Quackity smiled as he sent his invitations, he was sure everyone would come and play into his great big plan.
The plan was simple: Invite everyone to a massive feast, the lights go out, someone next to Wilbur gets shot, someone blames it on Wilbur, but Quackity defends Wilbur.
It was a foolproof plan to get Wilbur to at least care about him.
"I guess I should set up the food and all that shit, right?" Quackity wondered, then decided he might as well just order from a bunch of different restaurants and put them together to make it look like he'd done something cool. He didn't have time to cook that much food.
"Yeah, I hope nobody bleeds on any of the good food."
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He Said The Gun Was Mine [Quackbur]
FanfictionI no longer support Wilbur Soot, and hope that it is evident that this story is about their characters, not the people in real life. When two enemies get together to hang out, does anyone expect good things to happen? That surley wasn't the case whe...
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