The Duck and the Fox // TNTduo/Quackbur!

Not A Word.

     Still on the Las Nevadas Hotel, now standing and facing the problem. Quackity, still being sleepy hung onto Wilbur's arm for balance. Wilbur stood still and was facing Philza. Who did not look pleased at all. Wilbur now knew what he did wrong. Philza looked at Wilbur then to Quackity, seeing the state he was in. Seeing both of the states they were both in.  He then looked back at Wilbur and saw the dark gray wings that were now on his back. He was pissed but couldn't stay mad forever. There was a reason Wilbur was hiding it. But this...his own son hiding THIS from him?! He was not going to let this one slide. Not this time.
     Philza looked at Wilbur in the eyes. Wilbur was staring at the ground, he could feel the cold gaze Philza was giving him. He has never been this terrified before. Not in awhile in fact. He glanced up at Philza for a second and looked back down quickly. He could not stare at him, not even for a second. Philza Minecraft wasn't just mad, he was furious.
     "Take Quackity home." Philza said with a sigh.
     Both Quackity and Wilbur looked up at him, he was looking the other direction. They were both confused of what was going on. No yelling? No screaming? Not even a fight or word to start one? Quackity looked up at Wilbur, he had that look in his eyes again. Fear.
     "Wha-" Wilbur tried to say but got interrupted by Philza shooting a glare right back at him.
     "Not. A. Word." Phil said. Pausing at each word. "Just take him home and meet back at the cottage. Your brothers are already there." He spreaded out his dark crow wings and was about to take off until he shot one more glare at Wilbur, "Don't let me regret this Orpheus."
     Just like that, WOOSH, he was gone and was up in the sky and then disappeared. There was silence. The only sound to be heard were the crickets and the sounds of chatter and those gambling games that were being played down below. Quackity kept staring up at the sky, trying to see if Phil was still there. Watching and waiting. But there was nothing but clouds now, no stars anymore. Quackity then looked at Wilbur, he was staring at the ground, eyes wide and not knowing what to do or say or think. But he did what he was told. He looked up and straight forward, trying his best not to even start crying at this point.
     "Where is your house?" Wilbur said. His voice a bit shakey.
     Quackity kept staring at him. Didn't say a word for a few seconds. But he knew he couldn't argue with him right now, his family needed to know about this. His wings. Quackity sighed and pointed over to where the building where his office was.
     "In there." He said.

     After about 10 minute walk over to the building and getting inside, the both of them eventually made it to the room where Quackity stayed. About 5 minutes into walking, Quackity was to tired to even move. Wilbur didn't get annoyed with that, he understood. So he picked him up and put him on his back. Both of them watching where his wings were. They were still very fragile.
     When the both of them got into the room. Wilbur walked over to where the bed was and placed Quackity down. Wilbur stood over the bed for a few seconds. He didn't want to go. He was terrified! Sure, it didn't really show on his face but he knew how to hide things whenever he needed. He knew he was close to breaking at some point. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. He had to get this over with.
     He started walking away but then stopped when he felt Quackity grab his hand. He turned his head and was a bit shocked. He saw Quackity, eye barely open and a very weak hand holding onto his arm.
     "Stay." Quackity mumbled. "Please."
     Wilbur stared at him. Contemplating if he should or not. He wanted to stay, he really did but he couldn't now. He turned his whole body and crouch down to face Quackity. He put his hand on Quackity's arm and gave him a weak smile.
     "How badly do you want me here?" Wilbur asked.
     Quackity stayed quiet, he barely heard what Wilbur said, "I want you to stay." He mumbled again.
     The smile Wilbur was giving turned into a sweet one. He was glad that someone wanted him to stay somewhere and it was his enemy. It was kind of funny. But-
     Just outside, on the balcony. There stood Philza. His arms crossed and waiting. Not really patient at all. Wilbur stared at him for a few seconds and then moved his hand to push Quackity's hand away from his. He stood up and kept looking at Phil. Then looked back at Quackity and smiled again.
     "I'll be back ducky!" Wilbur said then he walked towards the door and disappeared from Quackity's vision.
     Like before, Quackity didn't really hear Wilbur. But he knew he'll be back. He slowly closed his eyes and sleep finally took him away.

