Drunk. || QUACKBUR

Chapter Six.

Quackity's breath hitched in his throat as he struggled to believe his eyes. This must be an illusion, a manipulation. Another one of his mind games. There's no way-

"Quackity, darling. Oh how I've missed you." His voice was suggestive, which only made Quackity loath him even more.

"Schlatt." Quackity mumbled his name. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He repeated, desperate for an answer.
"I'm here to see you silly! I think the last time we saw each other, everything got heated and that wasn't supposed to happen. I just wanted to apologise so we can go back to normal." Schlatt said with a lob-sided grin. His voice was filled with sarcasm and deception, and thankfully Quackity knew this. Maybe this time two years ago he would've believed Schlatt and forgave him, but not now. Now, Quackity knows better.

"Normal? You want things to go back to normal? What the fuck is 'normal' with you Schlatt?!" Quackity raised his voice slowly, "You physically and Mentally abused-"
"Quackity from Las Nevadas?" Slime appeared out of no where, worried for Quackity.
"Ah- Slime.." Quackity turned around to face his friend awkwardly, "Wh-What is it you need?"

Schlatt crossed his arms as he sent death glares Slime's way as he spoke.
"Well- After you left your office your phone started ringing... And you can be mad because this might be overstepping your boundaries but.. I looked who it was and I thought you would've wanted me to answer it.. So I did. It was Wilbur, Sir." Slime said, looking at the floor shamefully.
"Wait- Wilbur called me? And you answered? Wh-What did he say?" Quackity took a few steps towards Slime, very invested in this conversation. He couldn't help but smile slightly at the situation.

"He said he wanted to see you, so I said he could come. He is on his way sir." Slime mumbled, unsure if Quackity was going to be mad.

It was silent for a few moments until Quackity clocked it.
"WILBUR IS ON HIS WAY HERE? NOW?" He shouted, making Slime flinch.
"You're friends with Wilbur Soot?" Schlatt said, this specific topic spiking his interests.
"Uhm- yeah kinda." Quackity glanced back at Schlatt, then quickly averted his gaze back to Slime, who just nodded silently.
"Slime you can go."
"But sir-"
"Slime, leave." Quackity insisted.

"Fuck." Quackity thought. Wilbur can't see Schlatt here, who knows what would happen. "Schlatt you have to go."
"What? No, i'm not going anywhere. I'm here to fix our relationship sweetheart." Schlatt protested, not seeming to understand.
"Schlatt. Get the fuck out of my city while you're still able to." Quackity growled, clenching his fists.

Schlatt laughed. He fucking laughed. Quackity couldnt help but feel small as Schlatt begun to pin him against the corner, holding both of the duck's hands and pinning them above his head. With Schlatt's spare hand he traced Quackity's bottom lip with his thumb,
"You're ever so pretty. Shame you're personality is utter shit." He said before slapping Quackity across the face aggresively.

Quackity's head flung to the side as his cheek begun to burn up.
"FUCK!" Quackity groaned, his breath heavy.
"I will fucking end you. Don't think that I won't."  Schlatt whispered as he slapped him again, but this time on the other cheek. Quackity let out a scream as his eyes slammed shut.

"Quackity..?" An unexpected voice spoke from behind them. Schlatt's head spun round, but not has fast as Quackity's, since he knew exactly who it was. The intimidating man grinned when he saw who had interrupted them. Schlatt let both his hands free and the boy dropped to his knee's as Schlatt glared at Wilbur.

"Well, well, well." Schlatt smirked when he fixated his eyes on Wilbur's.
"What the fuck, Schlatt? You're not supposed to be here." Wilbur barked out, his knuckle's clenching, ready to pounce at any moment.
"Well neither are you. I would've never guessed you and my boyfriend would become friends." Schlatt forced a laugh.
"You're boyfriend? You wish." Wilbur returned the laughter, although he didn't anything about this even remotely funny.

"Schlatt... please.. don't hurt him..." Quackity choked out, glancing up at his ex.
"Awh, do you care about him?" Schlatt grinned mercilessly. "Should've forgiven me when I asked, anything that happens to your new bestie is because of you."

"Schlatt get the fuck out of here. Nobody wants you here, especially not Quackity." Wilbur took a step forward, his veins popping out his hands as he clenched his fist even harder.
"Wilbur walk away. I mean it." Schlatt bent his neck to one side and the knuckle cracked, which all three of the boys heard.
"I'm alright here, thanks." Wilbur said, walking forward quickly and ragging onto Schlatt's collar.

He swung his tight fist into the right side of his jaw, forcing Schlatt's face to the side as blood poured out of his mouth instantly.  Quackity flinched as Schlatt only just caught himself, managing to pull his body back up and towards Wilbur, and then did the exact same thing to him, but Wilbur couldn't catch himself. His side slammed into the floor as he let out a groan. Schlatt spat more blood onto the white marble floors and pranced up to Wilbur.

But he was quickly yanked back when someone pulled onto his hair, "I SAID, DONT HURT HIM!" Quackity screamed as he punched Schlatt two times repeatedly in the stomach, the bearded man flinched every time he was hit.
"FUCK!" Schlatt wasn't happy. He was going to kill Quackity. "You're going to regret that bitch." He said as he pushed Quackity back and kicked him in the crotch, forcing the Mexican to clench his jaw in pain.

Then Wilbur finally got himself up from the floor and threw, yet another, punch at the abusive ex-boyfriend of his lover. Wilbur's manic smile shining, one that he would only wear when something catastrophic was going to happen. A smile that he hadn't worn since he had blown up his own country. Wilbur knew what was going to happen today.

He was going to kill Schlatt.

Another punch was thrown, and then another, which was also followed by yet another. And luckily, all of these punches were being thrown by Wilbur to Schlatt, which is exactly what the insane brunette wanted.

As the punches became more significant, Quackity couldn't help but get worried.
"Wilbur thats- thats enough.." He mumbled, but was ignored as Wilbur began to shove Schlatt again, and then he head-butted the prick. "WILBUR!" Quackity shouted, causing Wil to freeze and watch Schlatt fall to the floor. He was unconscious, unless something worse had happened..

Quackity quickly ran to Wilbur's side and took his hand, forcing the taller boy to contain eye-contact with him.
"Wilbur! Look at me!" He screamed. "What the fuck was that?! You could've killed him, if you haven't already!" He screamed. Wilbur didn't respond, he just stared at Quackity, and then averted his gaze to the bruised and bleeding knuckles of his free hand.
"Wilbur! Wilbur answer me you... you fucking maniac!" Quackity's eyes grew heavy.

Seeing Wilbur like this was scary, to say the least. Quackity always knew that Wilbur isn't very stable, but he could've killed Jschlatt. And yes, he is a fucking bitch but Quackity doesn't want anyone to die! Not even his biggest mistake.

"Wilbur... Come on lets just go to my room, okay..?" Quackity whispered, starring into his brown eyes.
"No." Wilbur finally spoke.
"What?"
"No, I can't- I.. I nearly killed him Quackity! Fuck I can't be here with you. I need to go." He said, pulling his hand out of the ducklings grasp.

He began to walk away with his eyes fixated on the floor.
"Wilbur wait!" Quackity shouted after the boy, but wasn't met with an answer. And now, Quackity was left with an unconcious, close to dead, Jschlatt.

Quackity kneeled down, starring at his chest to try see if he was still breathing, which he thankfully was. He got back up to his feet and began dialling a familiar number, a number of someone who could help and fix this.

"Come on... answer!" Quackity mumbled to himself as he heard the phone ring.

"Hello?"

"SAPNAP!"

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