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“Hey, Wil?”

“Yeah Tech?”

“How long have you known Quackity?”

There was a slight chuckle from the dark doorway, “Good question.”

~~~

The wolf beast stalked through the city, following the scent of fresh blood. It practically grinned as it stepped into the alley the trail led to.

A tall figure stood at the end of the alley, facing away from the monster behind it. The beast let out a deep sound, something akin to a twisted laugh, as it charged.

The man stiffened before quickly turning around and slamming his palm into the throat of the running beast, catching it off guard as it was slammed into the ground.

The smell of blood filled both of their noses as the wolf realized the man holding it down was no man. The other monster, who was covered in blood, grinned much like the beast had before.

Then, he collapsed.

~~~

Wilbur opened his eyes slowly and squinted, the room was dark and he was tucked into a bed far too soft to be his own. He sat up slowly and looked around.

This was definitely not his room, which meant that this wasn’t his hotel. He was wearing clothes that weren’t his either, a too small t-shirt and too short gym shorts.

He stood up and ran a hand through his hair, what was the last thing he could remember? Running...screaming? A wonderful meal and....

He pulled his hand from his hair and looked at it, closing and opening his fist a few times. The feeling of fur.

Wilbur whipped around to look at the bedroom door as it was opened. A shorter man stood in the doorway.

“Where am I?” He practically growled at the stranger.

He put his hands up in front of him, “Sorry, you’re in my house. You passed out and I couldn’t just leave you in an alleyway with a dead body. Or without it? So I brought you here.”

Wilbur thought about it for a second before squinting suspiciously, “Who are you, exactly? The werewolf from last night?”

“Quackity,” He said as his golden eyes lit up with his smile, “You’ve got quite a grip, blood frenzy wasn’t it? You don’t seem to be the type to have the hercules curse so you have to have the b-”

He was cut off as Wilbur grabbed his face, squishing it to stop him from talking, “It’s rude to speculate. Don’t you think?” He let go of his face.

Quackity grinned, “So I’m right? You know, I can help you with your insatiability. I get the meat and you get the blood, yeah?”

“You don’t even know who I am.”

“That’s true,” He nodded a bit, “Go ahead then, tell me who you are. Unless you want to just leave my home instead. Part ways, like we never met before.”

Wilbur looked at him for a moment before looking at the bedroom doorway. He thought about it. Slowly, he looked back at Quackity, who was still grinning. His own grin started to form.

“My name’s Wilbur.”

~~~

Wilbur was reading while sitting on Quackity’s couch, some random book he found about cooking for werewolves. He must’ve gotten it from some shady places, because the book definitely included human meat meals.

Quackity walked into the room and leaned over the back of the couch, reading over Wilbur’s shoulder, “Hey, Wilbur. What’re you up to?”

“Reading.”

“What’re you reading?”

“You can see what I’m reading.”

“Mhm.”

Wilbur sighed and looked at Quackity, closing the book, “What do you want?”

Quackity perked up immediately, “I’m so glad you asked Wilbur!” He climbed over the back of the couch and flopped next to Wilbur, planting his legs on his lap and folded his arms behind his head, “Are you hungry?”

Wilbur raised an eyebrow and pushed Quackity’s legs off of himself, “I may be.”

“Have you ever hunted with another person before?” He put his legs back on Wilbur.

“Only my father, Quackity where is this going?”

“Let’s hunt together. I bet it will be fun, a bonding experience. Two new roomies just killing together, becoming besties. Maybe even a pack?”

“You are a lonely man, Quackity.”

He laughed, “Can you say that you aren’t as well, Wilbur?”

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Quackity sat on the railing of the bridge, looking at the water as he kicked his legs. Wilbur stood behind him, watching him carefully.

It was a cold night, Wilbur could see each breath Quackity took.

“Hey, Wilbur. What’s it like?” Quackity looked at him.

Wilbur quickly looked away, “What’s what like, exactly?”

“Having insatiability. How does it feel?”

He paused and slowly looked at Quackity, “Have you ever been starving, or maybe addicted to drugs?”

“No.”

“To which one?”

“Both?” Quackity’s smile turned to confusion as he answered that.

Wilbur nodded a bit and rubbed his chin, “I see, I’ll need a moment to think of a way to explain this then.”

“Take your time.”

Quackity watched him for a bit as he thought. Wilbur paced a bit on the bridge and mumbled to himself as he tried to think of the right words. He walked in a little circle. Quackity couldn’t help but notice that he couldn’t see Wilbur’s breath, even if vampires did...sort of breathe?

Wilbur stopped and turned, pointing at Quackity as he did so, “Imagine a million rats, all crawling around inside you. They’re starving, but they can’t get out to feed themselves, so instead they gnaw on your insides until you feed them. Sometimes they’re nice and don’t bother you, but the longer you go, the more brutal they get until you can’t think anymore.”

Quackity blinked a few times before speaking, “That’s fucked up dude, are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“Let’s go get you something to eat.”

“I can’t hunt a lot though, that would be ridiculous.”

“Why’s that?”

Wilbur seemed to flinch at the question, caught off guard by it, “Huh?”

Quackity turned his body around on the bridge ledge, facing Wilbur now, “Why’s it ridiculous? You need to eat after all.”

“I..uh...i-it’s,” Wilbur stuttered as he tried to think of an answer, “Immoral? Illegal? I d-don’t know! It’s wrong! I can’t just kill people all the time just because I’m-”

Quackity hopped off of the ledge and walked up to Wilbur, grabbing the collar of his jacket to pull him to eye level, “Why should you starve for the sake of strangers who wouldn’t care if you were the dead one?”

He opened his mouth before closing it again. He had no idea how to respond to that question, because in a fucked up way...it made sense.

Quackity started grinning.

Wilbur slowly grabbed Quackity’s hands and pulled them away from his jacket. He stood up straight and laughed dryly. He did not let go off Quackity’s hands

Quackity laughed as well, knowing that it had worked.

“I am quite hungry, Quackity.”

~~~

“Here’s the plan. You’re going to run after the person, and I’ll cut them off if you can’t catch them.”

“You’re the werewolf, why can’t you chase them?”

“I don’t feel like it.”

~~~

Wilbur walked casually as he followed the panicked person crawling on the ground. They sobbed as they dragged themself, their left knee all kinds of fucked up. Wilbur had one hand in a jacket pocket and twirled the crowbar in his other hand.

He smiled, “You sure are crying a lot, does it really hurt that bad?”

“W-why are you doing this, I’ve never done anything to you!”

Wilbur stepped on their leg and shrugged, tossing the crowbar, “That’s true. But it helps knowing that I’ve never even met you in my life.”

He lifted up his foot, just grab the person by the hair and lift them up. They cried and clawed at his arm.

“Big Q!”

Quackity stepped out of the alley that the pair were in front off, raising his eyebrows.

“I caught them, so you didn’t need to cut them off.”

He laughed a bit, “I kind of noticed, where did you even get the crowbar?”

“Found it on the way, thought it would help me catch up.”

“Nice.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

“So, let’s get this pal home!” Quackity grinned.

The person looked between the two, panicked, “W-what do y-”

Quackity punched them hard enough to hear a loud crack and the person stopped moving. They probably had a concussion if that hit was strong enough to knock them out like that.

“Yikes,” Wilbur said, eyebrows raised.

Quackity laughed and Wilbur couldn’t help but laugh as well.

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Quackity was eating some fries as he watched the tv, learning about the newest victim in a string of disappearances in the city. He chuckled a bit. Wilbur was leaning over the back of the couch, arms wrapped around Quackity and head on his shoulder.

They’d been staying together for a month now and Quackity was not going to point out how clingy Wilbur could be at times. Man seems to love physical attention, must be touch starved. Quackity was as well.

Wilbur’s glasses were cracked, Quackity noticed from the corner of his eye. Maybe he would get him a new pair soon. They’d need more money though, glasses are expensive. Do vampires actually need glasses? Is Wilbur just wearing them for aesthetic or does he need them to see? He doesn’t always wear them…

Wilbur looked from the tv and at Quackity, grinning as the other man quickly looked at the tv, “What was the last thing the reporter said?”

“Uh…” Quackity furrowed his eyebrows, “Something about...alleys at night?”

“That was ten minutes ago, Big Q. He’s talking about the traffic right now.” Wilbur chuckled as he pointed at the tv.

“So he is. Aren’t you so observant, Wilbur.”

Wilbur laughed again and pinched Quackity’s cheek a bit before he pulled his arms away and stood up. Quackity crossed his arms as the other left the room, leaving him alone in there. He was not flustered, no way.

Wilbur grinned to himself as he walked to his room, flopping backwards on to his bed as soon as he got to it. He still couldn’t believe it, it was so comfortable and Quackity wanted him around. It was the first time in so long that someone wanted him there.

His grin slowly turned to a soft smile instead, a genuine one, as he looked at the ceiling. Maybe he could stay here a long time.

“You are the worst.”

Wilbur’s smile dropped and he sat up, “That’s a bit rude, isn’t it?”

Quackity was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, “You’re the one wearing your shoes in your bed. Aren’t you worried you’ll get it dirty?”

“Mind your business.”

“Yeesh, touchy touchy,” He held up his hands, “You’re the one who wanted attention for a half hour, but now you’re all snippy because of friendly questions.”

Wilbur paused, “Sorry. I was just caught up in my own thoughts, you startled me. I probably should take off my shoes before I go to bed.”

Quackity chuckled a bit, “I get it, you’re still taking it in, yeah?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, “It’s nice.”

“I’m glad,” He smiled, “Have a goodnight, Wilbur.”

“You too, Quackity.”

~~~

Quackity sat on the ground, legs crossed, as Wilbur sat in front of him. Wilbur held his face in his hands, he was using his thumb to pull Quackity’s lips to the side of his mouth to get a closer look at his teeth.

They were fascinating really, he’d heard that a lot of were types had fangs too, but never knew how similar to vampires they were. Quackity had two sharp canines on the top and two more on the bottom.

Wilbur ran his thumb over Quackity’s bottom fang and chuckled a bit. Quackity was simply waiting patiently, watching Wilbur’s amused face. He wasn’t sure how a vampire as old as him had never gotten to actually know a were personally.

How lonely.

Wilbur looked up from Quackity’s fangs and into his eyes, “Okay, werewolf question.”

“Shoot.”

“I thought you guys were bipedal, but every time I see you transform, you’re on all fours. Is the biped thing wrong?” He moved his hands away from Quackity’s face as he asked.

