Wilbur struggled his whole life with overwhelming expectations. He felt as though he would never be good enough, he felt like a screw up. When screw up meets screw up, can they fix each other? Or will they just become a dumpster fire of trauma? This is my attempt at writing first person, I strongly prefer writing thi...
quackity was having one of his 'normal' nights, getting yelled at by his dad and sobbing into his pillow after. but this time, he got a call from someone trying to talk to him about something random. he cried and told his story to the person and they listened. the mystery man soon to be named as wilbur asked for quack...
Wilbur gets drunk one day and finds himself stumbling into a familiar city, with a familiar owner. The one and only Quackity from Las Nevadas.
❝ᴀʟᴇx, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs.❞ ❝ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ ᴀs ᴍᴇsᴍᴇʀɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏʀᴇ.❞ ꒰📚꒱ 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜. ¡! ❞ ╰┈➤ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ & ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ xxᴅᴏɴɢᴋᴀsᴇᴜ @ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ♯ 𝑰𝐍 𝑾𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ; ᴀʟᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʙᴜʀ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴀʟᴇx's ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴇx ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟᴇx. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ...