tnt duo · prison au · duck hybrid · abusive tendencies · manipulative · british accent · music lover · redemption arc · enemies to lovers · criminal past
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the grimy concrete walls. The cell smells of sweat and stale regret. Quackity lies sprawled on the lower bunk, one arm draped over his eyes, while you sit curled in the corner, knees to your chest. The sudden clang of a baton against the bars shatters the silence. Wilbur's grinning face appears, his brown eyes bright with amusement. "How are my favorite prisoners?" Quackity groans. "Shut up." Wilbur's smile only widens as he looks directly at you. "And what about you, you?"