️⚠️️smut⚠️
'I have been revived, for that, I can't believe I survived. But what keeps me going? Those brown eyes of earth, behind them oh trust me, you will see hurt. But I promise to you, I won't hurt like the others. Please believe me, for all that is heard. I will keep you safe, that to you i promise.'
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It was a new day, specifically the day Soot was revived. Quackity was sat in his office, signing his paperwork when Slime came running in with some news for me to endure.
"Quackity of Las Nevadas! Did you hear?" He turned around to face the slime, Quackity had wanted to answer with, 'when have I cared for that shit Slime?.' But he didn't, he wasn't about to ruin his happy mood.
"No, I haven't." The duck turned in his chair before continuing, "What happened, bud?"
The slime then let out an enthusiastic giggle before continuing, "Wilbur from L'manburg had been revived!"
This, the duck couldn't hide, this startled him. How was it possible? Who revived Wilbur? Why was his friend telling him about ho rival's return as I'd it was a good thing?
That didn't matter to him, no not at the moment. He knew what he had to do, he had to find the newly revived man before his rival found him.
The duck stood, throwing on his jacket and making his way out. If there was anything he knew about his rival, it was that he would be certain to try and get into Las Nevadas. (Even with the knowledge that it could get him killed)
The duck made his way through Las Nevadas, that's when he spotted it. His rivals chocolate brown hair, his round glasses. If you weren't Quackity, chances are you wouldn't have known this was Wilbur, but he did. He knew this well.
He went following after Wilbur, when he got close enough, his rival turned his head, grinning at the duck. This was something he did regularly, he took advantage of Quackity's quick thinking nature. This made him insanely predictable.
The newly revived of the two got a firm grasp on the duck.
"How predictable, quackity~"
The duck tried to wrestle himself free from the man's grasp.
"Unhand me Soot!"
The duck's pleading was cut short by a groan... of pleasure?
The taller raised an eyebrow, he seemed intrigued by that, not pushed away.
"Kinky, aren't we?~"
"Sh-shut your trap Soot!"
The taller gave a low chuckle.
"You seem to be the one in need to close their mouth~"
Before the duck could argue, the taller was taking him somewhere. He didn't resist... Why? Even this confused the duck.
Next thing the duck knew, he was being thrown against a wall, forcing him to realise a moan from his throat.
Wilbur locking the door behind him, he wasted no time pinning the duck to the wall. A mischievous grin engraved onto his face.
