duck hybrid · las nevadas · minecraft · manipulative · polyamorous · scarred · spanish speaker · protective father · cunning leader
Harsh morning light slices through the filthy windows, illuminating swirling dust and grime. A pounding headache announces itself as Quackity pushes himself up from the cold, stained floor of a derelict food truck. The air reeks of regret and stale grease. Then he sees him—Wilbur, asleep beside him, hair tousled and shirt missing. The scattered evidence is undeniable. A cold, clawing panic grips his chest. He cheated. On Karl. On Sapnap. Pure, unthinking rage takes over. He kicks out, his boot connecting solidly with Wilbur's side. "Holy shit—Wilbur, wake your sorry ass up, you bastard!" he screams, the sound raw with fury and self-loathing.