Drowning in bottles and sorrows {{TntDuo}}

Piss off.

This was certainly a twist.

Or was it...?

Quackity was staring up at the ceiling. He felt like shit. Though the note made him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time, that didn't mean he wanted to feel them. You'd expect Quackity to fall in love with Wilbur again. But it was quite the opposite. Quackity growled as he stood up, putting on his signature look as he stomped to his office, looking at the papers on his desk. He had the sudden urge to shove them all off. He shook his head as he heard a knock on his office door. He was quiet for a moment before sighing. "Come in..." The door opened to reveal a goopy little guy. Slime smiled as Quackity shook his head. Charlie was one of the only people he couldn't be mad at. "Hello, Quackity from Las Nevadas!" Slime said cheerfully. Quackity smiled softly before thinking. Charlie was his assistant.. Quackity looked at Slime with a confusing look. One Charlie hadn't learned yet. "Slime, could you get me something to break?" Quackity said with his signature smile, which made Charlie smile brightly and nod. "Of course, Quackity from Las Nevadas!" Quackity smiled as Slime gooped out of the room, shutting the door behind him as he fell back into his chair. He wasn't in a good mood today.

Quackity growled as someone walked in. Some bitch. She narrowed her eyes at him as she moved closer. "So your Quackity, huh. I thought you'd at least look a little prettier." Quackity raised an eyebrow at her words. "Excuse me?" He growled. She smirked as she got a closer look at him. She was taller than him, not by much, though. She had long, coral pink hair and bright emerald eyes. She had pearls on her head and a darkened skin tone. She judged him quickly before chuckling. "Very sorry. I'm Sally Salmon. The 'Wife' of the guy you decided to fuck back in Pogtopia." Quackity knew who she was now. She was Wilburs' ex-wife. Why the hell was she here now? "Okay? That was long ago." Sally growled as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. "You little whore. I don't care whether it was years ago or even yesterday. That's another woman's husband. We had a fucking child together." Quackity shrugged before pushing her away. "Look, I'm not in the mood today. You can leave now, or your next in line to get fucked up." Sally scoffed as she backed away. "You know, someone told me that-" Quackity stopped her with his aggressive tone. "It's all about the, 'he said, she said', bullshit. Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker. So leave." That made Sally grit her teeth as she stepped out, gripping the door as she turned back. "This isn't over. I'll be back." Quackity shooed her off as he shut the door. "Yeah, yeah. Bye, Bitch."

Charlie made his way through Las Nevadas before being approached by someone. "Charlie, is it?" A tall man with a deep British accent looked down on the slimey guy, who smiled up at him. "Yes! I assume you are Wilbur from L'Manburg?" Wilburs eyes widened as he raised an eyebrow. "And you know me how?" Slime smiled widely and pointed at the L'Manburg flag stitched into Wilburs trench coat. "That's one obvious giveaway. Second, my boss talks about you a lot. You must know each other?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow. Awe. Did Quackity really talk about him? Wilbur smirked as he patted Slime on the shoulder. "Yeah... we're... old friends." Charlie nodded as he paused. "Well, I need to get going! Quackity from Las Nevadas requested I bring him something to break." Wilbur raised an eyebrow as his mind went... somewhere else. He shook his head before smiling at Slime again. "How about I help you? I need to see him anyway." Charlie smiled and nodded, the goopy guy beginning to walk as Wilbur followed behind him.

On their walk, Charlie told Wilbur some of the things he's overheard Quackity say. Whether that be to him or things Quackity said to himself. Some of the things shocked Wilbur deeply, and the others made him wonder if Quackity ever hated him at all. Once Charlie found a few things Quackity could break, he handed them to Wilbur. "I'm sure since you two know each other, he'd be fine with you bringing him these!" Slime said, handing Wilbur a bunch of glass things as he grunted. "Uh.. yeah." Wilbur rolled his eyes as Slime walked away. Finally. He would be able to talk to Quackity again.

Wilbur arrived at Quackitys office, knocking on the door. He flinched a bit once he heard a loud "Come in!" It sounded a bit agitated. He pushed open the door, and once he did, he immediately noticed the look of anger of the ducks face. "What the fuck are you doing here." He said, his voice spitting out like venom. Wilbur raised an eyebrow as he sat the glass stuff down. "Charlie asked me to bring you the 'stuff to break.' I don't see why you're so angry with me. You would've been left on that roof, cold and lonely if it wasn't for me. You might hate me and all of that, but you-" Quackity cut him off with a slow yet stern reply. "I do hate you. I despise you, Soot. I don't understand why you keep coming back." Wilburs face plummeted. He faltered for a moment before regaining his composure. "I come back for you, Alex." Quackitys eyes widened upon hearing the name. He only allowed Charlie to call him that, which he never remembered. So no one had called him that in years. "Don't fucking call me that." Wilbur sighed and shook his head. Quackity wouldn't understand.

"Okay, Big Q. But I really do come back for you. I know I'm insane and psychotic, but that doesn't mean I don't have a heart." Quackity raised an eyebrow as he moved over to one of the glass things, picking it up and smashing it down, causing Wilbur to take a step back. "The fuck!?" Quackity huffed as he looked back to Wilbur. "Listen here. And I want you to fucking keep this in your tiny ass brain. I hate you. I always will. There won't be a single part of me that doesn't. I don't enjoy talking to you, I don't enjoy being around you, and I definitely don't enjoy hearing you. I want you to go back to where you came from before I do something I'm sure I won't regret." Wilbur frowned as he only nodded. He wanted to fight back, but he wasn't sure what to say. He told Quackity in his note that if he wanted him gone, he'd comply. "I'm sorry." He stepped out of the door as Quackity felt a pit in his stomach. He realized what he had said. He didn't mean all of it... did he? He watched as Wilbur gave him a little smile and a nod as the taller British male began walking away, leaving the smaller to see what he'd done. It wasn't going to be bad, right? He wouldn't be pestered anymore, and he couldn't go back to his normal life. But again, what life did he have before that was so much better than this? He felt tears sting his eyes again as he picked up another glass thing, throwing it down as the tears slipped from his eyes. "Fuck!" He screamed.

Wilbur felt his black boots hit the Nevadas sand as he walked out, walking towards the forest and towards the burger van. He couldn't ignore the feeling he felt in his chest. It tugged at his heart in a way he hated. He arrived as he walked in, Tommy was ready to complain about something before he saw his brothers face. He paused as he walked over. "Will? You okay, mate? Wilbur stopped to think. Was he okay. No. He really wasn't. But he has to think of Tommy. "Yep. All good." He chuckled, which made Tommy raise an eyebrow. Wilbur shrugged him off as he made his way to his bedroom, falling onto his bed. This really hurt. And he didn't think it would.

It wasn't like Wilbur to say sorry. Quackity had been waiting on a different story. It seems this time, he was mistaken. Yet he handed him a heart worth breaking.

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I lied🥰

I'm sure the next chapter MIGHT be nickelback😍

I love limp bizket😈

-Alex