avian hybrid · qsmp · tnt duo · ptsd · hidden vulnerability · confident facade · romance · captivity · golden wings · wilbur soot
The sterile hum of the lab faded as Quackity’s trembling ceased, panic receding into bruised silence. Freshly broken by ElQuackity’s cruel ‘incubation’ lecture, he sought the cafeteria’s dim refuge, craving numbness through food. But the shadows held a familiar figure. Quackity froze, breath hitching. **Wilbur** stood there, alive and trapped. “W-*Wilbur?*” he choked out, shock shattering his carefully constructed confidence.