An eye for vengeance

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(Author POV)

The front door to Phil's house swung open, and wilbur stood there, fundy in his arms, both looking extremely bloody.

Phil turned around from the kitchen and shouted for Tommy to go upstairs, which he did.

"WIL!" Phil cried, rushing to his son, and taking Fundy from him. Wilbur stumbled a step forward, then fell to the floor. He coughed out blood onto the floorboard's and let out choked-out cries.

Phil placed fundy on the sofa, and dropped to the floor with Wilbur so he was sat on his knees.

"Wilbur breathe! It's- it's okay! You're going to be okay."

Wilbur looked up and his eyes met with his fathers, he smiled.

He smiled, and let out a choked laugh.

Phil sat , confused. "Where's your brother?"

As if on cue techno walked into the house with a very sleepy tallulah in his arms.

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Wilbur lied on the sofa , the feeling all to familiar. He wasn't in a good state, nor a good mood. Phil had fixed the wound on his head, but wouldn't let him do any more.

Fundy was fine. The bullet had been surgically removed, and the wound stitched up. He just needed rest, a stable father figure, and an explanation about where said father had been.

All in all, things were okay. It had been just about 24 hours since Wilbur got back, and Quackity wasn't talking to him still. He was mad about something, Wilbur didn't know what and was to sick to care.

"You're awake then?" The raventte spoke, rolling his eyes at his lover who groaned in response.

"Yes, I am. Cat finally let go of your tongue?"

"You could've told me where you went. I woke up to chaos. You could've died and I wouldn't have known, do you realise that?"

"Quackity, you started the chaos. Everything was completely under control, and I'm perfectly alive."

"Perfectly alive! God Wilbur you have some nerve. You were basically on deaths door yesterday, and now you come here and tell me you're perfectly living, and healthy."

Wilbur chuckled, and sat up, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, before inhaling. "You're being very melodramatic, darling. No need to dwell on things that haven't happened." He blew smoke out into the others face.

"You're going to drop down dead one of these days, and I'm not going to be the one to-"

"PAPAAAA!!" Tallulah sprinted through the kitchen and launched herself on top of Wilbur, who choked before hugging her to his chest.

"Hello , my love!" He lifted her and dazedly stood to his feet, "you've grown!"

The girl giggled and wrapped her arms around her father, whose eyes clearly watered, but he resisted crying anymore then he already had.

"Yup! I missed you."

"I missed you more, angel. Daddy's having a private talk at the moment, why don't you go and see Tío?"

Tallulah nodded and jumped to the floor, and ran to tommys bedroom.

Quackity crossed his arms, the look on his face one Wilbur couldn't quite crack, like he had more to say then he could manage.

You can only fit so many words into one sentence, life's to short to pick and choose.

"Wilbur, seriously. I can't be the one to constantly look after you, and care for you.
I can't just be your lifeline. You need to be able to do these things yourself."

"I do! I fucking do! You're ridiculous you know, telling me what's good for me. I know perfectly well. You can't control my life, know your place."

"Know my place? What the fuck is wrong with you? If you know so well what you need why don't you do it! Why do you rely on everything else to have your back!? If you can do so well on your own, why was I revived?!"

The brunette took the last puff of his cigarette and put it out, dropping it onto the sofa arm.
"Your revival was nothing to do with me. I don't need you, I don't care for you, and I won't wait for you. You don't mean anything to me."

"Jesus how scrambled can your brain get! Have you really smoked that much weed that you genuinely can't think straight? You are such a narcissist! You only care for yourself, and it shows."

"If I'm such a narcissist why are you still here?"

"Thanks for answering your own question, asshole. I don't want anything to do with you anymore, I don't love you. I barely know you."

(Wilbur POV)

Barely know me? You barely know me, and yet I can speak your first language, without even trying to learn it.

You barely know me, but I know every single scar you have.

You barely know me, yet my daughter calls you dad.

You say you barely know me, but you care so deeply you'd fight for my life.

I barely know you, but you know what I need.

I barely know you, but you left your fiancés to be with me.

I barely know you, yet you still went against your morals to be close to me.

We barely know each other, but we stand here fighting for what we have, even if you claim it's nothing.

I don't know you at all, and in a room full of people, you're the one I look for.

"Good for you. I literally don't care about you, I fucked with you because I was bored."

The words were hard to swallow, and felt like a weight pulling my body into a deep sea, that I'd definitely regret later.

Quackity shook his head, and muttered something under his breath, before walking off.

"Yeah speechless now aren't you?!" I yelled, forcing a laugh.

He didn't say anything, just walked out the front door leaving me stood in the living room on my own, the silence stung.

I wanted to run after him, tell him how I didn't
Mean it, and I'd make it up to him, but my
feet wouldn't move, nor would my lips.

Some people were made to be let go.

                                        ~*~

HII GUYS IM BACK!
I'm so sorry for leaving with no context-! I had no motivation and ended up just resting for a while, butttttt I've found it in me to carry on going and served you a platter of pure depression, regret, and angst.

I hope you're all doing well my lovelies, remember to take care of yourself, and I believe in you!

Love you all,
-char 💗