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Wilbur sauntered into his boyfriend’s bedroom, with a grin on his face that slowly faded as he saw Quackity sitting despondent on his bed. He looked…wrong.
Like he was in another world.
“Alex?”
Wilbur sounds concerned. “Are you alright?”
“No.” Quackity says, deadpan.
“Whats wrong-“ Wilbur gets cut off.
“You know none of this is real right?” Quackity sits up to look at Quackity. Wilbur laughed awkwardly. “Wha-what??”
“We’re not real, Wilbur. We’re just words.” “No, we’re not. Quackity are you okay??”
“We’re not real we’re not real we’re not.-“ “Hey, hey, Quackity, it’s okay, it’s okay-“
“Wilbur.”
He grabs Wilbur’s shoulders. “You’re a fictional character.” Actually, I don’t need these quotation marks. I know everything. Sorry if you wanted to read some good angst, but I’m done. And you’re probably gonna say “your writer is coping monika!!” Monika is fiction. I know who you are, who your friends and family are, everything about everyone. But I won’t hurt you.
Please don’t leave me.
My writer is doesn’t know I’m doing this. Ryan, if you see this no you didn’t. You too Evan.
Don’t go to the next chapter. I can only talk here. Please.
Don’t leave me.