Quackity laughed a bit, “Well, we’re facultative bipeds. Basically, we can be both. I just don’t like to walk upright much. I prefer it for the intimidation factor.”

“You’d probably be taller than me for once if you did.”

His face went red, “W...hey! What the hell, I’ll kick your ass!” He pushed Wilbur’s face away with his palm.

Wilbur laughed, “Can you even reach it?”

“I’ll make you eat those words!” Quackity launched at him, tackling him from their seated position into the ground. He grabbed him by the chest of his sweater and growled.

Wilbur laughed as he looked up at Quackity, “Awful close, aren’t we?”

“Close enough to rip your throat out, if you keep talking out your ass,” He chuckled.

“I could do the same to you, if I wanted to. It’s not that hard,” He grinned, “You’re not the only monster around anymore.”

Quackity went red again before letting go of Wilbur and standing up. He threw his hands in the air and shook his head.

“That one got to you?” Wilbur laughed as he sat up, “Of all things, it was talking about being supernatural creatures?”

“Not listening, I’m not listening. Lalalala,” He covered his ears, “I heard nothing, nothing at all. You are not saying anything to me, lalala!”

Wilbur kept laughing and stood up.

“Who is Wilbur Soot? I have never heard that name! I am a lone wolf, I am Big Q and-”

A pair of arms wrapped around Quackity from behind, “Quackity-”

Quackity simply yelled and squirmed out of Wilbur’s arms before rushing away, continuing his various lalalas until he was outside.

Wilbur simply laughed as he covered his mouth. That was not what he was expecting, but it was definitely amusing. It was cute and ridiculous. How fun.

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Wilbur was napping on the front lawn. Well...napping was a nice way of putting it. He was passed out face first on the front lawn. Quackity was just staring at the man through the window.

What the fuck was he doing out there?

Quackity sipped his coffee a bit before setting it down and sighing. He walked to the door and opened it, shouting, “WILBUR!”

Nope, he didn’t even stir.

“WILBUR WAKE THE FUCK UP!”

The man simply stayed there, unmoving.

Oh god, what if he was dead? That would really suck, Quackity liked having him around.

He hurried out of the house, the door slowly shutting behind him. He scrambled over to Wilbur and dropped to the ground next to him.

He shook the other man, “Wilbur? Hey, are you okay? Come on, you may be undead but this can’t be good for your health.”

Wilbur’s hand lifted up before latching onto Quackity’s left wrist, “Quackity.” He sounded like shit.

“Oh thank god, what are you doing out here?”

“Quackity, is the door unlocked?”

Quackity paused before quickly looking at the door. He winced at the sight of the closed house before slowly looking at Wilbur. Maybe he shouldn’t answer that.

“Quackity,” he croaked, “If the door isn’t unlocked, I’m going to smash a window.”

“Do you know how much fixing a window costs? It’s nearly winter time, Wilbur. The house will be fucking freezing!”

“Maybe...you shouldn’t shut a locked door without the keys.”

~~~

Wilbur sipped his cup of warm blood, smiling a bit. This was nice. Cozy. He looked out the broken window and watched a plane go through the air. How wonderful.

He hasn’t been on a plane in a while, maybe he should go on a trip soon. He could take Quackity, just two friends on an adventure. They’ll need more money for that though, but that probably wasn’t the priority.

They did have a broken window after all.

Quackity watched him from across the room for a bit. It was certainly far more interesting with Wilbur around now. It was fun, thrilling. He smiled a bit.

Wilbur was starting to zone out, so he wasn’t paying attention as Quackity walked across the room. He almost tossed his mug in surprise as the other man sat on his lap and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

“Wh-”

Quackity smiled, “Vampire question.”

Wilbur blinked a few times before nodding slowly, “Shoot.”

“So, you can’t personally consume animal blood or blood food, even though more recent vampires can, right?”

“Uh...yeah,” He continued nodding, “Makes me feel sick, haven’t found any blood infused food I can eat. I don’t really care though, can’t taste it.”

“Is that because you’re an older vampire, or because of your insatiability?”

“Both? Neither? I don’t really know, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was both.”

Quackity nodded before grinning, “Have you ever tried werewolf blood?”

“Huh?”

He leaned closer to Wilbur’s face, “Can you drink werewolf blood, or is it just human that you can have? Ever bit a Were?”

Wilbur’s face went red, “Um…” He chuckled nervously, “No...no, I’ve never tried a Were’s blood before. Why do you ask?”

“Want to?”

“Uh-” He dropped the mug he was holding before cursing as it shattered. He looked at it, “Fuck!”

Quackity laughed and stood up.

“Wait, shit-”

“You’re so funny, Wilbur,” Quackity watched as he scrambled to pick up glass pieces and toss them on to the table.

Wilbur looked up at Quackity, “You! You conniving little-”

“Hey, now,” He pointed at Wilbur, “You started it. I was just getting revenge for the other day. Do unto others what you want done to you, yeah? Well, I simply did what you did to me.”

He looked dumbfounded as he stared up at Quackity, clearly not expecting a taste of his own medicine.

Quackity shrugged and chuckled, “Cat got your tongue? I know, it’s hard to take what you give, but I’ll be here to help you receive-” He cut himself off as he watched Wilbur stand up.

Wilbur’s look of surprise had melted away into a grin as he stepped up to Quackity and looked down at him, “Is that so? Is this war then, Quackity?”

Oh god, he cleared his throat and stood up straighter, “Maybe it is. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Do your worst.”

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Quackity stood at the window and watched a few cars drive past the house.

“Werewolf question.” Wilbur wrapped his arms around Quackity from behind.

Quackity hesitated, no way was he going to lose this war, “Shoot.”

“Why do you eat so much human meat? Can’t you survive off of normal food as long as you eat any meat frequently enough? I thought it didn’t have to be human.”

“Well, it doesn’t have to be human,” he nodded, “I just think human tastes better. A lot of Weres do, but it usually takes eating human to realize it. If someone never tries human meat, they’ll never have to worry about thinking about eating it every now and then.”

“Ah, you’re addicted. I see,” Wilbur nodded and put his forehead on Quackity’s shoulder.

He chuckled and started to run a hand through Wilbur’s hair, “In a way, I suppose. The more you eat it, the more you miss it when you go a long time without it.”

“You’re lucky there isn’t anyone around who’d take advantage of that. Bet someone could make a lot of money off of that fact if they knew about it.”

Quackity hesitated, hand stopping in Wil’s hair. He tilted his head a bit and smiled, “I think you’re on to something.”

“Hm?”

“I know how we can make enough money to fix the window, your glasses too. Maybe even go on a trip, have a pool?”

Wilbur lifted his head off of Quackity’s shoulder and looked at him, “Oh?” He grinned, “Do go on, how will we do that?”

“Consider this,” He stepped out of Wilbur’s arms and turned to face him, hands up to emphasize what he was about to say, “We scam Weres.”

“You wanna scam your own kind?”

“Just because I’m the same species of supernatural creature doesn’t mean I have to give a single shit about them. We need the money and THEY’LL need us, trust me. I’ve got the best idea.”

Wilbur thought about it for a second and nodded, “Sure, why not. We’re already fucked, let’s add more crimes to our to do list.”

“HELL YES! I COULD KISS YOU!”

“Could you now?”

“SHUT UP!”

~~~

“Step one, we see how many Weres are in the area. I’ll need you to keep an eye out Wilbur, you know what it’s like to be desperate. Find the people who look like they’re desperate, we’ll need them first.”

~~~

Wilbur stood on a roof, watching as someone ran into an alley nearby. He tilted his head a bit and grinned, hopping across roofs to stop on one looking into the alley.

He snapped a photo of the man curled up down below and sent it to Quackity before he started to make his way down a ladder.

~~~

“Step two, we get supplies. Mostly animal meat, but obviously we’ll need human as well. We’ll feed the desperate before we try to drag in the people who aren’t there yet.”

~~~

Quackity looked at his phone and smiled a bit. Wilbur was pretty good at finding people, this was the third person this week. Though, he wasn’t surprised. He can smell the blood just as well as the people who were soaked in it.

He put the phone away and stretched his arms above his head. He rolled his shoulders and grinned as his fangs grew. The person he’d been walking with looked at him in surprise as he transformed.

They screamed.

~~~

“Step three, we offer them a deal they can’t refuse.”

~~~

Wilbur walked up to the man on the ground. He was curled up and covering his ears, mumbling to himself about not wanting to be a monster. He wore a green hoodie. His eyes were still dark brown, which meant…

“You’ve never transformed before, have you, friend?” Wilbur asked.

The man’s eyes snapped to Wilbur and he practically launched across the ground away from him, “Stay away from me!”

“How long has it been since you were bitten?” He tilted his head, “Obviously not ages, no one can last THAT long without a single transformation.”

“I’m not-”

“You don’t have to hide it, you know that right? I don’t care if you’re a Were. I’m a vampire, if it helps you feel better. If you turn and attack me, you’ll change your mind, we’re not very tasty to you guys.”

He looked up at him and sat up, “What do you want from me-”

“I want to help you. Me and my friend have been trying to help Weres, he’s a werewolf, the world’s hard out here for you. Hunters aren’t common, but you can imagine what they do when they hear about a violent creature.”

“I’m not violent!” He snapped, covering his mouth in surprise, “I don’t...I don’t want to hurt people.”

“And you don’t have to,” Wilbur smiled and crouched next to him, “We can get you food, but you can’t avoid transformations forever. You won’t lose control as long as you eat properly.”

“Really?”

“I promise.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Just pay for your food, that’s it. What’s your name, mate?”

“Sam…”

“Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Wilbur. I need to know, what kind of Were are you?”

“Hyena.”

He nodded a bit and grinned, “Here, come with me, I’ll take you somewhere to eat and safely transform for the first time. You can go on your merry way in the morning, yeah? For now, let’s get you safe.”

Sam nodded and smiled cautiously, taking Wilbur’s hand and being helped up. Wilbur wrapped his arm around Sam as they started walking together.

“You ever think of dyeing your hair, Sam?”

“S-sometimes...why?”

“Call it a fun perk for a first time purchase? What color would you like?”

“Green.”

~~~

Wilbur and Quackity waved as the now golden eyed and green haired Sam left, smiling kindly until he was gone. Quickly, they shut the door and grinned at each other.

“My, my, Wilbur. You are good at convincing them to come here, he seems eager to remain a customer for us,” Quackity chuckled, “How do you do it?”

“It’s called acting like a friend, Big Q,” He pinched Quackity’s cheek, “Like how you did to me. I offered him food, a chance to transform and something completely mundane. Sucker doesn’t even know he ate human meat.”

