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Rule number one about going to Dream's house: use scent blockers if you're staying for a prolonged amount of time.
Rule number two: that's it, no other rules.
Reasoning behind the one and only rule? Dream's mom was sensitive to the spike in people's scents when they get overly emotional, causing the women to get migraines. And ever since Drista, Dream's younger sister, presented and was found to have the same affliction, rule number one was created and heavily enforced.
And as a good friend Quackity always made sure to follow that rule, making sure to rub a scent blocker on his glands a few minutes before he even left his own house and went to Dream's.
But today he wished he hadn't.
They were gonna hang out like they used to before George, Karl and Dream graduated and went off to university. A simple hang out session playing video games, annoying each other, getting so loud yelling over one another that Dream's mom would threaten to kick them out of the house, etc.
Instead of doing any of those things Quackity found himself in the middle of the living room, sitting on a lone chair while his friends encircled him like predators trapping their prey.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Quackity asked, glancing at everyone for some type of answer.
"Nothing much, just wanted to ask some questions," Dream answered as he widened his stance to look bigger, "wanted to make sure you didn't make a break for it."
Quackity furrowed his eyebrows before looking George in the eyes. The eldest had the audacity to shrug, trying for nonchalant but Quackity saw the little smile on his lips. Of course the other omega knew what was going on, he was probably in on it!
Quackity was even about to ask his British friend what Dream wanted, knowing he'd get some type of crumbs just to set him on edge, before the tallest of the group cleared his throat.
"So, has someone been courting you?" Dream asked. Quackity sharply inhaled, eyes going wide before sputtering out some choked words. He tried hiding the shock with a laugh, but even he didn't believe himself so he doubted the others would.
"WH-what the hell are you on about?! Courting? What is this, the 19th century?" Quackity asked after getting a hold of himself. He couldn't help how his lips formed a smile in his discomfort.
"You started to smell like oranges back in March. We all realized this when summer started and we were all together again." Sapnap said. Quackity stopped himself from reacting to what his friend said, because of course the alpha would pick up on that, they had shared four classes their junior year of high school.
"It's a new cologne my mom bought." Quackity lied easily. All four of his friends looked at him in disbelief.
"No it's not, it's clearly someone's scent." Karl said.
"It smells like an alpha." Sapnap tacked on before Quackity could come up with another lie.
No one said anything after that comment, obviously waiting for Quackity to say something. But the Mexican refused to continue the conversation.
"Fine, if you won't answer my first question, how about this?" Dream asked seriously, crossing his arms across his chest. "What's your relationship with Wilbur Soot?"
Quackity tilted his chin up, hoping his face was impassive and didn't give anything away as he answered, "Whose that?"
Dream huffed angrily before looking towards George.
"You know how I moved here from the UK, right?" George said. Quackity quirked an eyebrow up, wondering where the conversation was heading with the sudden change.
"Yeah?" Quackity answered.
"I was friends with this guy named Wilbur Soot, but after moving here I couldn't really keep in touch with him because of school." George started out, and Quackity steeled himself for where this was about to go. "You can guess how surprised I was when he moved here with his family at the beginning of the year. Or how surprised I was when he told me last month he was seeing this omega who wasn't afraid to speak his mind, had a sense of humor like no other and smelt like chocolate. " George emphasized the last part, having bent down to look Quackity in the eyes.
"That could be anyone." Quackity said. George scoffed with a roll of his eyes.
"He showed me a picture of you." George answered.
Fuck, Quackity thought, balling his hands into fists on his lap.
"I'm not a kid, I can handle myself." Quackity said, knowing he could no longer evade questions or beat around the bush.
And Quackity knew that if none of them were using scent blockers right now the living room would smell like agitation, maybe even anger from Dream seeing as he was scowling at him, but alas, all it smelled like was the combined scents of the blonde's family.
"Alex, we care about you and want the best for you." Dream said. Quackity glared up at him, hating how the use of his real name made him feel panicked. Feeling like the head of his pack was reprimanding him for breaking a rule set only for him.
"Especially after what happened with… the last guy ," Karl dared to say, making Quackity clench his jaw and turn his glare at the brunette, "we just wanna meet him. See if there's anything off with him that you don't realize."
Quackity scoffed before finally getting off of the chair to leave. He shoulder checked Dream as he went through the middle of him and George, but in doing so the taller grabbed his shoulder to stop him from going any further.
"Alex, just one meeting with him before summer ends, that's it." Dream requested, but there was something in his eyes that made Quackity realize it wasn't a request but more of a demand.
"He's on holiday, won't be back until university starts again." Quackity commented curtly. He pointed at George before continuing, "and if you don't believe me then you can always contact him. I'm sure you exchanged contact info after you two saw each other again."
And with that he left the living room, hearing Karl call after him, but Quackity just sped up as he walked out of the house. He could hear Sapnap stop the older brunette once he opened the front door and made his way out. He was slightly thankful at the interference, but at the same time he was still upset with his friend. It had to be because of him that they started noticing Wilbur's scent even though he knew he washed it off of him before their meetups.
Not well enough , he thought as he walked back home.
But why would you do that? A voice, most likely his instincts, said to him. His instincts made him sad at the thought of fully washing away Wilbur's scent, but he ignored it. It wasn't the first time he felt like this and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.
He made his way home, kicking a rock that was in his path, scowl gracing his face as he let his anger finally rear its ugly face towards the surface. He hated how Wilbur was compared to Schlatt. The older British guy was nothing like him! And George should know that better than any of them if they truly had been friends back when he lived in the U.K.
Wilbur was better than… him .
So, so much better.