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Wilbur will be the first to admit that he’s a screw-up. Some might even call him cringe. But hindsight is 20/20, and he needs glasses for a reason.
Quackity swears up, down, and sideways that he doesn't have trust issues, at least not anymore. He got over them. Honest. (Slime only nods in agreement.)
Something they both swear by is how much they hate each other. They can't stand being near each other. Nope, not ever.
So when Quackity finds Wilbur smoking on top of his space needle, in his country, and doesn't even scoff? One might say it's concerning.
Wilbur glanced at the shorter man beside him. Silently, he handed him a cigarette. Quackity lit it and inhaled. Wilbur did the same. Neither spoke as the sun slowly rose in front of them, bathing Las Nevadas in red and gold, like blood and honey. The odd time after night but before morning ment that the streets were nearly silent, almost still. It was a unique photo, and Quackity wanted to print it and hang it on a wall. Somehow, it didn’t bother him that the person sharing this moment was Wilbur Soot, his undead rival. It was just comforting to know that someone else was here with him.
Quackity didn’t notice Wilbur staring at his blind side. (Obviously, he's blind) Wilbur reached to lightly turn his rivals head. Quackity complied. Wilbur kept a hand under his chin for a bit too long. Quackity, again, did nothing.
But then Wilbur reached out to trace the scar running down Quackity’s face.
His rival turned his head quickly, not letting the undead fingers near his blind eye, and his heart raced with fear. The last time something was near that eye, he lost his sight. Wilbur pulled back silently, but for the first time all night, he opened his mouth to speak. Before he could, Quackity put out his cig and walked away. He couldn't let Wilbur talk. It gave him the upper hand.
Maybe Quackity did have issues.
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When he saw Wilbur the next day, accompanied by Ranboo, neither mentioned the trespassing. Without so much as a pause, Wilbur threw a jeer at Quackity, who returned it full force.
And maybe he was grateful that the zombie didn’t mention it around the Enderman. Left it as something for just them, a secret to never utter, a silent oath.
And maybe Wilbur was glad Quackity didn’t bring it up later when they met alone at the border, letting him remember the moment untainted with hate like so many other things in this new life.
Their meetings became less painful and more teasing, less hateful, and more jeering without meaning.
Maybe Quackity let Wilbur trespass more often, just to see him more. Maybe Wilbur only crossed over in the hopes of seeing Quackity.
And while neither will ever mention it, they might have met atop the space needle again.
And maybe,
just maybe,
the two shared their first kiss as the sun went down.