Do you really hate me? (Quackbur)

Chapter forty-two: eye spy with my loving eyes...

Chapter art by: @Aikidork on Twitter

TW: swearing, mention blood. (Lmao dead squirrel pog) (I'm sick and delirious)
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Wilbur pov:

After the end credits were nearly done I nudged Quackity a bit to tell him to move. He sat up with his eyes closed and stretched.

I stood up and started walking to the restroom, why did I even watch that movie..? I don't like horror films! Actually, I make it a mission to not watch them with Tommy and Tubbo now! I'm gonna have nightmares for fucking weeks...

Once I'm in the washroom I shut the door and lock it, turning on the sink for cold water. I look at my self in the mirror while my hands are filling up with the tap water, then I bring the water up and just sink my face in it for a moment. I looked sick, my face looked like it was burning up but I feel totally fine. I hoped it was just warm in the living room but the chilly water didn't help at all. All it did was make me cold.

I dried my face off on the sleeves of my hoodie and unlocked the bathroom door, heading into the kitchen. I just remembered that Quackity still hadn't eaten anything this morning, so I grabbed a plate and cutlery for him. I kept the extras from breakfast in the microwave but when I went to check? Nothing.

Tommy! Come here!

"One second!" He yelled back, and in a beat he was beside me. "What? I was talking to Tubbo,"

Did you put the leftovers somewhere else? I told Quackity I'd get him some breakfast when I got back but we got distracted by that dumb movie...

"Shit... yeah I gave those to Tubbo as well, he loved you and Techs cooking! Has big Q not eaten today? I'm actually sort of worried about him, do you know why he needed all those bandaids? I don't believe 'oh I just fell!' One bit so don't try."

... I'm not sure I should be the one to tell you, maybe wait for if he opens up to you. But anyways- no he doesn't eat much so he'll probably be fine but I just don't want him to starve. It's fine Toms, I'll just offer him some toast or something.

The blonde sighed a bit before he brightened up again, "or you could go out! It's nearly lunch time now so there's gonna be some of the good shit on menus now."

Hmm... yeah, I guess that's fine. Did you and Tubbs want to come with us?

"No, we're gonna play some games on my computer later."

Oh... so it'll just be us two... great...

Alright, well I'll go with him soon then. Thanks for the suggestion Toms.

He laughed a bit to himself before having a smug smile and saying "No problem, brother. Have fun with your date..."

I was caught a bit off guard but still managed to flip him off as he ran out the room. It's not gonna be a date, not at all! We're just gonna be going out together, just the two of us... but that doesn't mean anything! It doesn't mean shit! Right?! Well let's hope he doesn't see it that way and I have to explain 'No! Don't worry, we're just bros being bros!' Cause that just makes me seem like an idiot.

Quackity pov:

I was still sitting on the couch thinking of that movie, it was actually quite a good film. Scary, sure. But it'd be a bad horror film if it wasn't.

I was about to go upstairs and grab my phone but I got a tap on the shoulder, it was Wilbur. The brunette asked me if I wanted to go out for lunch.

sure! Why not?