Wilbur checked the time, he’d been standing here for a while now, just staring into the fish tank in Quackity’s stupid restaurant.
“What are you doing in here, Wilbur?” Wilbur turned and gave a wide smile.
“Quackity! What a lovely surprise.”
“Shouldn’t be much of a surprise considering you’re in my fucking restaurant.”
“Oh, am I upsetting you, Quackity? I thought you said I could go wherever I wanted.”
“Just answer my goddamn question.”
“And what question was that?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was just… admiring your fish tank here.”
“Is that so?”
“It is.” Wilbur turned to look back into the water. “Salmon… Interesting choice.”
“Thank you.” Quackity came to stand next to him at the tank. “You know, I heard something about you and-”
“It’s bullshit.” Wilbur quickly interrupted.
“You didn’t even let me finish.”
“Well- I mean most of what you say is bullshit anyway, and you know what they say about rumors-”
Quackity laughed in the same annoying way he always did when he thought he had the upper hand. “All I was going to say is I heard salmon was your favorite fish.”
“Oh. Nevermind then.”
“So it’s true? Maybe I’ll add it to the menu-”
“Well it’s been lovely, but I think I’ll be going now.” Wilbur turned and started walking out.
“So soon?”
“I have better things to do than talk to you.” He had almost reached the door before Quackity spoke again.
“Hey, Wilbur?”
“What is it?”
“Are you blushing?”
“Goodbye, Quackity.”
“Didn’t know zombies could blush.”
“I’m leaving now.” Wilbur walked out, around the corner of the building, and out of sight. Then he leaned against the restaurant’s outer wall, lit a cigarette, and waited. It wasn’t long before he heard the explosion. He checked his communicator and grinned.
Quackity blew up.
<Quackity> WHAT THE FUCK
<FoolishG> L
<Ph1LzA> canon
<awesamdude> L
<WilburSoot> L
You whisper to Quackity: you should stop playing with tnt
You whisper to Quackity: leave it to the pros
Quackity whispers to you: meet me on top of my tower
Wilbur laughed and pocketed his communicator. He looked up at Quackity’s stupid tower. He could see Quackity standing at the top, arms crossed and pacing. Wilbur took a long drag of his cigarette and flicked it into the sand before heading toward the tower. He glanced up at Quackity a few times, half expecting to be shot at as he approached. Quackity didn’t shoot. He just kept pacing. As he stepped into the elevator, he started to wish he had some sort of armor on him.
At the top, he found that Quackity was still pacing. Wilbur cleared his throat, and Quackity stopped dead and spun to face him. “Did you fucking rig my restaurant?”
“I have no idea what you’re-”
“Cut the bullshit, Wilbur. I’m so sick of these fucking games.”
