c!Wilbur says his farewell to c!Quackity before he left. [Some people might have written the same concept but this is just for fun and sillyness✓]

Wilbur was tired of being a hero. He liked to believe that he was a good hero, but being a good hero wasn't enough. It was never enough. Always compared to his twin brother, the golden child of the Minecraft Hero Family. Wilbur lived in Techno's shadow. He hated it so much and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He wanted to be seen for who he was. He was Wilbur goddamn Minecraft, and he refused to let himself be a side note in someone else's story. Villains had one right; the right to choose a nemesis. A thesis to their anti-thesis. A rival. His subordinates always questioned why he chose Magpie. He never bothered to explain. He had met the hero once, and that was all it took. The eldest of the Minecraft children was so much more than anyone realized. There was a deep running fury hidden under his mask. The hero was fast approaching his breaking point. That, is why Quackity chose him. Wilbur Minecraft was going to fall soon, and he was going to fall hard. And Quackity would be right there waiting, ready to catch his songbird when he did. (Art belongs to @smimsalted who is a part of my Discord server and deserves all the love for this amazing piece!)

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

The sex is easy. It's the morning after that's hard ///

Warning: mentions of heavily triggering topics "Twinkle, twinkle little star. I'll help you end your sufferings Cut your wrist and let it bleed A gun over your head, pull the trigger Twinkle, twinkle little star Once you're gone, I'll be with you" Quackity once lived a simple life, a life when he was still "normal" and happy. When he witnessed his own mother's death, he believed that her 'ghost' haunts him, slowly mentally torturing him. Yet it was all in his mind. 'She' wasn't real. She never was He knew. And he wanted her gone. What happens if he met up with a doctor who isn't what he seemed to be. A psycopath who murders without anyone acknowledge. He thought that he could help him.. Or maybe not.

"If I wanted access to your nation's secrets, I would have already seduced them out of you," he growls, hating the clear excitement in Wilbur's eyes. "I wouldn't be kneeling on your doorstep, begging for sanctuary from the man who destroyed my career, and my body with it." A lazy smile tugs at the older man's lips, revealing canines just this side of sharp for a human. "There he is. Alexis Quackity, the illustrious, hot-headed prodigy with an unmatched talent for finding the right words." OR Alex Quackity escapes Schlatt, Wilbur is intense when it comes to his feelings, and this turned into a way longer project than I anticipated.