Wilbur POV
"Why does no one come down here?" Quackity asks as he sees the dark empty weight room.
"Well... it's a bit, uh, old." Wilbur tells him. "The agency hasn't upgraded it in a long time. Most use the training area instead because this place... you'll see."
He finds the light switch and flicks it on. The lights come on, some are flickering and some bulbs are completely out.
"Ah," Quackity understands now. He then notices the room has an actual window in it and walks over curiously.
"That window is the second reason this room is never used, the agency keeps it quiet because it's one of the only places where you can see the outside clearly." Wilbur continues as he walks over too.
Quackity is busy looking out the window at the city.
"I think I could do this for hours," he murmurs. "I wish we had a window in our room."
"Our rooms used to have windows, I was here back when they did," Wilbur murmurs. "That's how I know my bed is by where the window would be..."
"Why did they take them away?" Quackity asks.
"I don't know... someone probably tried something dangerous," Wilbur shrugs.
Quackity goes back to staring out the window. He looks very content in being there.
Well, so much for trying out the weights.
Wilbur goes to close the door of the weight room so no one knows they are in there.
The place sure isn't what it used to be, he'd nearly forgotten it existed at all. It's quiet, almost eerie like a forgotten memory.
Quackity finally gets up from the window and walks over to the pull-up bar. He jumps up and does a few.
Wilbur blinks in surprise, he should have assumed Quackity could do multiple pull-ups but he didn't really think he would.
The shorter male finally quits his practicing.
"I'm still strong," he says as he walks over to Wilbur.
Wilbur really wants to challenge him but he isn't actually sure he could win.
"This place is kinda weird," Quackity says as he sits on one of the old benches. "It's like an alternate world."
"Yeah, a bit," the other assassin agrees.
"Are we allowed to be down here?" Quackity asks.
"It's not specified," Wilbur shrugs.
"Hmm..." Quackity starts scanning for hidden cameras. Soon he determines that it's safe and drops his sudden worry.
"Do you want to try anything?" he asks.
"I mean, you could always try the bench press," Wilbur suggests.
"You just want to look down at me as I do it," Quackity accuses.
"Nahhh," Wilbur replies. "Why would I ever want to do that?"
"Free looks at me, I dunno," Quackity replies.
"I love free looks at you," Wilbur grins as he teases.
Quackity slowly slides off his shirt. The taller male is about to freak out because he thinks he's about to see his partner shirtless, but Quackity has a black tank top under it.
"Why do you have..."
"In case I get too hot in bed," Quackity replies before he can even finish his question.
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Assassin Au - Tnt Duo
Fanfiction"Ah shit, I missed the real target." Wilbur works for an agency that kills people, particularly rich people. But while on a mission when he almost dies, he is saved by someone with a very accurate shot. He meets another assassin from a different ag...