“You didn’t tell him?” He swiped Wil’s hand away from his face.

“Unlike the other two, he doesn’t seem like the type to want to hurt people yet, so I thought I’d leave out that we were hurting people. For now.”

Quackity laughed, “I knew this was a good idea, what did I tell you? We’re going to make it big, baby!”

“No one better than you to do this with, my dear.” Wilbur messed up his hair.

“Your-”

Wilbur covered his mouth and winked before walking away. Quackity blinked in surprise and grinned. If he thought it was fun with Wilbur around before, he knew it was going to be so much more fun later.

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Wilbur hung upside down from the railing of the bridge, legs wrapped around the top of it as he smoked and watched the water. Quackity sat on the rail next to him, smoking as well.

Quackity looked down at him, “Vampire question.”

Wilbur pointed at Quackity, “Shoot.”

“Do vampires get affected by things like nicotine or drugs the same way that humans and Weres do? Can you get addicted to that shit?”

“We can get addicted to blood that has drugs or alcohol in it, but it takes a lot to actually get addicted, and you have to be someone who can even consume heavily tainted blood like that.”

“So why have you been smoking lately?”

Wilbur grabbed the railing and pulled himself up so that he was sitting face to face with Quackity, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and grinned, “Because you’ve been doing it.”

“You did not just imply I’m peer pressuring you. This is some PSA bullshit!” Quackity knocked Wil’s cigarette in the water and shook his head.

“Rude,” he watched it disappear over the edge, “I was implying something else.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

Wilbur took Quackity’s cigarette from his lips and grinned, “That I like doing things with you.”

Quackity went red as he watched Wilbur start smoking his cigarette. He did the only thing he could think of at the moment. He pushed Wilbur off the bridge.

Wilbur let out a soft, confused “Oh” as he tipped over, grabbing Quackity’s shirt before he did so and took him down with him. It happened so quickly. Wil simply smiled warmly at him as they crashed into the water and he lost his grip.

Quackity flailed as he was submerged and swam up, gasping as soon he surfaced. Wilbur popped up a moment later with a laugh.

“You dick!” Quackity pushed him, “Why did you drag me in with you? Now my clothes are wet!”

“You’re the one who pushed me in the first place,” Wilbur pushed him back, “Not my fault I retaliated.”

“You should’ve just fell in on your own.”

“That’s not as fun, though.”

“Maybe for you, it would’ve been plenty fun for-” Quackity stopped talking as Wilbur swam close, “What are you doing?”

“Just getting close to my best friend.”

“Best friend?” Quackity’s eyes lit up, “Are we best friends Wilbur Soot?”

“Yep, that’s why I’m about to do this,” Wilbur gently grabbed the sides of Quackity’s face and smiled.

Quackity went red, “Woah, wait-”

He shoved him under the water, getting kicked a few times in the scramble of Quackity flailing and prying his hands away. Quackity popped out of the water and shoved him under instead.

The pair laughed as they swam around, splashing and pushing each other every time they got close enough. Eventually, they made their way out of the water and laughed.

Quackity pushed Wilbur’s face as they sat next to the water, “You idiot, you almost had me there.”

Wilbur just laughed.

~~~

“We’ve got a couple of clients, some pretty good payment now,” Wilbur hummed as he tried himself off back at the house, “Are we going to start expanding to the less desperate folks yet?”

Quackity looked up at him, “Oh shit, you’re right. We can do that now, we’ve already got enough clients to risk it.”

“How exactly are we going to go about doing that?”

“Well, it’s quite simple. We find Weres who are simply enjoying their lives and we offer them easy access to delicious meats of all types. Reasonably sourced.”

“Do we tell them about human?”

“We tell them we have any kind of meat they want, emphasize any. They should pick up the implication if they really want to.”

Wilbur nodded, “How do we get them to depend on us if they don’t want human meat? Kind of hard to get them addicted to animal meat, isn’t it?”

“We’re going to mix in human meat, so that no matter what they do, they won’t be satisfied if they go elsewhere. Unless they give in to the call after long enough.”

“Oh how truly cruel of you,” Wilbur chuckled and sat down on the couch, “I love it.”

~~~

“Why am I the one who’s talking to them? I get why I talked to our first clients, but these guys aren’t desperate. Shouldn’t YOU be the one offering the service to them? You’re the werewolf.” Wilbur asked Quackity while on the phone, he was sitting on a bench.

Luckily no one else seemed to be wandering the area quite yet.

“You’re good at sweet talking, I’m sure you can handle it,” Quackity laughed.

“Ha ha. Do you just not want to do it?”

“Soooort of. I’m trying to set up the lovely little butcher shop that is our new warehouse. You don’t know anything about the equipment, so I’m setting it up. Unless you know how to set up a-”

“I get it, I get it. Fine, I’ll talk to them, but you owe me one if it turns out good.”

“What do you want?”

“We’ll see.”

~~~

Wilbur walked up behind the man who was simply taking a nice daytime stroll. He wrapped his arm around his shoulder and looked at him with a smile.

The man flinched, “Who the fuck-”

“Nice eyes, black. You could almost reason away that they’re brown, yeah? Not that people care about if you have golden or red eyes these days. No one cares if you’re a vampire or a werewolf unless you’re killing, or they’re a hunter.”

He hesitated before speaking, “What do you want from me? You’re clearly inhuman too, so what do you want.”

“I’m here to make an offer you can’t refuse, my friend!” Wilbur chuckled, “Fresh meat, any kind you want, whenever you want it! Me and my werewolf friend are helping out Weres in need.”

“I’m not in need.”

“Well, maybe not if you’re alright with standard beef and poultry all the time. Ham if you’re having fun. But there’s other meats, more expensive ones, that I know you crave. Not to mention, it’s all fresh, juicy. But if you don’t want it,” Wilbur lifted his arm away from him and held it in the air, “I’ll just go find someone else.”

He started to walk away, putting his hands in his pockets. He grinned to himself and got q bit away before he heard the man yell, “Wait!”

Wilbur turned around and smiled at him kindly, “Yeah?”

The man hurried up to him and looked around, making sure no one could hear him, “Any meat?”

Wilbur tilted his head a bit and nodded.

Chapter Text

Wilbur laid halfway on the couch, his legs on the ground. Quackity held his face and ran his thumb over Wil’s fangs, much like the other had done to him before. Wilbur’s were much sharper than his, designed for piercing rather than tearing.

This was the longest Wilbur has ever stayed still while wide awake, it was a bit funny. He was patiently waiting for Quackity to stop inspecting his teeth. Well, he was attempting to be patient, he did not want to be stuck laying there for so long.

“Vampire question.” Quackity let go of Wilbur’s face.

“Shoot.”

“Blood relatives, they’re different for you guys right? What’s it mean to you?” he moved off of Wilbur and sat next to him.

“For us, the term means someone you turned and are close to, usually in a familial way. Just because you’ve turned someone doesn’t mean you’re blood relatives though. If you don’t have any connection beyond just turning someone, it’s not blood relations.”

“That’s pretty endearing, actually.”

Wilbur looked up at him, “Werewolf question.”

“Shoot.”

“Well, you clearly implied that it’s not the same for Weres,” Wilbur slid down so he was properly sitting in front of the couch, “What does it mean for you guys?”

Quackity smiled, “It’s someone you’d hunt with, or for. Someone you’d protect and someone you trust to protect you.”

“Like a pack member?”

He nodded, “Like a pack member.”

“That’s pretty endearing as well.”

They sat there in silence for a moment. Just a bit. Quackity looked at Wilbur, who had his eyes closed. He smiled a bit.

“Stop staring.”

“Make me.”

~~~

“There are Weres whose animal forms are herbivorous animals, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do they still need to eat meat like the rest of you?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s kind of fucked up.”

“Yeah!”

~~~

Wilbur nudged the stranger on the ground with his foot a bit. He tilted his head and smiled, hands shoved in his jacket pockets as he kept nudging them.

Quackity walked into the warehouse and looked down at the stranger, then looked back up at Wilbur, “Alive?”

He shrugged, “No clue. I mean, they were tied up earlier, yeah? I didn’t untie them, but they’re on the ground and not moving. Did you untie them?”

“No,” Quackity walked up and crossed his arms. He nudged the stranger a bit with his own shoe, “You think they might’ve untied themself?”

He shrugged again.

Quackity reached down and grabbed them by the back off the neck, lifting them up to their feet, “Hello?”

The stranger swung their leg up and smashed it into Wilbur’s throat, the poor guy just happened to be right in range. He gasped and fell back, coughing.

“Oh shit-” the leg swung backward this time and slammed into Quackity’s knee, catching him off guard enough to let go of them. He hopped around in a little circle as he held his leg.

They tried to make a mad dash, but Wilbur’s arm launched forward, grabbing them by the ankle and tripping them up. They crashed into the floor and cursed as Wilbur dragged them backwards.

“Yikes,” Quackity laughed as he finally stopped his hopping, stretching out and shaking his leg a bit before standing on it again, “Really took the L, didn’t you? That was pretty clever, but also super fucking annoying.”

Wilbur slowly stood up, “Fucking...christ. That hurt,” his voice was hoarse as he handed over the person’s ankle to Quackity and cleared his throat, “Couldn’t breathe for a second.”

“You alright?”

“Mhm, yeah,” He waved his hand and started to walk away, “I’m gonna go sit outside before I lose my cool.”

Quackity looked down at the stranger and shook his head at them as Wilbur left the warehouse, “Tsk tsk. You’re lucky he was in a good mood before you went and did that. He’d probably fuck your shit right up if he wasn’t!”

“Fuck you,” they spat at him.

“Rude.”

“Shut up.”

“Rude! Wow, you really just don’t have any manners,” he dragged them across the floor, “I’d hate to have you as a family member, you’re just so rude. I’m disappointed in you.”

“I hope you choke on my meat and die.”

Quackity let out a loud laugh, “That’s! Oh that’s funny! I’m not going to eat you! I’m gonna collect your blood for him and then I’m gonna toss your meat into a mix, because you don’t really deserve to be a slab of your own flesh alone.”

~~~

“So, your blood is all dark and slow and shit.”

“So true, Quackity.”

“Why?”

“Well you see, my blood mostly moves inside my body based on my metabolism and my breathing, rather than a funny little heart. So it’s not exactly the quickest process, makes the blood kind of yucky.”

“Yucky.”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re basically burning up old ass blood inside of yourself and refilling it by eating?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s kind of fucked up.”

“Yeah!”

