Ok As Promised Toxic Tnt Duo. Disclaimer: This Is Very Toxic Duh And Meant To Show The Characters At

Ok as promised toxic tnt duo. Disclaimer: this is very toxic duh and meant to show the characters at their most damaging to each other. These are the characters views of each other not my veiws of them. We Cool? Cool

Tw: Implied/ referenced suicide, suicide being thrown in someone’s face, physical violence, Implied drinking issues, slut shaming, unintentional victim blaming and everything c!tnt duo is.

Wilbur hummed, taking a drag from his cigarette. “No need to be so cold big Q. I mean you seemed pretty attached to me last night-.”

Quackity stiffened. “Last night was a mistake.” He said curtly. Wilbur laughed before he could stop himself. “You can’t just act like it was a hookup or something . You hugged me, sobbed hysterically and then threw up on my boots. Those where really good boots by the way.” Quackity’s wings flared, a sure sign he was annoyed. “I know what happened, I was there. You can fuck off now. I’m sure you have a busy day of manipulating children and kicking puppies to get to.”

And this was where Wilbur should stop. He had gotten what he wanted after all, a reaction, those coal dark eyes focused only on him, anger flaring up to meet his own, fire on fire. If Wilbur was smart he would back off before he got burned. But Wilbur had never been smart when it came to Quackity. “Don’t worry Q there's nothing to be ashamed of.” He said, sugar sweet. “Everyone has mental breakdowns. I mean drinking yourself to death might not be the healthiest way to deal. You know that reminds me of someone-.” Quackity stood in single motion hands on the wood of his desk, eyes on Wilbur. “Don’t fucking go there Soot. You wanna spend the day in my office? Fine you can have it, I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.”

Quackity stalked past Wilbur heading for the door. Halfway there he paused speaking over his shoulder. “ You know next time you bitch about everyone liking ghostbur more than you, maybe think about why that is hmm?” Wilbur blinked, the words stung more than he expected. He quickly stepped in front of the other. “Come on Quackity. Relax.”

“Or what?” There was a strange note in the others voice and for the first time Wilbur noticed how tense Quackity was, the way his eyes darted between Wilbur and the door and he realized how dumb it had been to plant himself between Quackity and the only exit. “What are you gonna do Wilbur pitch a fucking fit and blow this place sky high?” Wilbur flinched before he could stop himself. “L’ Manberg needed to be blown up Quackity all it did was hurt-.”

“Bullshit!” Quackity was in his face now standing on tiptoes to look into Wilbur’s eyes and on any other day it would have been funny. “You lost L’Manberg and decided that if you couldn’t have it, nobody could! We won Wilbur! Schlatt was dead. We got our home back and you blew it up and then you weren’t even man enough to deal with the consequences.”

There was a shocked silence in the wake of Quackity’s words like Quackity had even surprised himself saying them. Wilbur thought he saw something like a regret flash over the others face but it was gone in a heartbeat, too quick to catch and Wilbur was already filled with anger and adrenaline. “Our home Quackity? When was it ever yours?” He got a sick satisfaction in the way Quackity flinched. “Actually, actually let's backtrack.” Wilbur laughed loudly and the sound was empty of humor. “Why did L’ Manberg get to be where it needed to be blown up, hmmm?” Quackity drew himself up. “Bullshit that wasn’t my-.”

“Wasn't your fault?” Wilbur cut in. “Is that what your boyfriends told you? The one who fought on Dreams' side from the beginning and the other who sided with Manberg. Yes, they're very objective I’m sure. We all know you were the only reason Schlatt got into power, because you used that stunning face of yours-.” He reached for Quackity only for the other to slap his hand away hard. “Don’t fucking touch me Wilbur-.” Wilbur raised his voice. “You used that stunning face of yours to gain votes and laughed as Tommy and I were exiled. As I was murdered and hunted down like an animal.”

Quackity rolled his eyes. “That’s a real nice way of saying you ran off to start a little rebellion in the woods. Gods forbid you lose with grace! No, you had to pitch a fit about it and drag Tommy and Tubbo into it to fight your battle just like you always do. They were kids-.”

Wilbur snarled. How dare Quackity pretend he knew anything about Pogtopia. “Don’t act like a hero Quackity.” He snapped. “What did you ever do to protect Tubbo? Nothing. You rolled over for Schlatt at the first chance you got.”

Quackity clenched his fists like he was going to swing at Wilbur only to back up a moment later. “I did protect Tubbo. I tried so hard to protect him, you have no idea what I had to do-.” Wilbur laughed. “Right, you tried so hard Tubbo got executed while you stood on stage and watched.” Quackity drew back. “You-you know Wilbur?” Have you ever considered that maybe you weren't the great president you thought you were? Ever thought that maybe there was a reason your own people didn’t vote for you? That maybe even then you were a fucking failure just like you are now.”

Wilbur couldn't hide his flinch, he stepped away as if the words had thrown him back. Quackity grinned cold and vicious and Wilbur lost any self control he might have had.

“You wanna talk about bad leaders, Quackity? Let's talk about your Vice Presidency. Manberg fell in months and gods only know you where useless before then. You know it's a miracle Schlatt didn’t fire you on the first day. It really makes me wonder. Well you know what you were bringing to his table.” Quackity, went still smile gone, turning pale. Wilbur got a sick joy in knowing that he had gotten under the other’s skin. Affected him enough to see it in every line of his body and every breath he spoke. “Wha- What exactly are you implying Wilbur?” Wilbur shrugged innocently. “Don’t play coy Quackity. I mean you're a very beautiful man. And Schlatt made it clear that he was fond of your um assets.” There was a long silence and Wilbur added. “To be clear, Quackity I’m saying you got the Vice Presidency because you f-.”

Quackity hit him and Wilbur felt his nose break with a crack. The pain was a shock to his system, a pleasant rush and as Quackity tackled him to the floor and hit him again Wilbur couldn't help but laugh because he was alive, he was bleeding, heart beating, lungs working. There was another human body touching his, sharp bones and white hot skin pressing together. Wilbur reached up and grabbed Quackity’s wrists to avoid getting punched again. It just made the other fight harder, kicking at his legs. Wilbur finally hit back knocking him over only for Quackity knee him in the gut sending Wilbur crashing on top of him.

They rolled over and over on the floor like wolf pups fighting instead of two grown men. Wilbur was laughing and Quackity was screaming and swearing at him but Wilbur couldn't make out the words over the blood in his mouth and the pounding of Quackity’s heart as their chests pressed together. Wilbur didn’t hear the door open but he did hear the sound of shattering glass and an angry voice “What in all the hells are you two doing?”