Another Week
Wilbur is getting more and more anxious as time goes by, Quackity is seeing him slowly deteriorate in real time. It started a while ago and it is slowly getting worse. His partner isn’t as talkative anymore; the teases have slowly stopped unless they are prompted in some way. Most of the time Wilbur just wants to hold him silently for hours on end.
The commander determines that missions will begin again, so far no one has gotten hurt. She will probably bring back more dangerous missions soon.
There’s still not any news on traitors being found, or the information being taken back.
Quackity is sitting in the bathroom procrastinating a shower right now. He doesn’t really want to stand under the water for a while.
The commander seems to be losing her cool. She has started roaming the halls for some reason with two of her guards; the ones that always manhandle Quackity everywhere. It’s a bit weird to see their leader pacing the hallways. Sometimes she asks the two where they are going when they head off for the weight room. Wilbur always says the training center.
Eventually Quackity decides on a bath instead. He starts to fill the tub, tapping his foot as he waits.
“Quackityyyy,” Wilbur’s voice calls softly through the door.
“Yeah?” the shorter male calls back.
“What are you doing?” Wilbur asks.
“A bath,” Quackity replies.
There’s a small snicker.
“Don’t you dare call it childish or I’ll ignore you the whole dayyy,” Quackity threatens teasingly.
“Nothing, was just thinking of making a joke about joining you,” Wilbur calls. “Have a good bath dear!”
Quackity shakes his head with a smile, but when he looks in the mirror he sees that he’s blushing some.
“Stop that you dumbass,” he grumbles to himself.
The assassin starts to undress for his bath, even taking off the eyepatch. He stares at himself in the mirror for a bit, studying how he looks.
“Hmm... I probably need to eat more,” he murmurs.
Quackity steps into the bath, sinking down in the warm water. It feels really nice and he is glad that he chose this.
The bath continues to fill as he sits in the tub; it'll be a bit before it’s done.
He starts to wash his hair gently, it’s not looking too bad but he thinks that he might as well wash it anyways.
Quackity gently runs a finger over the scarred tissue on his cheek. He wishes that he could be braver in taking off his eyepatch, he has only done it twice for Wilbur, maybe he will do it today.
It’s nice to be free from the fabric covering his eye, sometimes it can feel a bit annoying to have the weight of the eyepatch there. Maybe someday he can get surgery or treatment to make the scar fade; he still thinks it ruins his face.
The assassin leans back in the bath, washing the shampoo out of his hair.
“Quackity?” Wilbur suddenly calls from outside, breaking the calm silence.
“Yeah?” Quackity calls back.
“Can I grab something from the bathroom?” the other man asks.
“No way you perv,” Quackity teases him.
“I won’t look, I promise!” Wilbur exclaims.
Quackity looks down in the water, trying to see if anything is noticeable. He’s all good... it’s probably fine.
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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...