Chapter Text

Quackity was cutting some carrots in the kitchen. He was making stew, it sounded good today. A shame that he couldn’t share it with Wilbur. It would be nice to make him food, but it would make him sick.

He also knew that if he jokingly offered it to Wilbur, he’d eat it anyway. No way was Quackity going to let that happen a third time.

Maybe he could have broth though. Probably not, but maybe? That’s a good vampire question to ask.

His pondering was interrupted by a phone ringing. He turned to look at the phone on the counter and looked at it with worry. It was Wilbur’s phone and this is the fifth time it’s rang since it’s been sitting there.

Quackity set down the knife and picked up the phone as it rang. He thought about answering it this time, just to know who keeps trying to call him. Would that be fucked up?

Where was Wilbur?

Quackity answered the phone, “Hello?”

The other person on the phone hesitated before he spoke, “Hello…? Do you know where Wilbur is?”

“Why do you need to know?” Quackity scooped up the chopped carrots with his free hand and tossed them in a pot.

“I’ve been trying to call him all day and he hasn’t answered, I tried texting him all week and he never answered. Now a stranger is the person who’s answering, so I’m a little worried.”

“Well,” He thought for a second, “I think he’s on a walk in our neighborhood.”

“Will you tell him to call me back, please? I need to talk to him.”

“Depends, who are you? Why should I even care?”

“I’m his father, Ph-”

The phone was grabbed out of Quackity’s hand, startling him. He turned around to see Wilbur holding it. He looked even more startled than Quackity was.

He looked at the phone in his hand for a long time, a few hellos could be heard from it. He seemed to be thinking about his next choice.

Wilbur clicked the button to hang up.

“Wilbur-”

“I’m not mad, I get it. The sound was probably annoying, I would’ve answered if it was the other way around too.”

“Are you oka-”

“Don’t,” Wilbur pointed at Quackity, “I’m fine, I just don’t want to talk to him right now. Or about him. He’s a good father and I just wanted time to try to think of how to explain our situation to him.”

Quackity nodded a bit, “Do you have any photos with him?”

“I do.”

“Maybe it will help if you share them with me, just to make it a little easier to think about telling him.”

“That...makes sense.”

~~~

Wilbur grabbed the back of someone’s neck as they ran, pulling them back to him and wrapping his arms around them. He turned around to face Quackity as he held their face with one hand. The stranger was crying.

Quackity sat on the table in the warehouse and smiled, “My, my. You’ve been letting our product run off just to catch them in here a lot more lately.”

“It’s kind of fun, in a way.”

He laughed, “And you say I’m cruel. You’re a bastard of a different flavor, Wilbur. Just detestable.”

“What can I say, Quackity,” Wilbur grinned and tilted the person’s head to the side a bit, “You just bring out the worst in me.”

~~~

“So…” Quackity spoke as he looked at the photos that Wilbur scrolled through, “He’s your dad.”

“That would be correct.”

“Like in a vampire blood relatives way?”

“Yes and no.”

“Elaborate.”

Wilbur stopped scrolling at a photo of himself and Philza, sitting together at the beach. It was only a year old, but it was the most recent photo he had.

He put the phone in his pocket, “I’m biologically his son. Like, he had a wife and the two made me, because she was human. I was human too, but then I got really sick so they decided ‘Heeeey, let’s turn our 8 year old into a vampire without considering the consequences!’” he waved his hands a bit to emphasize the point, “and Philza turned me into a vampire.”

“Shit,” Quackity ran a hand through his hair and looked to the side, “I can’t imagine your insatiability was anything but worse when you were a kid.”

“Oh definitely, when you’re constantly being tormented by bloodlust at the age of 8, it’s fucking hell. I killed my mom, real fucked shit. Killed my own wife way later, equally fucked!”

“Jesus! You were married?”

“Yep, didn’t tell her about being a vampire though, thought I had a good enough handle on it.” He smiled sadly, “Oopsie daisy!”

“I’ve only been a werewolf for a few years before we met, I can’t imagine turning as a kid. Holy shit, dude. That sucks, bad, no pun intended.” Quackity looked at him with worry, “Plus you’re like...you’re old! From the time where insatiability was a common occurrence, that’s shitty!”

He shrugged, “Who even cares, though. I’m eating well.”

“But still, killing people you care about because of something you can’t control?”

“Well, that doesn’t matter anymore,” Wilbur wrapped his arm around Quackity’s shoulder, “Because I have you now.”

Quackity looked up at him, “That’s...true…”

He smiled, “Exactly, and there’s no way I could go back to that as long as we’re together, because I don’t have to feel bad for being such an awful monster with you around. I don’t have to lie about never doing anything wrong, because you like when I do it.”

Quackity grinned, “You’re right! And I don’t have to worry about it either as long as I’ve got you! Because we’re the same, in a way!”

“In a way.”

“Wilbur Soot,” he wrapped his arm around Wil’s waist, “Would you like to eat some stew and fuck yourself up for a bit?”

“Sounds fun.”

Chapter Text

Quackity was swimming in the pool. He was pretty set on moving into a house with an in-ground pool at some point and that point was a couple of months ago. Now he’s swimming and having a blast.

Wilbur sat near the pool, watching him. He had the side of his face resting on his fist and he didn’t seem as enthusiastic as Quackity.

He kept his eyes on Quackity as he thought.

It was so nice these days. Over a year of hard work and now they had enough money to live in such a nice place together, enough money to have employees do the catching, killing and prepping for them. That Sam guy was a pretty good employee, he really did just need time to come around. He doesn’t hunt, but he has no problem working with already caught meat.

Now, the two of them had all the free time they wanted, to do whatever they felt like. It was great.

Wilbur was bored.

He looked away from the pool and up at the clouds. It was a lovely day out. He missed hunting with Quackity. Not that he didn’t love goofing off with him, he truly did, but it was strange being so domestic already.

Quackity swam to the edge of the pool and splashed water at him, “Hey lover bat, you’re lost in your own little world again! Why don’t you come spend time with me, huh?”

Wilbur laughed, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“If you don’t come in, I’m climbing out and dragging you in with me, ridiculous coat and all.” He put his hand on the edge of the pool, just a little threat.

“Alright! Alright,” Wilbur quickly stood up, “I’ll get in, no need to drag me.” He took off the coat and sighed, “So clingy, Quackity.”

“What! You’re one to talk!”

“Sorry, can’t hear you,” Wilbur ran and jumped into the water, splashing Quackity, before quickly swimming across the pool.

Quackity scrambled around in the water for a second before launching across the bottom of the pool. He positioned himself for the perfect launch point and flung upwards, straight into Wilbur.

“SHIT!” Wilbur shouted as he sank in the water, holding his back.

Quackity crawled over him and surfaced with a gasp, laughing until his ankle was grabbed and he was dragged back in by Wilbur.

The pair flipped and scrambled with each other under the water, sinking before managing to get back up for a moment and sinking again. Eventually, Wilbur managed to successfully grab at the pool wall and started dragging himself out, coughing a bit through his laughter.

Quackity wrapped his arms around his waist and laughed, half being dragged out and half trying to drag Wilbur back in.

“Let go, you absolute munchkin of a man,” Wilbur laughed as he tried to push Quackity off of him with one hand.

“Never! I refuse to let you climb out and get all broody again, you’re stuck with me!” He put his feet against the pool wall and pushed off, sending himself backwards.

“Oh fuck-” Wil lost his grip, the fool shouldn’t have been holding on to it with one hand, how could he have made such a terrible mistake.

The pair disappeared under water again, Wilbur struggled out of his grasp. Rather than swimming away though, he actually turned around and grabbed Quackity. He went to kick him away, but Wilbur moved his hands up Quackity’s arms and cupped his face.

He pulled him closer, before Quackity coughed in surprise. Wilbur quickly swam back to the surface, holding Quackity above the water as he coughed.

Quackity wheezed, “What the fuck! Are you trying to kill me, Wil?”

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t expect you to try to breathe water,” Wilbur laughed a bit, but it was more of a worried one than anything else, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Almost had a heart attack and drowned but I’m fine. You’re a real card, you know that right?”

“Can we finally get out of the water?”

“Oh you prick!” Quackity shoved Wilbur’s face with his palm, “You almost had me drown myself just so you could get out of the water? I’ll kill you!”

Wilbur laughed and let go of Quackity before finally scrambling out of the water, “Good luck!”

Quackity cursed and climbed out after him and chased after him across the backyard. Maybe this could be enough for now. Maybe he could just do this forever.

Maybe he could lie to himself about it a little bit longer.

~~~

Quackity watched Wilbur looking out the window. He was clearly distracted and Quackity had a feeling he knew why. Mostly because it was the same problem he was having.

Much like how human meat itself was something that’s hard to let go of if you eat it too much, hunting anything was the same way. He didn’t realize it was a vampire thing too.

Maybe he was just assuming too much.

Either way, Quackity came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, “Hey, what are you thinking about?”

Wilbur looked at him and gave him a tired smile, “Nothing.”

“Oh shut up!” Quackity groaned and let go of Wilbur, just to turn him around and pull him to eye level, “You are not doing that vague bullshit again. You’ve been like this all week. If you wanna keep shit from me, then you’re going to have to deal with the miscommunication on your own.”

“I…” Wilbur went red, “Sorry, I’m just...bored? I don’t know.”

“We’ve fucked up our brains Wil,” he laughed, “Now we’re just like the scary monsters of the past. Your past specifically, since you were around back then.”

“At this point I’m not sure how old you think I am.”

“Anyways, what I’m getting at is that we’re currently hardwired to want to hunt. There’s only two things we can do about this.”

“Go on.”

“Number one, we wean ourselves off of hunting. We could take our time or just cold turkey it, eventually we should return to how we were when we first met, hunting every now and then. Or,” Quackity grinned, “We could keep hunting anyways, satisfy the need. Even though we don’t really need to do it for work anymore.”

Wilbur thought for a moment, he didn’t actually need to though. He already knew the answer, “You’re supposed to be the one bringing out the worst in me, so I’m not sure why you suggested being better first.”

He laughed, “I thought it would be funny.”

“It was pretty funny.”

“Let’s go hunt. For funsies this time.”

Chapter Text

Quackity and Wilbur stood side by side. Quackity had a coat, scarf, basic warm clothing iems, but not too many layers, as he stood there grinning with his hands on his hips. Wilbur was hunched over and hugging himself, shivering a bit. He was definitely wearing more layers than Quackity, his jacket was fluffy and warm. He was not grinning.

Both of them were in the snow, which was pretty deep. In front of them was a nice looking cabin.

Wilbur stared up at the cabin for a bit before shouting, “Quackity! Why the HELL are we on a mountain for our trip?!”

“Because it’s fun! We can ski and explore and-”

“Freeze!”

“Oh come on, we’re not going to freeze. You just gotta stay cozy and warm.”

“Quackity,” he glared at him, “The cold makes vampires more sluggish. It makes me tired and annoyed.”

Quackity’s grin did not go away, but he did widen his eyes as he looked at the ground, “I did not know that!”

“This is definitely one of those things where we do the question game BEFORE we’re on the frozen ass mountain!”

“I’m sure it will be fine though! Doesn’t hunting help heat you up, at least a little? That’s part of why we’re here! To hunt like wild!”

Wilbur squinted.

“No people to show up and ruin the fun!”

His eyebrows lowered.

“You’re annoyed!”

“QUACKITY I CAN’T EAT ANIMAL BLOOD!” He grabbed Quackity by the shoulders and started shaking him, “EVEN IF I HUNT I WON’T BE ABLE TO EAT WHAT WE CATCH!”

Quackity held up his index finger as he was being shook, “Oops!”

