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Wilbur didn’t know why he was letting Quackity drag him back to Las Nevadas. Maybe it was because he had already missed his chance of dying as the sun rose. Maybe it's because Quackity’s hand tightly grasping his wrist was the most physical contact he's had for a while.
Maybe it's because he wanted to go back to Las Nevadas with Quackity.
No. No that's ridiculous. He was supposed to hate Quackity.
Well. He was supposed to hate him.
He didn’t really.
He actually enjoyed being around Quackity. Their rivalry provided him with some sense of comfort and normality.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as Quackity pushed open the door to…the casino?
“Why are we at the casino?” Wilbur looked around at the fancy building in front of him.
“Because this is the most functional place. I would normally send you to the hotel, but you can’t be trusted alone right now.” Quackity dragged Wilbur into the casino. It was an impressive sight. The glowstone lighting against the red carpet was giving Wilbur a headache though.
Wilbur paid attention to his surroundings as they walked through the massive casino. He never knew when he would need to escape.
That was a habit he picked up from Pogtopia. Techno advised him to always be on alert, and he was. He would sleep in his boots, never knowing when he would have to jump out of bed and run. Never knew when there would be an attack. Never knew if Tommy was in danger.
Wilbur hated Pogtopia.
He’s probably going to hate the casino as well.
They passed through the hallways, take a left turn, then a right, then another left, Wilbur can’t help but wonder what would happen next. Would he be trapped here? Stuck in this overwhelming casino, always under the watchful eye of Quackity?
They stopped in front of a door with a spade above it. “We’re here.” Quackity took a key that was hung from around his neck to twist the lock and open the door.
As Quackity opened the door, Wilbur’s eyes stung from how expensive everything looked. There was gold everywhere. Even Technoblade, a literal piglin hybrid, did not have this much gold.
Wilbur’s eyes scanned the new area. He had expected it to be a tight single room, but it seemed to be an entire apartment.
“Why the hell do you have this in a casino?” Wilbur asked the duck hybrid. It was a quite large place. Far more than he deserved.
“If there’s special guests that need something better than one of the rooms at the hotel,” Quackity glanced back at Wilbur. “Or in this case, an idiot who’s a danger to himself, I’ll give them one of these.”
They both walked into the extravagant living area. There was a kitchen, a living room, a separate room that was a bedroom, and a bathroom.
“I’ll, uh…get Foolish to look after you or something.” Quackity looked at Wilbur expectantly. Was he supposed to say something? Of course he is, why else would Quackity look at him like that. What the hell is he supposed to say? “Yeah thanks for not letting me kill myself”? Fuck that.
“Okay.” That wasn’t much better. If Quackity brings this up later Wilbur will just blame it on his head not working right. Gods, he wishes he wouldn’t have to worry about a later.
“Take a damn shower or something. I don’t need anyone seeing you and thinking we just let random homeless people in here. I’ll get you spare clothes.” Quackity passed Wilbur and walked out of the room. Wilbur didn’t look behind him, but he could hear the door close followed by the soft sound of Quackity locking the door.
Right. Of course he was trapped in here. Why did he expect anything different.
He wasn’t a guest, he was a prisoner.
He sighed and made his way to the bathroom. It has been a while since he’s showered. Having a shower is a luxury on this server. Of course, it makes sense why Quackity can afford so many. He is stupidly rich after all. The only time Wilbur can shower is when he visits Techno and Phil.
Wilbur closed the bathroom door behind him and locked the door. Quackity said he was going to get him spare clothes, but how the hell would Wilbur be able to change into them? Whatever. That’s something to worry about after he showers.
Wilbur pulled the lever to get warm water to start pouring into the confined space of the shower. His eyes drifted to the mirror above the sink.
There in the foggy reflection, was himself.
Gods he was disgusting.
He shook his head. Hopefully the shower can calm his thoughts. He’d rather not be moody the whole damn night.