QUACKITY POV:
"THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I slammed my fists onto the glass table, making a couple papers and items fall off my office desk.
we were at a meeting with purpled, slime, fundy and tubbo. it couldn't be anymore humiliating.
"a-are we still talking about dream?-" fundy asked hesitantly, and I gave him a glare, in which he quickly shrank back into his seat. The events from last night with wilbur replayed in his mind a million times, thanks to him. Quackity had been cranky and furious all morning. not that he wasn't already everyday.
FLASHBACK
"how soothing, kudos to you for calling me handsome though, i think your rather disgusting too." and with a whip of his trench coat, he'd left.
END OF FLASHBACK
who the fuck did wilbur think he was? god his shit was confusing as hell.
the others seem to had forgotten about quackity's humiliating lash out, and had been caught up with the drama about dream. Guess it wouldn't hurt to talk about it too. Get my mind off that son of a bitch.
I raised a hand, stopping all conversation "look. I think we should go to phils' i mean, his village is fucking huge, plus tommys there." I said to them, and they nodded in agreement
"slime, hate to ask this of you, do you mind taking care of las nevadas for awhile?" i asked him, and he blinked a few times and then smiled "sure no problem quackity from las nevadas!"
i sighed, that boy still hadn't stopped calling him that, even when I told him around 50 times to call me alex.
"im actually gonna stay behind too." purpled spoke up "i want to work on my ufo.." he said quietly
i nodded and gave him permission to, while tubbo and fundy both agreed to go with me, after all. wilbur wasn't there.
"alright, fundy, tubbo, we're leaving in the morning tomorrow, no time to waste. purpled, slime, if anything happens, contact me immediately." I ordered, and each of them left, until there was only one.
fundy.
"didn't i make myself clear?" i said to him, clearly a bit annoyed by now, quackity hated it when people didn't do what he said.
"l- can I talk to you?" I raised an eyebrow and he panicked "i know we're not on the best of terms! but please. I really do need to talk to you." he practically begged
I sighed and nodded silently, he gave me a hopeful expression and we sat at the round rable, where I usually held my meetings with the members.
"did something happen between you and um- my da- wilbur." he stuttered the last part, grunting while saying his dad's name.
"he's just annoying, but that's just him usually. I swear, its okay fundy. I don't give a fuck about him, if that cheers you up." I laughed pitifully, wilbur had been a total asshole and terrible father to fundy anyways, he deserved it.
he chuckled a bit but gave me a sad expression "I saw him with this- this- little girl that looked oddly like him! She had curly brown hair- circular glasses and a nice yellow spring uniform! she looked so much like him.. so I- i thought you'd know about it." he rambled on, he sniffled between his words and coughed a bit.
I felt sudden pity for the boy, he knew that feeling. Fundy felt like he was being replaced. By his own father. "Fundy- I understand. But may I ask? Why did you ask me this?" I questioned him, giving him a raised eyebrow
his brows furrowed and he sobbed "I- you- I saw you two kissing yesterday. I just- I don't know quackity. I'm so sorry." he got up to leave but I stood up and shouted "Fundy. It's not what you think it was." I gave him a serious tone.
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.