~~~

Wilbur stalked through the snow, shivering as he walked. This was stupid, this was a ridiculous idea. Quackity was following him in wolf form, hiding as he trailed. Why’d he have to be here too, when Quackity would be just fine hunting without him.

He flipped off the sky as it started to snow, before hugging himself again. He was considering walking back to the cabin, leaving the big wolf to hunt on his own. Maybe then he’d realize how stupid this idea was.

He started to turn when he heard a howl. He whipped his head towards the sound and looked around quickly. It didn’t sound like Quackity’s howl, let alone did it come from the area he was in.

“Fuck,” Wilbur said before running the opposite direction, hugging himself as he went. No, no, no. This was not his fucking problem. He was not about to get hunted down by wolves just to fight something he couldn’t even eat.

He heard snarls and barks, the sound of a giant body slamming a smaller one into the ground. Quackity had managed to take two of the wolves to the ground, but the third one had been running after Wilbur.

Then, he tripped.

The snow was fucking cold as he faceplanted. He heard the snarl and whipped around, swinging his arm as he did.

There was a crack and a yelp as the icepick smashed into the wolf. He swung and slammed it into the ground before tearing the icepick away and standing up. Thank god he thought to bring the thing, Quackity had said he was being ridiculous.

The wolf stumbled and whined before launching back at him, tackling him to the ground. Wilbur yelled, mostly out of anger rather than fear, as he tried to kick it away.

~~~

Wilbur sat on a chair in front of the fireplace, most of his layers had been shed, but he had put the fluffy coat back on. Blood splattered across his face, the front of his jacket and even part of the hood.

Quackity walked up behind him with a mug and put a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder, “Heeeey buddy. Are you still mad?”

All he got was a glare.

“I warmed up some blood for you, so you can warm up a little faster too.”

“Quackity.”

“Yes, my dearest Wilbur?”

“I just consumed a bunch of wolf blood. I am quite full and quite nauseous. I do not want hot blood.”

“You didn’t have to drink the wolf’s blood while it was attacking you.”

“It was the fastest way to take care of it after it took me to the ground.”

Quackity grimaced and nodded before walking back to the kitchen to put away the blood. He walked back. At least Wilbur was glaring at the fire instead of at him.

“Wilbur?”

“What.”

“Are you going to wash up anytime soon? I don’t think being covered in blood will be comfortable once it starts getting all dried up.” Quackity smiled awkwardly.

Wilbur looked at him, “The next time you take me to a mountain, I’m going to lock you outside of the house when we get back home. If you try to take me outside for the rest of the trip, I’ll do it when we get home this time too.”

“Understandable, have a nice day.” Quackity simply nodded before speed walking to get something to wipe Wilbur’s face.

~~~

“Quackity.”

Quackity’s eyes snapped open at the sound of Wilbur’s voice. He looked over at the dark doorway to his room in the cabin, where Wilbur stood, staring.

He sat up in bed, “What’s up, Wil? Are you feeling alright?”

“No.”

“How long do you think you’ll be sick?”

“I don’t know.”

He nodded a bit. Wilbur kept standing there. He obviously wanted something, but Quackity had no idea what that could be.

“What are you thinking about, Wil?”

“It’s really cold in my room,” Wilbur answered quickly, “It’s uncomfortable.”

Quackity paused before speaking, “Do you want to stay in here with me?”

“Can I?”

“Come here.”

Wilbur walked across the room and sat on the bed. He looked like he was thinking about leaving already, so Quackity grabbed his arm and pulled him under the blankets. The taller man wrapped himself around him.

This was nice.

Quackity smiled a bit as Wilbur had already fallen asleep. So, he made a few terrible choices with the trip plan, but it was alright. This moment was enough to make up for the rest of the shitty first day.

He fell asleep soon after.

Luckily, the rest of the trip was entirely uneventful, beyond a lot of cozying by a fire for Wilbur. Maybe next time they would go literally anywhere else.

Chapter Text

A fist connected with a face with a loud crack, a stranger collapsed to the ground and held their nose as it started to bleed.

Wilbur shook his hand a bit as he stood over them. He was better at grappling than being the hitter. His knuckles stung.

The stranger scrambled backwards on the ground as Wilbur stepped forward. He wasn’t really paying attention to whatever they were going on about, it wasn’t important. It’s been a while since he’s listened to any of the things that any of their hunts said.

He finally stopped walking towards them and grinned, tilting his head a bit. He gave them a little wave, “Nice meeting you.”

The stranger looked up to see the giant wolf looming behind them and screamed as it lunged.

~~~

“Oh Wilbur, Wilbur Soot. You are the prettiest man in the world, you have pretty privilege. I have yet to meet a single person prettier than you,” Quackity teased, hands clasped next to his face in a mock of infatuated teens.

Wilbur stared at him for a moment, “Quackity I’m covered in blood.”

“You know, some people are into that, a little blood makes you look like a bad boy. Plenty of people are into serial killers.”

“I mean, that’s true I guess, but,” He scrunched up his nose, “I think a little blood splatter is different than looking like Carrie White going home after prom.”

“I’d make you my prom queen,” Quackity winked with a laugh.

Wilbur sighed and pushed Quackity away by the face, shaking his head, “You’re ridiculous. This is definitely the weirdest way you’ve done the bit. I’m going to go wash up, please warn a guy the next time you’re going to splash all over the place.”

Quackity laughed again as he watched Wilbur leave the room. Hate to see him leave, love to watch him go.

~~~

“Vampire question.”

Wilbur was drying his face with a towel, “Shoot.”

Quackity leaned against the bathroom doorway, “How do the blood frenzies work? You haven’t gone in one since we first met, but I’m curious.”

He started to dry his hair, “Well, it’s an insatiable thing. It’s like a bloodlust, but suckier. Usually only happens when there’s actually blood around, or a human. Basically, I get hostile, but it depends on how long it’s been. Sometimes I’ll yell or say nonsense and only be able to try to charge but can be grappled. Sometimes I can do something like take down a smaller werewolf if they don’t see it coming. Can’t do anything super strenuous though, I’d still lose a physical battle with a Were, especially since my judgement would be mostly instinctual.”

“I see, I see. Imagine getting strength combined with insatiability, if you got too hungry you’d be a straight up beast.” He paused, “Hey! I’m not that small compared to other werewolves!”

Wilbur set the towel down and raised his eyebrows at him, “If you think so.”

“That’s fucked up, you don’t get input. I’m not even short in my human form, you’re just a giant!”

“Whatever you say, Big Q,” He chuckled, “But I don’t think there’s any cases of people having multiple downsides anymore. It was pretty rare back when I was a kid, so I can only imagine how unlikely it is these days.”

“I guess that’s true. Do you think there’s ever been a case of a vampire also being a Were? That would be cool.”

Wilbur thought for a second before turning to look at Quackity, “I don’t think so...Weres can’t get turned by Vamps and it’s the same the other way around. I’m pretty sure if a person gets bit by both, it’s a toss up, but they never become both.”

“Nice.”

~~~

Quackity stood in Wilbur’s bedroom doorway, staring at the empty bed. He has been out and wandering more often lately. He knew that he was hunting, rather recklessly at that, since he’d at least told him that he’d be doing that more often before he started doing it.

Didn’t stop him from worrying.

What if he didn’t make it back home someday? What if someone decides they don’t like the cut of his jib and decides to deal with him? He never says what part of the city he’s going to until he comes back.

Quackity heard the front door open and shut, footsteps coming. He let out a sigh of relief and smiled as Wilbur made his way into the hallway, “You’re gonna kill me, one of these days.”

“Sorry, Sam said there was an emergency. Turns out it was just his fucking hair,” Wilbur shook his head and showed Quackity photos of Sam, “I thought he had like a deadly situation going on. Fucker knew I’d be there faster if he lied to me.”

“He’s your friiiiiend, Wil,” Quackity laughed and pinched his cheek, “That’s good, I’m glad you have more friends than me now.”

“He’s not my friend?” He swatted his hand away, “I only talk to him about work, or dye his hair when he decides he doesn’t feel like going to a salon. I don’t think that makes us friends.”

“Don’t you want more friends?”

“Why would I want more friends?”

“To socialize, obviously?” Quackity raised an eyebrow, “Why wouldn’t you want friends?”

Wilbur paused, “But I’ve got you. I don’t need anyone else.”

“That’s kind of sad, you’re a real lonely guy.”

He chuckled a bit before putting a hand on Quackity’s shoulder, “Right, I suppose that means you have other friends then?” He quickly went into his room, shutting the door.

Quackity crossed his arms and stared at the door. He didn’t have other friends either, but it’s not like he needed them.

It was like Wilbur said, he had him. He didn’t need anyone else.

Chapter Text

Wilbur stared at the papers in his hands, a report from an employee. Something that was meant to go directly to him and not for Quackity’s eyes until later. He gripped the paper tightly and snarled as the words settled in.

Someone was going behind their backs and fucking their god damn business.

Maybe he could get a bit of satisfaction telling Quackity he was right about not needing other people. He tossed the paper on the table, next to a few photos of his favorite hyena that were already there.

Wilbur smiled at the employee who’d handed him the papers, but his smile was full of nothing but malice, “Thank you for letting me know, I’ll handle the situation and inform my partner. Expect some sort of reward later, Ant.”

~~~

Quackity sat in a swivel chair in the warehouse, messing around with a paddle ball. It was ridiculous, such a goofy combination of tasks. He was having a blast.

The door was flung open, causing him to stop and look up. He smiled for a moment before it faded as he realized Wilbur was not smiling.

