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!)

"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 agency, something he's never known of before. Of course seeing how skilled and attractive the other assassin is, he can't really just let him go... Quackity works for a different agency that wants to be better than all the rest, that means more missions and more training, most importantly: more rich. It takes a very long time to get up in the ranks and he has proven his worth there. But when tasked to kill a particularly dangerous assassin, he makes a few unwise decisions that he thinks are good... until he gets captured.