tw! angst
- slight gore
- violence
- crying
- emotion
- death
- aftermath
- being alone
- loneliness
I'm so sorry for how short it is 😭
Yes, the start is a good omens ref/silly
requested !!! :D
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Life can be so sweet for some people.
Some people get to sit down, relax with a cup of tea and read a book while their significant other draws beside them, perhaps in a nice book shop down in Soho.
They get to settle down in a sweet little cottage down the street, or perhaps in a caravan on the beach. They get to live a happy, peaceful life, sipping on glasses of wine and sketching out different poses, using their partner sitting across from them for reference.
Life can be so difficult for some people.
These people get to sit down, wrap themself in the scraps of their last blanket and sip on a half empty, probably contaminated with thousands of diseases, bottle of water they found in a dumpster in NYC.
They get to go to sleep on a cold, uncomfortable cardboard sheet to save the concrete digging into their sides and arms while they drift in and out of consciousness., knowing that when they wake up they'll have to immediately begin drawing in an effort to make a living.
Life can be mediocre for the other people.
They get to relax in a little apartment they're only just about able to pay the bills of, with weekly shopping being a burden and a saving up challenge. They get to go home and collapse on an uncomfortable mattress, get under the sheets and sleep soundly, away from the cold of the night and warm.
They get to drink water freely, with just enough money for the occasional treat. They're living nicely, nevertheless.
This is the life that Alex Quackity and Wilbur Soot live.
The two live together, and work together (by combining their paychecks) to pay bills and live comfortably with eachother. They have enough money for weekly shopping, and even for the weekly treat - pizza, large dessert and nice drinks. They occasionally mess around at night, which tells you that they're dating, and the relationship is at an intimate point.
They're happy together.
On this particular day, the two were packing a bag for a day at a new entertainment type of place. Specifically, per Quackity's request, they were going to the shooting range.
Quackity had always had a fascination for guns and how they work, always wanting a simple pistol to keep both him and his boyfriend safe. He would go to the authorised gun shops and gawk at the beautiful guns. He had a particular love for the double barrelled shot gun, especially those that were varnished and had golden accents.
Wilbur, however, was more interested in things like daggers, knives and swords. Not for how they were used, but for how beautifully they were carved, how intricate the blades were, and how exquisite the handles were. His favourite dagger he had ever seen was a blood red, quartz handled dagger with the most beautiful design carved onto the blade. A black gem sat on the hilt, shining with every movement.
He had picked the dagger up and observed it with the caution of a soldier handling an impact grenade, running his lean finger along the blade and giving himself a small cut in the process, only fueling his awe.
The two of them clearly weren't very convincingly safe to be around.
When they left the house, Wilbur became a little paranoid. He had a feeling somebody's eyes, other than Quackity's and the occasional stranger, were permanently fixated on him. He jumped at the slightest sound behind him, and rapidly looked around, both hoping and dreading he found somebody.
