Hate me || TNTDUO ||

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((A/P))

The burger van door swung open causing the hinges to creak dramatically. Tommy flew out the van and jogged to where Tubbo was under the tree.

His face was panicked as was his tone. "Tubs! Tubbo!" He screamed, frantically reaching for his best friend.

Toby looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Tom? What is it?" He pondered.

"Wilbur! Where's Wilbur?!"

"Oh! I think he said he's walking to see Big Q!"

Tommy groaned and flopped onto the grass, panting for air. "Did he tell you when he would be back?" He picked up conkers from the floor and threw them at the tree trunk.

"Mmm... No. I think he told me to go to Phil's with you? I don't remember."

"PHILS?! He wants us to walk to snowchester on our own?! No horse?!"

"Yeah!" Tubbos face fell as the realisation hit him. "Wait.. isn't snowchester like, really far. And really cold?"

Tommy face palmed himself and exclaimed, 'Yes!' In frustration. And the two shared a glance.

Tommy stood to his feet and pulled tubbo up with him, starting to walk onto the sandy roads down to las Nevadas. "Fine. Let's go get him."

- - - - -

Quackity leant back into his office chair with a book in his hand, reading intently. He was supposed to be filling out a report on some sort of theft that had happened in one of the casinos, but that was boring, and nobody ever came up here anyway.

The phone blared its ringtone, and the book flew out of Q's hands. He muttered under his breath and picked up the phone. "Yes?"

"Quackity from las Nevadas! There's a guest here for you, can I send him up?" Charlie sounded cheerful. To cheerful for a Friday morning.

"Go ahead."

A few minutes later, the office door swung open to reveal none other than Wilbur. "Hey, you."

Quackity scoffed and put the book away in his drawer. "Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?"

"What's that book?" The Brunette laughed, ignoring the first question.

"None of your business. Now wha-"

"Are you reading porn?" Wilbur smirked and planted himself on the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

The shorter slammed his hand down on the desk. "No I'm not reading fucking porn! What do you want, Wilbur?!"

"I have a proposal, relating to our bet we made last night."

"You were serious about that?"

Wilbur smirked. "I'm a serious person, aren't I?"

Quackity sighed and rolled his eyes. "What's your proposal?"

"I think the winner should have complete ownership of Las Nevadas."

The ravenette knitted his brows together in rage. "Absolutely not!"

Wil sat forward into the table with his elbows on the desk. "Why? You scared? Do I tempt you?"

Quackity scoffed. "As if you could bait me like that. You must have a lot of nerve."

"I thought you might say that." Wilbur smiled.

"I don't want to do this stupid bet anymore. The casino is mine, and so is Las Nevadas."

"If I win, you let me live here. If you win, I'll leave for good."

"Fine. It's settled then." Quackity grumbled. "But for whatever it's worth, you're the worst fucking person I could ever encounter."

Wilbur smiled and let out a choked laugh. "I'm so proud of my high significance."
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