Revenge.
death. revenge. hatred. revenge. revenge. revenge. anger.
That was what was going through Wilburs' mind as he cleaned up vomit from the floor for the eighth time that day.
Still, a deal was a deal.
He saw Quackity pass in the hall and leant on his mop, sending a wink and a salute.
"You missed a spot," Quackity called, not even turning his head.
Wilburs' smile dropped and he glared after the shorter guy.
Quackity smiled to himself as he felt Wilburs' death stare bore a hole in his back, and resisted the urge to ask where Wilburs' maid outfit was.
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WANNA BET? || C!TNTDUO FANFIC
FanfictionOne lonely night in Las Nevadas, Quackity and Wilbur drunkenly made a bet. A dumb, silly little bet. Nothing to it, right?? One-shot style fic kinda !!!cover art not mine!!!
