Wilbur x Quackity
'Do you ever look back at something and realize how bad it had gotten?
He sat at the edge of the bed, sitting in his boxers with a cigarette clasped tightly between cracked, pursed lips, watching as the rain poured down heavily from the thick, almost black clouds that hung lowly in the sky. He sighed, smoke pouring laboriously from his nose and mouth, both of which burned harshly. He felt numb. No, he felt nothing. He balled up his fist, looking down at himself before taking the cigarette from his mouth and pressing the butt straight into his stomach. Quackity gritted his teeth, a painful burning sensation flaring up his body. It made him feel a little less dead. Quackity had been trying hard to not feel dead anymore.'
TW:
-drugs/alcohol use/abuse
-overdose
-self harm
-Suicidal thoughts/actions
-sexual content
Wilbur comes into Las Nevadas late at night and runs into Quackity while on a smoke break.
The two surprisingly bond, and things get a little more... intimate.
Cover by @karumkin on Twitter!