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"What?"

Villain Wilbur Hero Q.

!CW!:
• Death
• blood
• fighting
• screaming
• Heros and villains
• begging
• silence.
• sobbing
• genuine hurt emotion.
• emotional

Let's go!

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Another call.
3 calls in one day?
Jesus, Apollo really wasn't giving up today.

There were 2 calls of Apollo, Blackbird, and Scythe terrorising different places, one being far too close to the Hero Headquarters for comfort.

Each time, Spades had been out alongside Prime and Flame, despite the fact that he held a rather high dislike for both men.

This time, he went out with Timestruck and 303, heading over to the hospital where the supposed action was, expecting to see the other 3 villains that had been dicking about the other calls.

But.. it was just Apollo..

And he had his hands up.

“303, Timestruck, go back.”

Spades spat, glaring at the two beside him.

“But Spades, Who knows what tricks he's got up his sleeve?”

Timestruck complained, pointing at the dangerous man across from him.

“It'll be my fault, Fuck off.”
“Good luck, Spades," 303 muttered, gesturing for him and Timestruck to leave.
Timestruck huffed but left anyways.

“Apollo.”
“Spades.”

Spades narrowed his eyes, his jester mask's eyes following his movement.

“Why are you here? You gonna pull some trick and kill me?”

“Oh, Spades, My darling, You know i don't play that dirty.” Apollo chuckled softly, his dark blue circle glasses concealing his eyes, however his smirk was left uncovered.

“Apoll- Your mask!? Why do you only have your glasses on!?”
Spades began to panic, fearing he shouldn't be seeing so much of his face.
“Don't worry, I'm revealing just as much as I'd like to.”

Spades slowly nodded and gulped.

Without any warning, Spades shot forward and landed a sharp hit to Apollo's jaw and stomach, however was thrown back across the roof as Apollo retaliated.

He yelped loudly and tried to get up, but was forced back down with a heavy push to his abdomen.

"OwH-" Spades cried out, multiple punches landing to his stomach.

When Apollo pulled away, Spades stood up, his breathing heavy yet raspy, chest heaving, and a slight blood splatter on his mask and clothing.

He whimpered quietly in agony, throwing a weak punch to Apollo's nose, and a kick to his crotch.

But, again, before he knew it, he was on the floor, sobs escaping his mouth from pain while kicks and hits were carelessly used all over his already weak and tired body.

“Apollo..”

His name snapped Apollo out of his little trance.

“Spades.”

“I-I'm..”

His words cut out.

And he.. stopped moving.

His chest..
stopped rising shakily...

Apollo's breath hitched.

“Spades?”
He shoved his shoulder.
“Spades, Fight back.”
He slapped his mask, which he knew would press into his face.
“Spades! Get up, for fucks sake!!”
Apollo shouted, his voice getting shaky.

But.. He just didn't get up.

Apollo quickly grabbed him, picked him up and carried him to a more covered and secluded building's roof.

He slowly removed Spade's mask, peering at the bloody face, only to feel himself tear up.
He removed his own glasses and pressed his forehead against his.

Apollo looked at the back of Spade's mask, and despite the blood stain, he could see the name 'Quackity' carved into the hard material.

“Quackity..” He muttered.

“My name is Wilbur..”

He allowed tears to fall down his cheeks, and he once again leaned close to press his forehead against Quackity's.

“I.. I thought you'd be stronger.. Why weren't you stronger!?”

Wilbur sobbed loudly, stroking Quackity's hair with gentle motions, running his fingers through it.

Soon, a funeral was held for the funeral, and Wilbur attended.

He at first arrived without his mask, looking like a regular man who was old friends with the Hero, but left to dress up and pay his respects as Apollo.
Surprisingly, Scythe and Blackbird accompanied him, and the trio wasn't actually bothered by Heroes and arrested, instead they were thanked for their respect.

For the rest of the month, the villains were silent.

Not a sound.

Not a word.

Not even an appearance.

Wilbur eventually became far less willing  to involve himself in fights, permanently feeling the sense of guilt that Quackity's death was his fault, his weakness, his fault, his tiredness, all his fault.

It was almost as if.. he felt incomplete without the weekly fight with Spade.

He should've gotten to know Spade more, outside of fights. Asked for his identity and gave him his.

“I.. I thought you were stronger. Why weren't you stronger!?”

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Mb was feeling angsty

Ily sm, take care of yourself, eep, eat, and drink too!!

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