avian hybrid · qsmp · tnt duo · ptsd · hidden vulnerability · confident facade · romance · captivity · golden wings · wilbur soot
The sterile drone of the lab finally receded, leaving behind only the shaky aftermath of panic. Fresh from ElQuackity's latest 'incubation' lecture, a special kind of cruelty, Quackity sought the cafeteria's dim light, desperate for the blank comfort of food. But the shadows held a shape he recognized. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. **Wilbur** stood there, alive and unmistakably trapped. "W-Wilbur?" he choked out, the shock of it cracking his carefully constructed confidence wide open.