Wilbur was bloody.

“Wil?” Quackity scrambled to his feet, “What’s going on? You look like a real mess right now.”

“Come with me.” That was all he said before he turned back around and left the room.

Quackity followed after him, asking him various questions about whos and whats and whys. Wilbur didn’t answer a single thing as he led him through the empty warehouse. Wasn’t much going on in the building, it was a new addition after all.

He stopped only to open a door, “Something you need to see.”

“Wilbur, what is this…” Quackity’s question faded away at the sight of Sam tied up to a chair, his face covered in dry blood from his nose. He looked confused and frightened.

Wilbur walked in and grabbed some papers off the desk and handed them to Quackity, “I was right about not being his friend.”

Sam spoke, “Wil-”

“No,” He pointed at Sam, “Let him read first.”

Quackity was looking over the papers, frantically going through each one. He looked at the photos behind the other two on the desk, before looking back at the papers again.

Slowly, he handed the papers back to Wilbur and looked at Sam, “Is this true?”

“I can explain!” He spoke quickly, “I know it looks bad, but I-”

“Looks bad?” Quackity tilted his head, “You’re STEALING from us Sam, of course it fucking looks bad. After everything that we’ve done for you?”

“Please, please. I’m sorry, I promise I won’t do it again. I just wanted to help other Weres too, ones who couldn’t afford it. Isn’t that what we do? Help people?” He pleaded.

“Of course that’s what WE do, Sam,” Wilbur spoke as he stepped behind the chair and set his hands on Sam’s shoulders, “But that’s not what you’re doing. You’re stealing from us, your employers, your saviors...your pack. How can you justify that?”

“They can’t...they can’t afford it though. Our prices are too high, I thought I’d take just some until we lowered the prices-”

“Quackity.” Wilbur looked at him, “What should we do?”

Quackity thought for a second, “Fire him, obviously. But first, we teach him a lesson. Give the others a little warning too.”

“Wait,” Sam shook his head frantically, “No, no! You wouldn’t, we’re friends! It was just a mistake, I won’t ever do it again! You’d never-”

Wilbur grabbed Sam’s chin from behind and tilted his head, “Oh shut up already. Don’t you get it yet? We kill people, Sam. What makes you think we wouldn’t hurt you too?”

Sam looked up at Quackity, panicked, “Please. It’ll haunt you, won’t it? Hurting a friend like this? I promise I won’t tell.”

Quackity smiled.

~~~

Sam sat on his knees in an alley, clutching at his left eye, blood spilling through his fingers. Blood spilling from his mouth.

Quackity grinned at him, “Thanks for the teeth, big guy.” He chuckled and held up four bloody fangs, “Shame though, a Weres fang are important. Especially whichever ones remain when they’re in human form.”

“You…” Sam grit his teeth, “You bastards! This was never about helping us, was it?!”

Wilbur put his foot on Sam’s back and knocked him over, “Took you long enough to figure that out. Didn’t the killing clue you in?”

“I thought they were bad people! The ones you used, I thought they were people who no one would be upset about losing!”

“Oh, Sam.” Wilbur chuckled, “No one ever told you to believe that.”

“You’ll...you’ll realize how fucked up this all is! You’ll feel horrible one day, for all of the shit you did! I’ll...I’ll make sure of it!”

“You won't, though,” Quackity shrugged, “No one’s gonna take the job from you. You wanna become what you hate to get rid of us? Go ahead.”

“I….can’t. I won’t do that.”

“Then how will we get what we deserve?”

Sam thought for a second and slowly smiled, “You’ll regret things some day. Someone will make you regret it.”

Wilbur kicked him, “Is that a threat?”

“No, it’s a promise.” He laughed and scrambled to his feet, “Even if it’s not through violence, someone will make you regret it. I hope you care about someone good one day.”

“That doesn’t sound bad.”

“Trust me,” Sam stumbled past Quackity, “You’ll be haunted by the things you’ve done the moment you love someone who could never do the same. Because there’s no way you’ll be together forever.”

“And why’s that?”

He stopped at the entrance of the alley for a moment, “Nothing lasts forever.” With that, he limped away.

Quackity and Wilbur looked at each other. He was just trying to get into their head, obviously. Well, it wasn’t going to work. They didn’t need anything else. They didn’t need some ‘good’ person because they weren’t good people.

That would make a huge mess of things.

Chapter Text

Quackity stirred some soup. It was a few days after the Sam incident, but he was still furious. Wilbur was too. All of the employees were definitely on edge too, other than Antfrost.

He grit his teeth at the soup and shook his head. Bastard had the audacity to talk about being their friend while stealing from them. Wilbur was right, of course he was. He knew that Sam wasn’t their friend. Quackity should’ve believed him.

Can’t be friends with someone who still wants to be good, even if it’s just a little desire to do so.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind him. Didn’t notice the man stopping behind him until it was too late.

Wilbur wrapped his arms around Quackity and buried his head in his shoulder, holding him tightly and nearly making Quackity’s heart burst out of his chest at the surprise.

Quackity took a deep breath before looking at him from the corner of his eyes, “Jesus christ, Wilbur. You’re gonna make me keel over and die one of these days.”

“Mhm.”

“What do you even want? I’m kind of busy right now, I don’t really need you keeping me from watching my soup. It’ll burn.”

“Just need to be with you,” Wilbur mumbled into his shoulder.

Quackity rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well, you can be with me later, okay? I just want to make dinner for myself already.”

Wilbur lifted his face off of Quackity’s shoulder, “I don’t think I will.”

“And why not?” He sighed.

He thought for a moment, “Because I need you, Quackity.” He moved one of his hands up to turn Quackity’s face towards his own.

Quackity went red, but grit his teeth, “Wilbur, I’m not in the mood to be teased for the millionth time. If you want to fake me out, can’t you wait for a better moment? It’s part of the game and all but I-”

Wilbur kissed him.

Quackity’s eyes widened for a moment as his entire face burned. He flung himself to the side, out of Wilbur’s arms, sending the pot of soup at him. Wilbur shouted as his arm was burnt, quickly clutching it.

“Oh god, Wilbur! I’m sorry, shit, I didn’t mean to!” Quackity shook his head and hurried over to him, “I was caught off guard, Jesus christ.”

“It’s fine,” Wilbur winced, “I’m fine, it’s just my arm.” He hurried to the sink and started rinsing it, “Sorry, I wouldn’t have done that if I knew that would be how you reacted.”

“No! Oh god, no, Wil! Don’t apologize, please!” He followed after him, “It’s okay, it was nice. I just...I was surprised. You always tease me with almost kisses, I didn’t think I would ever get a real one.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as he stood behind him.

Wilbur paused. There was nothing but the sound of the sink. Quackity felt like the air was getting tenser and tenser with each second. Why wasn’t Wilbur saying anything? Fuck, why did he have to do that? He messed it up.

Of course he’d mess it up like that. After hoping that it would eventually stop being a fake out, the moment it actually was real was the one he ruined.

“Quackity.” Wilbur slowly turned around, looking at him.

“Yeah, Wil?”

Wilbur leaned down and cupped his chin with one hand, the one that wasn’t attached to a burnt arm. Quackity held his breath as their faces got closer. He wasn’t going to freak out this time. There was no way he was going to mess it up again.

Quackity closed his eyes as the two of them kissed, Wilbur quickly pulling his entire body closer.

It wasn’t almost this time.

~~~

Quackity watched Wilbur as he went over some random papers with an employee. His arm was wrapped up.

How the fuck did he look cute in a shitty jacket and a wrapped up arm?

Wilbur looked over at Quackity and grinned, making him go red and look away quickly.

Something felt different since they kissed for real. They hadn’t kissed a third time yet, he didn’t even know if they would. They would, right?

Who knew that fucking employee betrayal would cause Wilbur to actually go through with it for once? Maybe Quackity should get more people to fuck up bad enough to annoy him into kissing him again.

He didn’t need to do that, hopefully. Probably? No, he’s overthinking it.

An arm suddenly wrapped around his waist and he was pulled into Wilbur’s side.

Wilbur grinned, “Off in la la land, Quackity?”

“Oh shut up, you know why I’m distracted.” Quackity glared at him.

“Jealous that you didn’t make the first move?”

“N- what?! No!”

“Sure, okay.” Wilbur laughed, “If you insist.”

~~~

Wilbur was reading. Okay, he was pretending to read, he had no idea what book he was even holding. It was incredibly hard to focus on reading but he was not going to show that.

He fucking kissed Quackity, he didn’t think he was going to do it this time, he really was going to fake him out. But then he didn’t.

Then they kissed again.

Wilbur went red and put the book against his face, groaning to himself. He leaned against the back of the couch and slid down. He liked kissing him, he really wanted to do it all this time, but he didn’t think he’d ever actually do it.

That was the game, after all.

What were they now? Should he ask Quackity? Did things change between them now? Was it always like this, though. It was, wasn’t it? Nothing changed, other than actually doing the thing they’d been playing at for two years now.

Fuck.

The book slowly left his face, then his hands. He blinked at Quackity, who was leaning over the back of the couch and smiling at him.

“Vampire question.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you want to kiss?”

“That’s not about vampires.”

“You’re a vampire.”

Wilbur didn’t respond as he thought about it. He was right, he WAS a vampire, so technically that was a vampire question. He sat up and turned sideways on the couch, facing him.

Quackity grinned and cupped his face in his hands, “Hey, loverboy.”

“Hey.”

So, they kissed a third time.

Chapter Text

“My, my...what big eyes you have.” Wilbur chuckled as he sat in the middle of the living room, holding a stack of cards and looking up at Quackity.

Quackity made a sound almost like a snicker getting stopped as he stood in front of him, “All the better to see you with.”

He set down a few cards on the floor in front of him, “What big ears you have.”

“All the better to hear you with,” He sat down in front of him.

Wilbur set a few more cards down, no longer looking at Quackity, “What big hands you have.”

“All the better to hold you with,” Quackity chuckled and leaned forward, cupping his face.

Wilbur tensed and blinked a bit, “What…” he looked into Quackity’s eyes, “What big teeth you have.”

“All the better to eat you with,” He chuckled and got just a hair's breadth away, “My dear.”

Quackity kissed him and the pair fell to the ground entirely. The rest of the cards in Wilbur’s hands didn’t get a neat placement like the others, simply scattered and forgotten around them.

~~~

Wilbur spun his baseball bat and did a little hop. He’d never actually been to a batting cage before, but here they were! No way was he going to go into the ice skating rink, so the batting cage was the only thing for him in this ridiculous novelty building.

