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“So”
Wilbur began speaking, glancing over towards ranboo
Ranboo was still very visibly on edge, and of course Wilbur was curious.
“What’s gotten you all jumpy?
The split haired teen looked over, eyes wider than normal.
“Uh, nothing in particular. Guess I just know a secret I’m not supposed to know.”
Wilbur hummed, nodding slightly.
“If you aren’t supposed to know, just don’t tell anyone about it. People can’t know that you know unless you tell them”
Ranboo nodded, opening his mouth to say something back.
“WILBUR SOOT MINECRAFT YOU MOTHERFUCKER”
both teens spun around to see a figure, shorter than both of them, -even though that wasn’t something hard to accomplish- angrily speed walking towards them.
“Ah Quackity hello-“
“Ranboo.”
Ranboo cringed inwards slightly at the harshness in his tone, all he had done was say hello.
“Whattya want Quackity, Phil’s taken us all out shopping”
Quackity huffed slightly, glaring daggers up at Wilbur
“I need”
he paused for a moment, switching a glare to Ranboo for a moment
“To talk to you”
Quackity paused again, seeming to consider something.
“And Phil.”
Wilbur glanced over to ranboo, who was watching them silently, gaze steady.
“Big Q We’re out shopping, with *everyone*”
He accented the word, hoping that Quackity got the memo. They couldn’t be delving into things with the youngest three members of the family there.
If ranboo was either confused or suspicious, he didn’t show it.
“Look I get your entire family’s here but this is urgent man.”
Wilbur realized just how hard it was getting to conceal information whenever there was someone who wasn’t meant to know anything around.
“Quackity- goddamnit fine. Ranboo let’s go find the others and I’ll go figure out what the fuck Quackity wants.”
Ranboo nodded, looking between the two.
The way he just stood silently and watched unnerved Wilbur sometimes.
It didn’t take too long to track down Phil, but the other three took a tad longer.
They were eventually located inside of a Claire’s, where it appeared Tommy was trying to pressure Tubbo into an ear piercing. So much for “not going too crazy”
“Quackity wants to talk” was the only explanation Wilbur gave, and technos face morphed into a quiet understanding.
Three sets of young eyes, however, were not as understanding.
Of course they all knew Quackity, he was one of Wilbur’s friends, but he assumed they didn’t understand why he would want to speak with Phil.
“Why don’t you three go get ice cream from the stand over there and play a few of the arcade games in the cinema”
As always, Phil was both a godsend and a genius. That got the younger boys moving, though, and they were now sprinting off towards the open area - Wilbur wished mercy upon the poor souls working that day.
He watched them until he heard a throat clear from Quackity.
“Apparently group sprung up out of nowhere and accessed the information we’ve been trying to get. Security has tightened tenfold and I don’t even think 404 could get into it at this point”
Wilbur rolled his eyes at the use of George’s real name. It’s not like they were being discreet talking in the middle of the mall.
“Do ya know where the group is from at least?”
Techno spoke up, having stood quietly as the teens were sent off to wreak havoc on the cinema, but Quackity only shook his head.
“They have tighter security than the damn piece we were trying to get to, it’s a pain in the ass and we’ve been trying all day.”
“Keep on it, and we’ll look into it aswell. Thanks for the update.”
Phil’s voice was level, and his face didn’t outwardly show emotion, but wilbur knew he had to be frustrated.
Quackity nodded, doing a little mini salute - mostly out of humor - before walking off, and it was finally time to find the children again.