TILL DREAM DO US PART| TNT DUO/QUACKBUR

fundy's jealously [21]

he sobbed even harder "Ever since my- sally- my mother had disappeared wilbur's been doing nothing but drooling over you! He hasn't even visited me once! ONCE! All the times hes been here is to see you! NOT ONCE DID HE EVER BOTHER TO EVEN LOOK AT ME!" he let out everything he clutched inside his heart and gripped his shirt tightly

I almost felt bad for the man. but- wilbur had been thinking about him? fuck. not the time quackity. Fundys literally balling his eyes out.

"Fundy- I-" he didn't let me finish "NO! You don't understand! I see the way my dad looks at you! He's obviously obsessed with you or some shit! It seems like mom has literally disappeared from his life ever since he saw you!"

fuck. had quackity just messed up an entire family? it wasn't even his fucking fault. now he was pissed.

and when quackity was pissed, he says things he shouldn't. "WELL! I can't fucking control how wilbur feels about me! Plus its that fuckhead who kissed me in the first place! I think you should get your own shit back togeth-" I shot back but Fundy's eyes widened, the tears stopping

"im sorry. i knew you wouldn't understand. It was wrong of me to come here. I'm sorry again." he wiped his tears on his jacket

"fundy- I-" i reached for him but me gave me a weak smile and slammed the door, i could hear his angry footsteps fading

what the hell had he just gotten himself into? solving family drama? heck no.

damn it. fuck yes.
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WILBUR POV:

while the little ducky was currently planning his genius plan to get fundy and wilbur to talk to eachother again, wilbur had been dealing with his own war.

god! I had to visit dream for like what? The 50th time in a row this week? Dream had been planning shit for weeks and hadn't told him a single thing! Just dryass answers like "yes" or "okay."

he missed quackity. it sounded pathetic, but he really did miss him. more than the feeling of his soft lips of course. wilbur pulled out another cigar, he'd been running out lately, even when wilbur kept around 10 packs on him weekly.

Dream had sure chosen the shit spot to meet up today, he wanted to meet up near tubbo and ranboo's residence, weird. but hey, who was he to judge?

and of course, there dream was, I could see he had more armour and items recently, but alot more scars and bruises came with that too.

"I'm gonna kill that bitch today." he smiled sickly and his voice came out deep and dry like he hadn't drank water for weeks

"Wow dream, sure being really damn specific right here, there's alot of bitches in this server." I rolled my eyes, he scoffed

"you know who, quackity." he said

Everything felt like it was crashing on him, but of course, wilbur knew how to fake things.

"oh that slut, of course, he's an easy target." I rolled my eyes, but my stomach felt his huge twist inside, it felt like there was a literal hole inside of me

"how'd you plan on killing him?" I questioned.

he glanced at me suspiciously and I gave him my most sweet- totally not psychotic smile and he answered "I'm going a little more creative. you're little friend may be a big use." with that last word, he walked away. leaving wilbur in shambles

fuck fuck fuck. he needed to warn quackity! that's stupid wilbur. let him die. no! jesus.

wilbur felt like he was having a literal crisis. No. He couldn't let quackity distract him from his goals. Dream was more important right?! I had to!

tommy. he- no- I can't let him distract me from what's important.

Dream is.

what the hell? who the heck?-

Dream is. You know it.

No! Stop it.

Dream is.

shut the actual fuck up! im not trying to deal with this! I know him I owe him a favor- i owe him my life and all but-

dream is. He revived you. You owe him your entire life.

i do- but tommy and ranboo, tubbo and quackity!

can't you see? Tommy doesn't care about you. heck, he doesn't even talk to you for more than a minute. he prefers even quackity over you.

i- of course. he does. ive been a shit to him. but qua-

you know he doesn't give a single shit about you right? You could die right here and he could just scoff and leave.

he wouldn't.

he would. dream is more important. you need power. you need your own country again. you can't be a worthless nobody wilbur.

I- you're right. DREAM IS MORE IMPORTANT.

I felt shredded on the inside, the fuck? who- I- needed to get to quackity.

little did wilbur know, dream was about to crush that little brothers of his to pieces of cement and wilbur didn't know a single thing about it.