     CRASH!
    Quackity was awakened from his slumber by something breaking. It was really loud and his ears started ringing a bit
His heart racing and his eyes shifting in every direction he could see in. He rubbed his eyes and soon enough he was able to make out the shapes in his room. When did he get in his room again?  It hit him soon after of what happened....oh...
     "Dammit Wil." Quackity mumbled. Rubbing his eyes.
     Silence refilled the room. Maybe he was just hearing things? No he couldn't be, that is highly impossible. Then he heard it...the same fox crys he's heard almost every day when he was a kid. Quackity looked over to his bedroom door. It was open, in it was a dark hallway. But it wasn't too dark. The fox crys got louder. He got out of bed pretty quick and went down the hallway and into the living room. There right on the floor was Wilbur. Laying on the ground, his knees to his chest, tears falling. It wasn't sad tears, he was in pain.
     "WILBUR?!" Quackity cried. Running over to his side.
     He quickly turned on the light and immediately saw what was wrong. His wings were all messed up. There were twigs, thorns, even some sticks in his wings causing him to bleed. Like a lot. They were also really mistreated. Quackity didn't think twice and went to grab supplies to fix this and get all the things out. He was quick about it and ran back to Wilbur's side and looked down at him. He was shaking in pain. The pain was getting worse.
     "W-Wil..." Quackity said. Trying to sound calm as possible. "I need you to sit up. I can't take care of your wings if you don't sit up."
    Wilbur stayed lying down. He couldn't move. He tried but he just couldn't. Quackity got even more worried but got an idea quickly. He went behind Wilbur and gently grabbed him by the waste and slowly lifted him up into a sitting position. The fox crys got even louder when Wilbur sat up. The pain seriously got worse but he just had to push through it.
     "Okay...this might hurt a little bit. But I need you to try your best and stay still." Quackity said.
     Wilbur didn't say a word and just nodded. Without a second thought, Quackity grabbed some painkillers and water and handed it over to Wilbur. He took it quickly and once he swallowed it, Quackity got out the pliers and started taking the twigs and thorns out. Quick as possible. Wilbur still hand his knees to his chest and was still shaking. His nails digging into his skin. This was not the best. Not at all.

     After about 20 minutes. All the twigs, thorns, and sticks were out of his wings. Quackity sadly only had rubbing alcohol so that sting really bad. But eventually it was over. Quackity was now sitting next to Wilbur and was waiting until he calmed down or said something. His wings were wrapped and Quackity could still see the blood from them, pouring into the bandage. He looked at Wilbur, that fear was still in his eyes. Quackity let out a sigh, he couldn't take this silence anymore. He needed to know what happened and how it happened.
     "How did this happen?" Quackity finally spoke.
     Wilbur was quiet and he glanced over at Quackity. He looked away and kept quiet. That kind of made Quackity a bit annoyed.
     "Wilbur...you can't keep this away from me forever. I need to know. I need to know how you got your wings, what happened with Phil, and how I find you with two injured wings and a broken window." Quackity said annoyed.
     Nothing. Wilbur just stared at the floor. Not a word fell from his mouth. Quackity gave him a glare and clenched his fists. He glace up at his now broken living room window and then back at Wilbur.
    "Fine. " Quackity stood up and walked over to the hallway. "You can stay here tonight, but then you are out tomorrow morning."
     Wilbur only glanced up at him then stood up and headed for the front door. Quackity was a bit shocked of what he was doing. Then, without stopping or looking back, Wilbur opened the door and he was gone. Not word out of him. Quackity just stood there in silence. He was coming back...right?

     Wilbur was already past the sign of Las Nevadas. He wasn't coming back. He wanted to be alone and didn't want to answer any questions. He kept walking and walking, passing the burger van and then a the small remains of Manberg. Then he stood in front of the small house he lived in now. He stood outside for a second. Something felt off...like he was being followed...or a different type of off. He looked around. Nothing. Maybe he was just being very paranoid or sleep deprived?
     He opened the door a step in. He was going to just walk into his bedroom but stopped when he saw that the dinning room light was on. There stood SapNap, his arms crossed. He was waiting for him.
     "We need to talk about something." he says.