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What if Quackity found out that the man he was torturing in prison was his and Schlatt's long lost son? What would happen Dream? Just some dose of Dad!Schlatt, Mama!Q, and Son!Dream ^^ (BOOK COVER IS NOT MINE!!!)

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!)

Completed, 22k words. (contains swearing) 'Tommy, are you sure the cat's even around here?' 'First the doubt about it being a street cat and now doubt about it even being here? Do you have any trust in me big man?' Wilbur had barely drifted off before he heard the familiar voice, slowly stretching downwards as two figures arrived in his view. 'Look, there he is!' 'Tommy!' Wilbur's eyes snapped open at the second voice, startled so much that he almost jumped out of the hybrid's arms. He gradually relaxed again once he examined the taller figure, his green and white bucket hat contrasting the solid grey of his wings. 'Phil, you scared him!' The teen exclaimed, holding him tighter as the realisation that Wilbur finally knew his name settled in. 'Tommy, he has a name tag...' 'I know? His name is Soot apparently.' -- Wilbur is a cat hybrid living as a street cat who is adopted by the rest of SBI. Problem is, they think he's only a cat and Wilbur thinks that's all them want him as. SBI centric, Wilbur centric, Hybrid AU. Cross posted on AO3 (same username.)