Wilbur arrived to his first day of.. therapy? School? He wasn't sure anymore. Phil gave him a flyer for "troubled teens and adults" and Wilbur was desperate to not feel like.. this anymore.
An old lady opened the door, revealing to him that he was actually at a library of sorts.
"Welcome! You're the first one here! Please, have a seat." Was he supposed to decline?
Sitting down in one of the small wooden chairs he found that the air smelled like freshly peeled oranges and old paper. On the table in front of him were a few sheets of paper, a book or two, colored pencils, and a few juice boxes. Tentatively, he took one.
"You may be the only one to show up today.. I put 3 pm on the flyer, and it's almost 3:30!"
He urged a smile onto his face. "I'm alright with that." Wilbur took another sip from the juice box, grabbing a pencil & sheet of paper and beginning to draw.
"So, what's your name?"
"Wilbur."
"Ah, such a lovely name. I'm Athena." He let out an interested hum.
"Interesting-!" He began to scribble on the paper a little, the woman getting up and beginning to walk around the library a bit.
Maybe it won't be all bad. He smiled, beginning to finish his doodle. As Athena sat back down, she handed him a small booklet. Looking inside, he found it was simply a notebook. "What is this.?"
"It's a notebook."
"O..kay?"
"I mean, to write your feelings in. Or just as a normal diary. It always helps me." She chuckled, a warm smile spreading across her face.
When Wilbur got home, he grabbed a cigarette from under his bed and began to light it, setting the journal on his desk. After the cigarette, he wrote in it.
And he had a lot to do. His feelings, his family, his life- Quackity.
Speak of the devil, he slammed the door open, making Wilbur jump physically. The first thing he did was hug him, kiss his nose, then lie on the bed.
"Darling.?"
"He's not here."
"..Tired?" Wilbur giggled, walking over to the bed. "It's only 5."
"Fuck you. I'm sleeping."
"Rude.." Wilbur grabbed the blankets and pulled them over his partner, resting his head beside Quackity's for a moment before stepping back to his desk, writing down every waking thought he could once again.
(I literally have zero idea what i'm going to do for this shit.... anyone with ideas please tell me 😭 thank you :) kudos to anyone who's actually given a shit thus far!)
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बेतरतीबAlex Quackity and Wilbur Soot have always hated each other. Sure, they barely talked, but they both shared a rivalry. No one really knows why- apparently neither do they, but over time the hatred becomes more of a.. "fondness" when Wilbur's little b...
