~+ 𝕊𝕙𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕖 𝕌𝕡 +~
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  • Time 4h 5m
  • Reads 56,206
  • Votes 1,625
  • Parts 30
  • Time 4h 5m
Ongoing, First published Jun 08, 2022
Mature
Quackity and Wilbur were always fighting. He didn't like Wilbur because the stupid brit would be lovey dovey around Quackity 24/7. Plus, Wilbur 
isn't even allowed in Las Nevadas (Quackity's presidential country) because he'd blow it up if he got the chance. Well, that's what Quackity thought. 
Quackity never really enjoyed Wilbur's company, but deep inside he sort of did. Usually Quackity 'd worried whenever Wilbur wouldn't show up at the usual time he did.
 But, then again, they "hate" each other, they're rivals! Wilbur has a hamburger van he calls Paradise, with his coworker, Ranboo, While Quackity had the Casino Restaurant. Wilbur usually decided to give it a little "space" anytime he saw it.
One day though, they got locked in a room together by Conner and had to deal with each others shenanigans for an entire day.

~ Warnings ~ 

Violence//Blood detail//Weapons//

Angst//Death//Flashbacks//Yelling//Fighting//Nightmares

Fluff

AND MUCH WRITING PROGRESSION, at the start... It's a little wonky.
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