very promptly interrupted.

     "Oh, thats right, because you gave me your fucking sob story, manipulation once again. God you're truly insufferable." Quackity continued.

     "I'm really sorry. I— ...listen I'm sorry. I'd go back and reverse it, I didn't mean to fuck you're life up. I hate that I fucked your life up so bad- I didn't mean to do that. I wouldn't do that to any of my friends..." his voice trailed off, and in the silence he murmured something before Quackity got the change to speak. "...Normally."

     "That's the thing though, isn't it? You're not fucking normal." Quackity spoke in a more than harsh tone. Wilbur's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm not your friend, either. You couldn't care less about me. And guess what? I don't think I'd give a single fuck if you jumped off this building right now. Because honestly, I don't care about you either."

Wilbur nodded. He got the hint. One that Quackity wasn't meaning to give; Quackity didn't want him alive. Nobody does.

     "I- I do care about you."

     "No you don't." Quackity spat.

     "I do. I— ..I really do. I lo-"

     "Don't you fucking dare." Quackity laughed out, in a more threatening tone than anything, tears threatening his eyes.

Wilbur continued nonetheless. Not like though he'll get another chance.

    "I love you, Quackity. I love you." Wilbur said, his voice more confident than it has been during the entirety of the conversation. Though his head was tilted down, looking to the city below them.

The needle was tall. They were sat at the very top; not by the balcony, the roof, where it was nowhere near safe enough to be seated on without extra precautions. They didn't really have any, though. The fall would be fatal.

    "Shut the fuck up- shut up. No you don't- don't— don't fucking lie to me. You can't keep doing this." Against his will, tears began streaming down Quackity's face.

    "I love you as much as I can, anyways." Wilbur looked up to Quackity, and suddenly he was aware that he too had tears streaming falling against his cheeks.

     "Which is.. never enough..." he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the other.

     "You're right- it's— it's never enough. Honestly, Wilbur. I don't think it will ever be." Quackity could barely see the other, his eyes glossed over with tears.

Wilbur shifted in the uncomfortable, make shift seat they'd made. Consciously, he shifting closer to the edge. Quackity couldn't see well enough to be able to tell.

    "I know." Wilbur nodded, grabbing Quackity's hand and bringing it closer to his face.

    "Don't— don't fucking touch me," Quackity laughed out, though made no attempt to pull his hand away.

    "I.. I'm sorry, Quackity. I truly am," Wilbur smiled sadly. "I hope you live a great life, live a proper one from now on. I only wish that I'd be able to meet you on the other side. In another life. We'd be friends in this life, soulmates, if I could help it."

And with a kiss to the back of Quackity's hand, and a soft, weary smile, Wilbur was gone.

Quackity looked down from the building. He wished he wanted to scream, wished he wanted to cry his eyes out, wished his last memory of Wilbur wasn't through blurry eyes. He wished Wilbur would have stayed. He wished he hadn't fallen in love with that man; whether their relationship would've been toxic or not. It's not like it'd be new to Quackity nor Wilbur. He wished that he hadn't started the conversation at all, not right now at least. He wished he hadn't given Wilbur the idea to jump, though he hadn't realized it yet. Wilbur did truly have that effect on a person.