A New Secret - Quackbur

Chapter 25

TW! BLOOD!!
Wilburs POV
Everything was slow motion as that arrow came closer. I cried out to Quackity but it wouldn't have done anything. I tried to run to him but the arrow would still hit.

and so hit it will.

I managed to shove Quackity out of the way as time finally caught up to the moment.

a sharp pain jabbed into my ribs. it threw me back in time to when I blew up L'manburg. the piercing feeling of relief before hell.

at least you're safe, my love. I thought to myself as my blood stained my clothing.

"Wilbur!" I heard Quackity cry. I just fell to my knees, not bothering to fight.

sure, I've been shot before. wasn't lethal before.

but this was between the ribs. I could feel it in my lung. I couldn't breath.

Quackity was at my side, holding me up as he whispered reassuring words. I couldn't hear them though. I was admiring his face instead of paying attention.

"you're.... ha.. beautiful..." I whimpered at the pain. I raised my hand to cup his face, rubbing away his tears and replacing them with my blood.

"shut up, only you could be shot and still be a simp!"

"haha! cough cough! o-only for you... ha..."

I tried leveling my breathing as Quackity held me. I eventually gave up, though. there was something more important that I had to say and worrying about breathing would just be in the way.

"go kill... that f-fUCKing green... ha... bastard, yeah?"

I didn't know his response. I just rested against his chest, listening to his rapid heart beat. I'll miss his warmth. I'll miss our sorry attempts at breakfast. I'll miss when he tells grand stories to Philip before bed.

I'll miss the songs.

the poems.

the sex.

the cuddling.

the love.

all of it really.

how stupid... trading in the calm life for this insanity.

sure... maybe the insanity brought us there and led us back out. but was it worth it?

I could've have been a better person, father, whatever the fuck else there was I needed to be.

I hope it will be... I hope this would mean something.
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3rd Person POV
Sapnap froze in his tracks as Wilbur fell to the ground. Quackity was safe, that's what he really cared about. as heartless as it seemed, he didn't care drastically about what happened to Wilbur, Dream was his main threat.

"shooting your allies? Damn, you really are crazy!"

"no, just shooting you, in a way. Wilbur just got in my way. oh well!" Dream laughed historically.

Sapnap kept looking between him and Quackity who was at Wilburs side. he felt bad, bad that he couldn't help.

"Dream, let's just end this! no one else but you and me! just like I promised!" Sapnap got back into fighting stance.

Sapnap tried stealing another glance to Quackity, but saw he was gone. whatever, Sapnap had to focus on Dream.

"let's go~!" Dream smiled, also getting into position to fight.

before Sapnap could even react or attack, Quackity came up behind Dream.

Jumping on Dreams back, Quackity grabbed him into a deathening choke hold. Dream tried throwing off his attacker, but could only manage thrashing around. No matter how strong Dream was, nothing was a match for a hurting-Quackitys strength.

"YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!" Quackity yelled as he choked Dream.

Sapnap snapped out of his daze and took his opportunity to raise his sword and strike Dream. a slash to the stomach. as the blood flowed.

did Quackity loosen his grip or even let him go? no. he kept him in that choke hold until Dream was on the ground and passed out. he was struggling to breath.

Sapnap could only watch as his old friend lost any life he had left in him. despite this being exactly what he said he would do, he couldn't help but want to cry. he only let his eyes water though.

he could only stare at Dream.

"you brought this on yourself. you could have saved yourself but you didn't. this was inevitable." Sapnap said to Dreams unconscious body. he was trying to convince himself more than tell Dream this was his fault.

he couldn't watch his old friend suffer anymore.

"I'll see you around, old friend." Sapnap raised his sword and finished the job, piercing Dreams heart with a disgusting feeling shivering up his spine. he finally did it, and couldn't be sadder.

Sapnap decided to walk away and picked up the two books.

"Quackity..."

"Sapnap."

The taller handed him the Revival book and the Death Book.

"what are-"

"I have no use for the Death Book now. Dreams dying and killing myself along with him is a waste. I have things I need to do before I die. You take them."

"I-I can't-"

"yes, you can. you and... and Wilbur. You'll be a better team. you can use them. or destroy them. it's up to you. just- here."

Sapnap shoved the books into Quackitys hands and turned around to his horse. he ignored any and all protests from Quackity as he mounted on and and rode off.

it left Quackity stunned. he didn't know what just happened.

he was now the owner of the two most power books on the server?

not important, Wilbur.

Quackity dashed towards his husband and dropped to his knees. He checked his pulse... flat. his face was already pale and lips were turning blue. he felt cold for someone who had just died.

"Fuck! h-how do I-" Quackity opened the Revival book and grabbed the "magical" Quill and wrote Wilburs name.

Wilbur Soot.

"come on... please!" Quackity cried. "wake up!"

Quackity grabbed the arrow and threw it away. he hated it. the sight pissed him off.

Quackity heard coughing and looked at Wilbur.

the corpse was moving, shaking and making sudden moves. he looked like he was in pain. Wilburs eyes shot open, but rolled to the back of his head. his mouth was wide as if letting out a silent scream.

Wilburs body jolted up with a loud gasp. another section of his hair turned white. Quackity sat shocked. it worked! he revived Wilbur! about ten seconds go by and Wilbur is looking around normally and caught his bearings.

"Wil!" Quackity hugged his revived husband as happy tears fell down his cheeks.

"who are you?" Wilbur asked, looking at the man hugging him.

Quackity pulled back right away and looked at Wilbur with wide eyes.

"W-Wil...?

"I'm just kidding!" Wilbur laughed, earning a harsh punch to the arm for his unfunny joke.

"Asshole!" Quackity yelled.

"haha! I'm sorry!! I had to!"

"no you didn't! fucking jerk!"

Wilbur only laughed and trapped Quackity into a hug. as much as Quackity wanted to slap him, he couldn't help but hug back.

he saved Wilbur.