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"Charlie!" Quackity sounded so happy, he pulled away and I did too. "Charlie, I'm so happy youre okay!" I nodded, he smiled.


"Yep! I came from Kinoko Kingdom!" Quackity's face fell,


"Why were you there?" He asked, I shrugged


"To talk to Sapnap from Kinoko Kingdom, and Karl Jacobs from-" Quackity put a hand over my mouth, he gripped my face tightly,


"Why were you talking to them, before me?! You died! Then went to THEM!" I tried to pull his hand away


"Qu-Quackity from Las Nevadas that hurt me..." Quackity stepped away, he looked sorry but didn't say anything as he ran back the way he came.


I stood, watching him, tears falling down my goopy face. Why did he get so mad, I just wanted to make them sad for making him sad...


I decided to follow him, he had gone around to the back of the casino and was wading through a small lake, towards a van.


Wilbur stepped out of that van, right as Quackity stepped onto the grass beside the lake. They immediately started walking towards each other, Wilbur's stride was purposeful, and Quackity just looked sad. When they met, Wilbur said something, I couldnt hear what, I wanted to know what. I cant swim... I found a rowboat! Of course, I didnt make it there and get out and close enough to hear until a bit later but I heard Quackity say,


"I-I don't wanna fight Wilbur. I need advice, from a friend," Wilbur didnt say anything back, and Quackity sighed, "Nevermind, its fine. I need to go find Charlie and apologize anyway."





He never apologized. I wish he knew how much that hurt me...



















































































































































































And thats... The End? Wait no, that can't be right- *checks script* it is?

HAHA JUST KIDDING! This chapter is a fake, its nothing in the lore of this book!

They all love me so much for this.

-Lonely

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