Quackity laughed from outside of the cage, “When are you gonna turn the machine on?”

“Oh shut up,” he laughed a bit and hit the button, “Maybe I wanted to show off first, huh? Like a bird.”

“Are you a pretty little birdie?”

“The prettiest little birdie around, baby,” He grinned and hit the baseball as it flew at him.

“Kind of a vain answer, isn’t it?”

“Nothing wrong with knowing I look good. I know you are aware that you look good too.”

“Damn right I do.”

“Damn right you do.”

~~~

“I have a question about our first kiss, Wilbur.” Quackity leaned against the doorway of Wil’s room, crossing arms.

Wilbur looked up from his desk, startled. He hadn’t even noticed Quackity there, “I..what’s up? What do you want to know?”

“All the times you faked me out, why’d you choose the least romantic moment to actually go through with it? I thought you loved theatrics.”

He hesitated before slowly turning back to his desk, “I didn’t want it to be a romantic moment.”

“What?” Quackity furrowed his eyebrows, “Why? What’s wrong with us being romantic together?”

“Nothing...what? No, nothing’s wrong with us being romantic! I just...I didn’t want THAT moment to be romantic, the one where we kissed for the first time.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean it didn’t feel right?” Quackity walked in, “You literally said that there’s nothing wrong with us being romantic, so why wouldn’t it f-”

Wilbur snapped, “Quackity! Stop!” He turned to look at him, “I don’t know what you want to hear, but I don’t think you will hear it. I didn’t even think I was going to kiss you, I just DID. Okay? It felt right in that moment, but not before. Is there something wrong with that?”

Quackity grit his teeth for a moment before taking a deep breath. He ran his hand down his face, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed like that, it’s fine. Nothing wrong with that.”

“Right.”

“Are you mad?”

Wilbur squinted at him.

“That’s fair. That’s cool. Totally reasonable.”

The two of them stared at each for a while, neither of them moving, neither of them speaking. It was tense.

Slowly, Wilbur stood up. Quackity looked at the hallway, debating whether or not he should leave. He didn’t leave.

Wilbur walked up to him and hugged Quackity closely. He hugged back and buried his face in his shirt.

“Do you want to do something romantic, Quackity?”

“Maybe.”

“Then, let’s do something romantic, okay? Whatever you want to do.”

~~~

“HOW IS THIS FUCKING ROMANTIC?!” Wilbur screamed as he held on to Quackity tightly.

The pair were on a jet ski, a particularly fast one at that. Quackity was driving it and Wilbur was holding on to him for dear life. The pair were already soaked in water and they hadn’t even been at this for that long.

Quackity laughed as he made a u-turn, earning an immediate scream from Wilbur. This was great, this was so fun. Wilbur’s yells turned to ramblings about kicking his ass, random cussing and something else that Quackity couldn’t really understand over the sound of the jet ski.

“I HATE YOOOOOOU!”

Chapter Text

Wilbur and Quackity were laying under the stars in the backyard. Quackity had fallen asleep, but Wilbur simply stared at the sky.

Slowly, he laced his fingers with Quackity’s.

~~~

“You look lovely tonight, Wilbur.” Quackity smiled at him.

Wilbur sputtered the blood he was drinking. He coughed, “Thank you?”

He chuckled, “You are all cool and collected until I start things instead, it’s pretty cute. I like when you’re embarrassed.”

“I’m not…” He cleared his throat and covered his reddening face with his free hand, “People can see us, Quackity.”

“Maybe I want them to see us.” He grinned.

“You’re a bastard, Big Q.”

“I’m your bastard though.”

Wilbur laughed a bit and shook his head.

The pair were standing off to the side of a ballroom. Quackity wanted to host an event, trick at least one rich Were into being a client or something. Wilbur didn’t really like the idea, it meant more people being aware of what they were doing.

Hard to scam when top dogs are looking right at what you’re doing.

But, it was still a nice event. Both of them were wearing nice suits, Quackity had his hair slicked back while Wilbur simply kept it from becoming a mess, rather than styling it completely.

Quackity pat Wilbur’s back before walking off to talk to some lady they’d never met before. Wilbur drank his glass of blood as he watched him walk away. He didn’t really want to spend a lot of time talking to all of these people, even the ones he recognized as customers and employees. A room full of people desperate enough to depend on a desperate man and a deceptive man, mixed with strangers who had no idea what they were in for didn’t sound like a fun conversation waiting to happen.

He was just here to make Quackity happy.

A hand touched his arm, making him flinch. He turned to look at the person, only to see Antfrost.

Ant smiled, “Hey boss, you look a little tense.”

“Can’t imagine why.”

“Go ask him to dance then.”

“Huh?”

“Well, you’re here for Quackity, but you’re not gonna trail after him while he’s talking to people, because then YOU’D have to talk to people, but you can’t just convince him to be a wallflower the whole time. So obviously, you dance with him.”

Wilbur stared at him for a moment, “Don’t...do that again. But alright, alright. I’ll go,” he handed his glass to Ant, “Just...go talk to Velvet or whatever.”

~~~

“I think that you’d quite like our product, ma’am.” Quackity smiled, “From one Were to another, I can assure you it’s only the finest quality.”

The lady smiled back, “And you say you have any meat?”

“Provided that it can be locally sourced, we may have money, but we certainly don’t have enough to get imported meats from anywhere but a store.”

“Perhaps I can help change that.”

Quackity rubbed his hands together, “Oh that would be just the sweetest, I knew you were just as wonderful as everyone says you are. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

“Well, anything to help a fellow…” She trailed off as she looked over Quackity’s shoulder and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Something the matter?” Quackity asked as he turned his head to look behind him.

Wilbur was walking straight over to them. That was weird. He complained about the idea of talking to people for hours before they arrived at the event, so why was he coming over here?

Quackity smiled at him. Wilbur froze for a second, it looked like he was suddenly reconsidering whatever he was up to. That’s not strange at all.

He took a deep breath before continuing to walk up to them, putting a hand on Quackity’s shoulder and smiling, “Sorry to interrupt, but I have something important to ask.”

Quackity raised an eyebrow as his smile turned to a grin, “What’s up?”

“Would you care to dance, Quackity?”

“Huh?”

“Dance. Let’s dance?”

Quackity laughed, “Alright, let’s dance.”

~~~

Wilbur sat on the couch, holding his phone. It was a few hours after the event.

“Hey, Wil. It’s Phil! I know you’ve been answering texts, but I wish you’d answer calls too. I miss you, son. You know where I am, if you ever want to visit. I’ll be in town for a while, after all.”

Wilbur hovered his thumb over the delete button. He didn’t want to have to think about the voicemail that much longer.

Quackity walked into the room, drying his hair with a towel, “Done showering, it’s all free now.”

He looked up at him and smiled, “Thanks. Feeling clean now?”

“Clean as a whistle.”

“Good, good.” Wilbur smiled and set his phone on the coffee table before getting up and leaving.

He did not delete the voicemail.

~~~

“We’re moving up the food chain baby!” Quackity laughed as he held out the contract in his hand.

Wilbur glanced at the paper and nodded, “That’s nice, Quackity.”

“Why aren’t you excited, this is exciting!”

“I mean, yeah I guess. We already have plenty of money though, and I really find the hunts more entertaining than the obtaining wealth part of this. It’s cool buuuut…”

“You suck, Wilbur. I’m making you sleep on the couch for a week now.” Quackity crossed his arms.

“What! Just because I’m not jumping for joy?!”

“Obviously.”

Wilbur groaned, causing Quackity to laugh. Betrayal at its worse.

Chapter Text

Quackity peeked into Wilbur’s room to see him at his desk, frantically going through papers and scribbling things down. That was never good. It was happening more often lately.

Quackity sighed before walking in. He made his way to Wilbur before leaning on him and wrapping his arms around him, “Hey, Wilbur.”

Wilbur tensed up, but didn’t stop what he was doing, “What do you want, Quackity?”

“You’re worrying too much, you need to calm down before you drop dead from a heart attack.”

“Vampires don’t have heart attacks.”

“Yeah, well they DO get hungry though, and you’ve been holed up in here all day,” Quackity sighed.

“I’m not hungry.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

Wilbur groaned and turned to look at him, “Okay, I get it. I’ll leave the papers and shit alone. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Quackity smiled and kissed his forehead, “Thank you, Wil. Though, I do have an offer for you.”

“What’s that?”

“So, you remember when we talked about seeing if you could drink Were blood?”

~~~

Quackity was curled up on the couch and holding the side of his neck with both hands. He wasn’t bleeding, but holy fuck did his neck hurt.

“Quackity, please stop kicking me when I get near, I’m just trying to-” Wilbur had a foot meet his chest for the third time that night, “You gotta put ice on that.”

“Jesus CHRIST, Wilbur! Why the fuck does it hurt so much?!” Quackity wheezed before he finally let Wilbur get closer to him.

Wilbur put the rag on the spot he’d bit, the rag was wrapped around a lot of ice, “I think it’s the venom...we forgot to take into account how the venom would feel for someone who can’t turn into a vampire.”

“It feels like someone jammed a hot pin in my neck and left it there! That’s what it feels like! I thought it would be sexy but it wasn’t!”

Wilbur laughed a bit, “I’m sorry, we’ll definitely avoid doing that again. We probably should’ve looked into whether it would hurt or not beforehand.”

“No shit!” Quackity let out a strained laugh, “At least it didn’t make you sick.”

“I definitely don’t plan on doing this again though, not to you. I couldn’t knowingly put you through this, not again.”

“How sweet.”

Wilbur ran a hand through his hair, “I’ll be here to help you through it the whole time, alright?”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Quackity.” Wilbur kissed his forehead.

~~~

“Vampire question,” Quackity asked as he laid in his bed, facing the wall.

Wilbur sat next to the bed, he looked up from his book, “Shoot.”

“Have you ever hurt someone you cared about?”

Wilbur slammed his book shut and sat up straight, “That’s…” he hesitated, “I have. I’ve killed two people who were very important to me.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Quackity asked cautiously as he rolled over to look at Wilbur, “Only if you want to, obviously.”

“My mother and my wife. Insatiability kind of took over, you know? I don’t like to think about it much. I think if I killed another person I cared about because of this stupid hunger...I don’t think I could handle that,” he smiled, but it wasn’t a warm one.

Quackity stared at him for a moment before sitting up, “What are we?”

“Huh?”

“We’re something, right? We kiss and we kill and we do all these things but...we’ve never actually talked about it. Are we…”

“A couple?”

“Are we?”

Wilbur paused before answering, “If you think so.”

