Drowning in bottles and sorrows {{TntDuo}}

Reasons

Quackity sighed as he looked around Las Nevadas, the sand crushing under his boots and the wind being strong enough to blow his hair out of his face. He looked to everything he had built. On his own. There was no help from Sapnap or Karl, no help from anyone. He did it. Quackity felt he had come a long way from his past, and now was his time to make up for it. He smiled slightly before shutting his eyes for a moment, the memories in his head flooding his mind and causing him a headache. He saw many things while in his mind, and the pain that came with seeing what he saw almost hurt worse than a cut from a knife. He hated the feeling of it, but it happened all the time. He was always in his mind. He had no one else to talk to besides his workers, but they all only considered him their boss.

Quackity growled as the faded memories from Sapnap and Karl hit him. He remembered their harsh words when Ksrl accused him of murdering him back in El rapids. He remembered Sapnap saying he never understood Quackity. He remembered Karl saying he didn't know who he was, besides that he had 'murdered' him. Quackity wasn't going to beat himself up. He wasn't going to let himself believe he killed Karl. Because he didn't. And he knew that. Then, a new thought came into his mind. Smile. God. He hated that he missed his smile. Now, it always felt forced. And it didn't feel like a smile, being with his golden fang. But hey, it was only half the time he thought of that.

After all of his walking around and thinking, he found himself back in one of the places he hated the most. He office. Yes, it was fancy and big, but it got so lonely in there. He sighed as he went to grab a pen before his door flew open. "Quackity from Las Nevadas!" Slime chirped. Quackity opened his mouth to correct Slime, but quickly shut it and sighed, folding his hands together and smiling. "Yes, Slime?" Quackity raised an eyebrow as the goopy guy gooped himself on in. "Fundy told me that there's a visitor at the front gate! But he didn't tell me who it was... all he said was that he had to go on his break." Slime put a finger to his totally human chin as he looked to be thinking. Odd fellow Slime was. Quackity chuckled slightly before standing up from his desk. The duck was short, shorter than Slime. Quackity went to pat Slime on the back with his signature smile, which wasn't a real one. His golden tooth shined in his smile. "Well, be a lad, and bring them on up! Must not be a resident of Las Nevadas, or they'd have their card with them!" Quackity laughed, which made Slime smile and nod. "Yes sir, Quackity from Las Nevadas!" Slime exclaimed as he ran out of the room, leaving Quackity to groan and sit back down, waiting for the visitor.

Quackity seemed to have forgotten how long it took for someone to get from the entrance gates to the needle. The ducks breathing was soft and was the only thing he heard, trying to ignore his thoughts before a visitor arrived. He was pleased to hear the knocking sound off of the hard wood door. He let out a sigh before forcing his smile back on his face. "Come in!" Quackity watched as the door opened, his wings falling to his sides once he saw who it was. He smile instantly left his face and his eyes widening. "Don't look so upset to see me." Wilbur smirked, rolling his eyes as he stepped in, the sound of his black boots hitting the wooded floors as he shut the door. He chuckled at the look on Quackitys face before the duck composed himself, his eyes narrowing. "How are you here." Wilbur shrugged before grinning widely. "I suppose I was revived. It doesn't seem you missed me much." Wilbur said, his gloved hands sliding into his pockets as he looked around. "Nice office you have, Q." Quackity shut his eyes for a moment. Q. That hurt. "Okay... Why are you here." Quackity said bluntly, his gaze never leaving Wilbur. He was watching him like a hawk. "Am I not allowed to be here?" Wilbur turned back to face Quackity, who stood up and sighed. "No." Wilbur held his hand up to his chest and scoffed. "Ouch." The tall brit chuckled, which made Quackity all the more angrier. "Why do you look so angry, Q? I thought you'd miss me." Wilbur frowned before smiling cockily. "Soot. You disappeared without a trace." Quackity said, his voice shaking a bit.

Wilbur looked taken aback before he grunted. "Don't act like that. I-" Quackity cut him off quickly. "You never bothered to explain. You just walked away!" The ducks wings flared up as his breathing became heavy. "It's not like that-" Quackity felt his eyes sting with tears. "Wilbur. All I wanted was an answer. All I needed was to know." Wilbur swallowed hard as he saw and heard the rage that fueled the smaller. "Give me a reason why. I need a reason." Quackity took a step closer as he felt his wings flare up. "Do you even remember anything? All those messages I left you? All those nights I spent alone?" Wilbur felt his body becoming weak. He really fucked up. "Wanna know what I hated? I hated that noise. Because all that I heard was the dial tone." Quackity felt a tear fall down his cheek. "Remember when you said you never wanted this to die?" Quackity wiped his face before he took a step back, brushing himself off. "Q... I-" Quackity cut him off once again. "I don't want to hear it. I bet your reasons are as pathetic as you. I don't even know why I waited this long. Leave." Quackity furrowed his eyebrows, leaving Wilbur to hold his breath. He didn't like making the duck mad, so he left.

Quackity was up that night. He couldn't fall asleep. He felt himself checking his over over a thousand times in the hope that maybe Wilbur had texted. But he hadn't. Quackity wanted to say something, but he was too stubborn to. He sat his phone down with a sigh and slid himself back under the covers. He was going to let his mind take over again. Quackity never thought Wilbur would be the reason that he learned to hate himself. Quackity knew Wilbur didn't care who he loved, and Wilbur had nothing to lose. But there was one thing that clouded his thoughts. A sound ringing throughout his head.

The dial tone.

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Woah.
-Alex