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This was it. It was finally time, now or never.
Quackity stepped into the view of his once friend, now long forgotten with his sword drawn. Wil quirked a brow at the ravenette curious as to what he’d do.
“I’m sorry it has to be this way, Wilbur. But you know this is what has to happen.”
“Is this what you want, big Q? If this is really what you want, let a dying man fulfill his final wish, yeah?”
and so Q agreed.
Wilburs final wish is to dance with quackity again. to dance then and there under the moonlight, forever immortalizing his love through dance.
So Quackity takes Wilbur’s hand and they dance. Their rhythm aligning perfectly. They dance and bask in the silence because the real music is the song of their burning hatred for one another. And at the end, they exchange bows and wilbur leans down to Qs ear and whispers,
“Thank you, for this final waltz.”
And Q drives his netherite sword into wilburs heart. The blood dripping down the sword covering his hand, making it slick and sticky.
Wil coughs, Blood coming out and smiles. Even if he was dying, at least he was slain by the hand of his darling.
Quackity could feel Wilburs breathing going ragged, he carefully brought himself and Wil to the ground, Setting him down. And with tears pooling in his eyes and a bloodied sword in hand he, holds Wilbur until his final breath. Their final words to each other being
“I love you. And i'm so sorry. But it had to be done.”
“Don't apologize. Thank you.. Thank you Quackity…”
and with that, Wilbur slipped off into the cold embrace of eternal slumber.