Drowning in bottles and sorrows {{TntDuo}}

Feelings or Confessions

With Wilbur being back, it seemed to stress Quackity out even more. The duck never knew his stress level could get so high, and that was a surprise to him. He honestly didn't want to see Wilbur. He didn't want to hear him. He didn't even want to think about him. Instead, he found himself doing all of those things, whether he knew he was or not. It hurt him knowing everything he did, but it was best for him to. He even went to Fundy about some of the things he saw, who seemed a little pressured in ways to being asked about his dad. Quackity completely understood. In the end, Quackity was left pondering. Usually, he found himself to be a very straightforward man, very powerful and very persuasive. So for someone like him, to be so confused about himself, made him feel all the more worse. Quackity didn't have much self-confidence, but what little he had left was shattering right in front of his own eyes.

Quackity was sitting alone in his office, doing what he did nowadays. Getting lost through his mind. He really did wish he could get his life together the way he wanted it so he wouldn't feel this shitty in his own body. His wings ruffled behind him softly as he pushed himself away from the desk, standing up quickly as his hands were met with the floor, the duck stumbling over and landing on his knees as his eyes widened. He didn't expect to fall. He sighed as he began to get back up, watching himself carefully. Once he made it back up, he slowly walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine, and poured himself a glass. He was a light drinker, so he got drunk very quickly. After around five glasses, he was feeling more than tipsy. He knew it wasn't right to drink his life away, but what harm could it do him anymore? What life did he have to be able to lose? He frowned to himself as he walked back towards his office, rummaging through his desk until he found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He paused for a moment before sighing. "Oh, what the hell..."

Quackity somehow found himself atop the building, letting the cold breeze flow through his hair as he sat down at the edge, the bars holding him up as his legs dangled off the tall building. He let himself lean onto the railing, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and taking one out, holding it to his lips and lighting it, taking a long drag before letting it out. It felt good, being a little drunk and about to get high, not from the cigarettes, of course. He hummed softly before hearing the door shut behind him, not even bothering to see who it was. That was until he heard the clicking of loud boots behind him and then a smooth British accent, one he hated. "All alone up here tonight, hm?" Quackity turned his head a bit to see Wilbur, leaning down to look at Quackity with a huge grin. The ducks' feathers rustled as he rolled his eyes, not even caring at this point. "Well, is there someone up here I don't seem to know about?" He raised an eyebrow as his words came out in more of a shakey breath instead of the cocky tone he was hoping for. That made Wilbur chuckle as he sat down beside him."I haven't seen anyone yet.." he hummed, which made Quackity cringe. As Quackity took another deep puff, Wilbur reached over and took the cigarette from his hands, pressing it to his own lips with a smirk. He did it just to be a dick. Quackity narrowed his eyes as he reached for another one, lighting it quickly and flicking it in his two fingers. Wilbur paused for a moment before looking out at the sunset. "Beautiful tonight, isn't it?" He turned to look back at the duck whose half lidded eyes looked down at the fall. Wilbur raised an eyebrow as he chuckled, which snapped Quackity out of his trance. "You're not going to see anything if you look down there except something you might not want to." That made the smaller roll his eyes and scoff. "You're not funny." Wilbur hummed again. "I'm hilarious, dear."

After a few minutes of sitting there in silence, Wilbur finally decided to break it again. "You seem sad, Q. You alright?" Quackity paused for a moment, looking away. "Yeah." He answered in a cold tone, which made Wilbur believe him, obviously. "I'm not stupid, Q. Come on."
That one statement made Quackity snap. "What do you want me to say?! I could tell you the truth!" Quackity became defensive, which made Wilbur back up a bit. "Well, I don't think I'm afraid of the truth." Wilbur said slowly, which made Quackitys blood boil. "It's that you're back, Wilbur! I can't do a single fucking thing without the worry that you're there! I've never felt so much hate towards myself for even letting my thoughts be taken over by you! It would've been different if you never died, but you did! And I still keep obsessing over you! And I fucking hate it! If feels like shit and hurts like hell! I didn't know how to control myself or even live after you died! How the fuck was I supposed to deal with losing you?!" Wilbur paused as he just blankly stared at Quackity. "I didn't want you to feel like it was all your fault, but that doesn't mean that I wanted you to feel nothing at all!" By the end of Quackitys ramble, he found himself standing up, tears streaming down his cheeks and Wilbur standing ways away from him, a confused and shocked look on his face as he took it all in. And it was a lot. Quackity took a step back, crossing his arms and looking away as he sniffled. He didn't even realize his outburst until after it happened.

Within seconds, the smaller one felt a big pair of arms wrapping around him. He looked up to see Wilbur with tears in his eyes, hugging the duck tightly as he rested his chin on Quackitys head. "I'm sorry..." Quackity felt his heart stop. It wasn't like Wilbur to say sorry. Quackity bursted into sobs as he held onto Wilbur, sobbing into the tallers shoulder as Wilbur rubbed his back, reassuring him. The brit rubbed little circles into Quackitys wings to calm him down. Wilbur smelled the alcohol on the duck and sighed, shaking his head. After what felt like forever, Quackity was calm. So calm, that he had fallen asleep. Wilbur pulled away a bit to see the ducks red tear stained cheeks. He felt a small smile tug at his lips as he lifted Quackity into his arms, carrying him all the way down the steps, through his office and to his bedroom, laying him down and covering him up. Wilbur stared at the smaller in awe for a moment before snapping himself out of it. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing a note to Quackity before setting it on the beside table. He couldn't help himself, so he pressed a small kiss to Quackitys forehead before sneaking out quietly. He felt bad for just leaving, but he knew once Quackity woke up he'd scream at Wilbur to leave anyways. So really, he was just a step ahead. He made his way back to the van to see Tommy asleep. Wilbur rolled his eyes and smiled as he moved to his room, taking off his multiple layers of clothing and laying down in his own bed. He sighed before taking his glasses off and rolling over, allowing himself to sleep.

That morning, Quackity woke up feeling so shit. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the time. It was early as hell. He didn't even remember falling asleep. And how did he even get to his bed? He noticed a note beside him. He opened it quickly and began reading.

Dear Alex,

I know I didn't stay last night, and
I know you might hate my guts,
but I'm genuinely and extremely sorry
for any pain I've ever caused you.
I'd like to put out there that I
have always loved you. Always
have, and always will.
I know that you'll decline any offer I give,
so I'm not giving one. You might be
mad I returned you to your room,
but I wasn't just going to leave you out there. I hope you understand.
If its your wish, I'll never step foot in
Las Nevadas ever again.

I'm sorry.

Love, Wilbur Soot.

Quackitys eyes widened as he paused. Holy shit. He didn't notice, but suddenly his face had began to heat up. He shut the note quickly and threw it back on his table. He fell back onto the bed and stared at ceiling.

This was certainly a twist.

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Erm... guys🤓☝️

The next chapter MIGHT be Nickelback😋

This chapter honestly took some thinking, but I think it turned out good!!
- Alex