An eye for vengeance

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(Author POV)

Fundy huffed as he scavenged through the empty cupboards to find something for him and tallulah, once again there was nothing.

Wilbur hadn't been home for DAYS and only god knows where he's been staying. "Lulah, do you want to go to grandpops?"

The girl nodded and slipped on her shoes and her father's hat. "When will papa be home?"

"I don't know T, I'm sorry." Fundy picked her up into his arms and closed the front door as he began the walk to snowchester.

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Quackity looked down at the drunk man on his pavement, and frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Youu needed to see me?" Wilbur slurred, grinning as he swigged from the bottle in his hand.

Quackity sighed and put a hand on his hip. "One would've hoped you'd be sober. Obviously that's too much to ask." He offered a hand out and helped Wilbur to his feet. He guided them into the elevator in his building, allowing Wilbur to drunkly lean on him until they reached the top floor.

Ding! The doors opened once again and the pair walked into Quackitys office. Wilbur fell into the chair opposite the desk and sighed heavily. "Soo, what is it?"

"I'm going to be straight up, please do not freak out."

"..Quackity, what's wrong?"

"schlattwasoutsidemanburgwithdreamandtwootherpeopleandimscaredandineedyourhelp!"

Wilbur's eyes widened. "Slow down, say that again."

Quackity inhaled before repeating himself. "Schlatt was seen outside manburg with dream, and two other people. I'm scared, and I need your help."

"That's impossible. Dreams dead- that isn't- who would be with him?!"

"That's what I'm worried about! And- I couldn't help but worry about- fundy."

The brunette stood up immediately, the alcohol almost instantly leaving his system as he began to sober up rapidly. "Quackity we need to go, we need to go fast. Where are your horses?"

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Wilbur licked the blood from his lips , drawn by his own teeth, as he tossed his own home looking for his children.

Everything was left so perfect. Untouched , even. Quackity came down the stairs and shook his head, nothing up there.

"Was the gun under the bed?" Wilbur asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Quackity frowned. "No, nothing."

"Fuck!"

Wilbur pulled open a draw and 2 crates with lids on. He pulled the lids off and stared into the empty boxes. "No fucking way."

"what is it?"

The brunette stood up and grabbed the book that lay open on the counter. 'TNT.' It was his own written manual. Everything he knew about tnt was in this book.

Wilbur threw it across the room, and kicked some of the already discarded furniture around the room as he pulled at his hair. "FUCK!"

Quackity furrowed his brows as he picked up the book and flicked through the pages with a frown. "Did you write all this?"

"Quackity-"

"No! You had tnt crates in your house? What were you thinking?!"

"I'm not arguing with you today. Not now- I have to find fundy before he does something stupid."

"Well it would be great if he wasn't driven to stupidity by YOUR actions!"

"I never thought he'd know how to use it!!"

"YOU HAD A FUCKING HANDWRITTEN MANUAL!!!"

Wilbur punched the wall in frustration, letting a short whimper out as the pain struck his knuckles. "It's from a long time ago."

"Wilbur-" Quackity sighed. "Why do you even still have it?"

"I didn't know what else to do with it. I tossed that part of me away a long time ago."

"I don't believe you." Quackity spoke coldly and Wilbur grimaced.

"Then don't. What's it to you anyway," He circled his eyes around the others face and grinned menacingly. "I mean, you aren't scared are you? Why should you be, with all your armies?"

"Wilbur-"

"Rich, rich armies. All your money, and people. I always wondered, how could you trust all of them?"

"What are you talking about?!"

"The people you trust most could just.. turn their backs. Do you trust me, Quackity?"

"Yes! Yes i trust you- now what is gotten into you?!"

"Then you're just proving me right." Wilbur turned around and lit a cigarette as he heard Quackity struggle under the grip of his ally.

Schlatts lips twisted into a smile as he held the shorters arms behind his back. "Never learn, do you?"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He squirmed. "What is this?!"

Wilbur spoke bitterly as he aimed his pistol against his ex-lovers forehead. "You can't have the world in your hands all the time." He chuckled. "Not everything can be perfect. Not everyone can have their happy ending."

"Do it Wilbur." Schlatt smiled. "Kill him, end it. Finish his suffering."

His fingers trembled over the trigger, before a loud bang corroded the room.

Schlatts body fell to the floor and wilbur stepped back in shock. Behind schlatts lifeless corpse, stood fundy, shell shocked from his own actions.

He aimed his gun at his father, who aimed his equally. "Put it down fundy, you've no idea what you're getting into."

"You won't kill me. Not your own blood."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Fundy please, he's dangerous." Quackity pleaded, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder.

Before Wilbur could take a step further, fundy placed his glock against his father's chest and spoke clearly. "You come any closer I'll blow the whole of Manburg, and Las Nevadas to dust. You hear me?"

Wilbur laughed bitterly. "Look at you. You know who you remind me of?"

Fundys face stiffened.

"You look just, like, me."

That was enough to do it.

He pulled the trigger, watching the bullet impale his own father, who clutched the wound desperately.

Fundy was paralysed, and he felt sick to his stomach before it all went black, and his world collapsed.

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