An eye for vengeance

17

(Author POV)

Wilbur sat atop the burger van with a cigarette in his hands, looking out across the barren desert. The scorching sun shone onto his back drenching his coat in sweat.

He wiped beads of sweat from his forehead and rolled up his coat sleeves, turning his head at the familiar voice behind him.

"Back here again?" Quackity spoke, dusting the sand off of his trousers. He was more acclimatised to the heat, and wasn't so sweaty.

The brunette chuckled lightly. "Indeed. It's like we're living the same dream, right?"

"Maybe." He responded dryly. "Why are you here?"

"It's my van, isn't it?" Wilbur took a drag off his cigarette and exhaled the smoke gently. "I could ask you the same question."

The ravenette pulled himself onto the van next to his accomplice. "Finding peace. Reliving memories, whatever you want to call it. But it's probably the same as you."

"Probably."

"You left in a hurry, the other day. Why?"

"I'm not keen on gatherings, let alone with those kind of people."

"What kind?"

"Your kind. The rich, snobby kind." Wilbur retorted, putting his cigarette out and taking off his coat.

"Don't be hasty, Wilbur. I don't deserve that."

The brunette didn't retaliate, only let a comfortable silence fall as he watched the clouds pace across the sky. "Isn't your fiancé looking for you by now?"

"No. That's why I'm here. I knew you'd be here."

"What do you mean? Quackity?"

"Schlatts missing. I haven't seen him since the night of the party, I thought you'd know something."

Wilbur sat up and squinted his eyes from the sunlight. "I don't know anything. I haven't seen him since that night, haven't wanted to either."

"He said something about your brother a few days ago- do you think maybe-"

"Which one? Tommy? If he goes anywhere near Tommy I'll kill him with my bare hands."

"No, no not Tommy. Technoblade, but he never told me why."

"Then you're on your own. I refuse to sacrifice everything I have for someone that wouldn't do the same. I mean- I don't even like the guy-"

"Shut up-" Quackity face palmed.

"No! He's such a dick, and you expect me to help rescue him from whatever mess he's gotten into with my broth-"

Q grabbed Wilbur's collar with his hand and pulled him in close so their noses where almost touching. He saw wils eyes dash down to his lips and quickly back up again as his cheeks flushed pink.

"Are you done shit talking my fiancé?"

"You don't scare me, Quackity. I know you like the back of my hand, I can guess your every move, word, expression, you name it baby."

"Liar. You don't know me at all anymore. All you do is lie and deceive, and hurt people."

"Oh but you'd love for me to hurt you, wouldn't you?"

Quackity gritted his teeth and let go of Wilbur's shirt, reluctantly moving away. "Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Flirt."

"Because I know how to push your buttons, just insulting you is futile, and to old school. But seeing you squirm when I tell you I'm turned on by your hand at my neck? Watching you realise you can't get to me by your over aggressive attitude? It infuriates you. And that is oh so satisfying." Wilbur said in a low whisper, staring into Quackity eyes intently.

Quackity huffed and narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, well guess what Wilbur? You're not so difficult to figure out, yourself."

"Is that so?" He grinned, raising an eyebrow.

"I've known people just like you. I've known you yourself a long time. I know that the way you talk is to hide your narrowing guilt. I know you have a tendency to hurt people and a habit of manipulating the people you love until the relationship is beyond repair. Everything about you is fake. Your ego, your facade, your jokes, all of it. Don't think you're the only one that can play that game."

Wilbur's smile faded and his eyes narrowed. "Ah yes. Self sabotage is a sweet romance isn't it Alex."

Quackity flinched.

Wilbur continued. "If all that is true, why do you still come to me for help? I'm the first person you run to, and apparently I'm the worst in the world, hm?"

"I wont let you manipulate me. You're not the angel you think you are, and honestly? I feel bad for your kids."

"Leave them out of this."

"You know, fundy being 16 and all. He could just leave, right?"

"I mean it Quackity. Quit it."

"He wouldn't leave without tallulah though, right?"

"My god your a wreck. Why are you so desperate for my attention? Did your exes not give you this much? I know sapnap didn't. And I know schlatt well enough to take a guess."

Quackity pounced on Wilbur at hearing sapnaps name, and pinned him down onto the floor with his hands around his neck. "Shut the fuck up , you don't know what you're talking about."

"He'll leave you soon" Wilbur coughed, smirking. "It's only a matter of time."

Quackity pushed down on Wilbur's neck harder, his legs either side of wils body.

"Kill me Quackity. Do it. I dare you."

"No." He said as he let go. "It's your last life." He frowned, standing up and pulling Wilbur up to his feet.

For a moment, Quackity saw something else in Wilbur's eyes. Something that hadn't been there before, but it wasn't foreign. The look of amusement, bitter amusement. He'd seen it before but never in Wilbur. It was a guy wrenching look, only one person could behold.
Schlatt. It was schlatts look and yet here Wilbur was.

He was the person he hated most, his own projection.

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A/N
DO I LOOK LIKEEEE HIMMMM

anyways guys bit of a filler chapter but here you go 😼

I'm gonna make a chapter with characters and songs I think match them

anyhow take care loves!