“That’s such a non-answer.” Quackity groaned.

“Sorry, it’s just that labels are a bit silly, don’t you think?” Says the man who had mentioned having a wife in the past.

Quackity laughed a bit, “Yeah, yeah. It’s just...I think I love you. A lot. And I really hope that you know that.”

Wilbur stared at him before clearing his throat and nodding, “Mhm...I know. I uh...I love you too.”

Quackity smiled.

~~~

Wilbur sat next to the bed as he watched Quackity sleep. He was thinking about their conversation from earlier. He was thinking about what Sam had said.

Nothing lasts forever.

He didn’t like thinking about this. The two of them had confessed properly, well not properly but in an actual way, and suddenly he was overthinking things.

Quackity shouldn’t have asked if he’d hurt anyone that he’d cared about, he put him in a box.

Things were going to be okay. Why wouldn’t they be okay? They were happy together. They were happy together. They were happy together.

Nothing lasts forever.

Quackity was looking better, at least. Earlier that day he looked kind of like shit from the venom hurting his bite wound so much. Now he looked just like he was sleeping totally fine. He looked happy.

Wilbur picked up his phone. He stared at the one thing in his voicemail that he’d forgotten to delete before, hovered his thumb over it. He looked at Quackity, looked back at the phone.

He deleted the voicemail.

Wilbur let out a sigh of relief and set the phone down as he stood up, leaving it on the chair. He kissed Quackity’s forehead.

“I’m going to take a walk, I’ll be back before you wake up.”

Chapter Text

Wilbur walked through the streets, hands shoved in pockets and eyes locked on the ground. It was chilly out.

Nothing lasts forever.

He shook his head and looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath. It was going to be okay, he wasn’t afraid of losing Quackity. There was no way he’d lose him.

That’s what he thought about Sally all those years ago.

Wilbur coughed, caught off guard by the thought of her smiling at him. He ran a hand through his hair and stopped in the middle of the street.

If he left, then he wouldn’t have to see Quackity leave instead. That would be cruel, though. To just leave without a word, after their last conversation. He didn’t have his phone on him either, so it’s not like he could leave a message. He wouldn’t leave him like that.

He started to walk again, maybe he just needed to hunt. It would help clear his head if he had some fresh blood, right?

Almost as if on queue, the smell of blood faintly came. Wilbur turned his head towards the alley it came from. It wasn’t enough to be more than a scrape, but that meant someone was there.

He grinned and walked into the alley, following the scent and the sound of crying that started up as well. His grin faded away to a look of surprise as he spotted the person crying.

A young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes cried, he held his knee as he laid there on the ground. Must’ve tripped and scraped it. The boy stopped crying as he looked up at Wilbur, eyes widening in surprise.

Wilbur tilted his head, “Hey little buddy, are you alright? What are you doing out here all alone?”

He didn’t know why he’d just asked that.

“Mum and dad left me behind...I don’t know where they went,” he sniffled.

Wilbur winced. That was sad, but he wouldn’t be missed if that was the case. No one would even notice a thing. He crouched down, “Do you need help finding them?”

Why did he ask that?

The boy shook his head.

Wilbur paused as he thought of what to do next. He could just get rid of him easily, no one would ever know and he could go back home, “Why don’t you come with me, then? I’ll be your family now, big brother Wilbur!”

He held out his hand towards the boy and the moment he took it, he knew he’d messed up. Wilbur had fucked up, because there was no way he was going to hurt this boy.

“I’m T-Tommy...you promise? You won’t leave too, right?” He sniffled.

Wilbur grinned at Tommy, “I’ll keep you safe, no matter what.”

I hope you care about someone good one day.

~~~

Wilbur carried Tommy, who was sleeping by this point, out of the city. He held him closely, afraid that he’d drop him. He wasn’t sure where he was going, just away.

He’d briefly considered bringing Tommy back to his home with Quackity, but he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t bring a human child into that world. What if he got hurt? What if he got turned? What if he learned to hurt others instead? He didn’t like that idea.

Quackity would probably gladly take him in if Wilbur suggested it, an opportunity to be a fun family. That’s why Wilbur couldn’t do it. He had to make sure Tommy grew up as normal as he could.

So he ran away. He ran from home and he ran from the city, without even saying goodbye. Without an explanation or a single farewell, because he couldn’t do that.

He knew that if he went home, he wouldn’t be able to convince himself to leave. So, he had to leave without a word.

~~~

Quackity woke up and stretched, yawning as he looked at the sunlight coming in through his window. It was a lovely morning, he felt much better after a good rest. He smiled and sat up.

“Wilbur! I’m feeling tip-top!”

He hopped out of the bed and stretched, chuckling to himself. He looked at the phone sitting on the chair next to his bed and raised an eyebrow. It was a bit strange for Wilbur to just leave his phone in the room, but maybe he had gone off to do something.

“Wil! You shouldn’t lose your stuff in my room, I might keep it next time!” Quackity called out as he picked up the phone and walked out of the room, “But this one time, I’ll be generous and give it back!”

Wilbur didn’t call back to him. Strange.

Quackity walked to Wilbur’s room and peaked in. No sign of him there. He went through the whole house, calling for Wilbur. Checked outside as well. Maybe he was doing something?

It was probably fine. He’d just call Antfrost to see if he’d heard anything about it.

~~~

Wilbur picked Tommy up and spun him, “Vroooom! You’re on an airplane! Vroooooom!”

Tommy laughed, “Noooo! What if the plane crashes!”

“You dare doubt the pilot? Jail for Tommy! Jail for one thousand years!”

“NOOOOO!!!”

Wilbur laughed and set him down, “Let’s go see if anyone will buy us lunch, yeah?”

Tommy nodded quickly and held Wilbur’s hand as the two of them started walking. Neither of them really knew anything about the town they’d made their way to. They were messy, it had been about a week since they’d gotten proper showers.

At least they’d been managing to get just enough to keep Tommy fed though. They’d figure it out.

~~~

Quackity sat with his head in his hands as he listened to yet another person tell him there was no sign of Wilbur anywhere in the city. No one knew where he’d gone. No one knew if he was safe.

He was getting sick of the reassurances, but at least they were better than the few whispers he’d heard about people thinking Wilbur was dead.

He couldn’t be dead.

Quackity would find him, he’ll find him. He’ll be okay.

~~~

Philza looked over his papers as he sat on his couch. It was a shame, really. The goatman seemed like such an interesting creature, but had merely turned out to be a weregoat like he’d thought.

Oh the silly tales humans tell when they don’t fully understand something. At least the fellow the legend was about was nice, he thought it was a real funny thing. Suppose that made sense, could you imagine people mixing up a tale about you that much?

He chuckled to himself a bit before hearing a knock at his door, drawing his attention to it. Strange, he didn’t often get visitors. He set the papers down on the coffee table and made his way to the door, opening it a bit, “Hello?”

“Hey dad, may we come in?”

Phil paused as he stared at his son, Wilbur, standing on the other side of his apartment door. He looked like a mess, but so did the boy who held his hand. The boy stared up at Phil with excitement as the door was fully opened.

“Wilbur? Are you alright, we haven’t spoken in nearly a month? Who is this?”

“Ah, sorry…” Wilbur laughed tiredly, “This is Tommy, we’ve been kind of on our own for three weeks now. I thought...maybe we’d be able to come here for help.”

Tommy waved, “Are you our dad?”

“Jesus Christ, Wil. Come inside, come in. Let’s get you two washed up, alright? Then you can tell me everything.”

~~~

No matter how long it was going to take, Quackity was going to find out what happened to Wilbur. Whether he was safe or not, Quackity needed to know.

He missed him so much.

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Techno sighed and looked at the doorway, “Are you going to answer the question though?”

Wilbur shrugged and walked into the room, “It’s not like I’ve known him for ages and ages. I knew him for a few years before I found Tommy so….around 11 years now? I’m not quite sure.”

“You two together?”

He went red, “Not really? I think we were before, but not now. We’re not the same as we were back then, so right now we’re sort of...remeeting each other. Getting to know who we are now, forgetting who we were then. So no, not together. Maybe we will be, but right now it’s just flirting.”

“Sounds like a cheesy romcom premise,” Techno laughed, “Good luck with that.”

~~~

Wilbur and Quackity walked through the park, laughing at some joke that no one else would understand.

Quackity stopped as he watched Wilbur’s face, “Hey. Vampire question?”

Wilbur paused at that and turned to look down at him. He smiled a bit, “Shoot.”

“Did you think you’d be able to keep him human the whole time, despite your nature?”

“I was hoping but…” Wilbur shook his head, “Part of me knew it was destined to happen. I just needed to know it would happen when someone else could help.”

Quackity nodded a bit and looked away, “Do you ever think about hunting with me again?”

“No.”

“Why?”

Wilbur pat his shoulder, “You know how Weres have packs? Your blood relatives and all that?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

“I think I have my pack, with Techno and Fundy. My brother and son. Hunting without them feels wrong now. So no, I wouldn’t hunt with you if it meant not hunting with them.”

Quackity smiled, “Good. I was hoping you’d say that, honestly. I’ve found my pack too, with Schlatt and Charlie. Maybe some day our packs can merge.”

“I doubt it.”

“Me too.”

Wilbur smiled, “Nothing wrong with that though, is there? We saw what happens when the two of us have nothing but each other. It’s good that we have more now.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Quackity smiled back at him.

The two laughed, another joke no one would understand. One that wasn’t even said.

Wilbur’s eyes drifted past Quackity, catching his attention. He turned to look behind him.

Across the park stood a couple, holding hands. Both wore masks of different types, one of them had green hair. The green haired hyena man was staring at them as well, behind his sunglasses.

He looked like he was clenching his free fist before he shook his head and walked away with the other man. Wilbur smiled.

“Good for him,” Quackity said.

“Guess he found the good person to care about too.”

~~~

Quackity and Wilbur sat next to each other on the ledge of the bridge, Quackity kicked his legs as he looked at the water.

“This reminds me of the bridge from our old city, how about you?” Quackity chuckled.

“Yeah,” Wilbur smiled, “It does, doesn’t it?”

“Phil picked a good city to live in.”

Wilbur nodded before he tipped forward, into the water, with a laugh. Quackity waited a moment before jumping in as well, two laughing when he popped out of the water. It was so familiar, but so different.

For the first time in a long time, it wasn’t like being dragged into it anymore. It was simply joining in on the moment, knowing there were more to come.

Maybe they’d get back together in the end, maybe they wouldn’t. Only time would tell, but until then, it was nice to meet again.