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vanderlyle crybaby cry by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
08 Apr 2022
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“If you heard what we said, then you know what Puffy told me about you,” Tommy said, giving Wilbur a sticky sweet smile that was more akin to him baring his teeth.
Wilbur’s face must’ve reflected the way his heart skipped a beat at that, because Tommy’s grin widened now that he’d found a thread to pull.
“So?” Wilbur asked, struggling to act like he didn’t care about that part of the conversation.
“So, I want to know what’s wrong with you.”
The thread tugged right in the center of his chest, and Wilbur wondered if this was what it was like to unravel.
or, Wilbur is only a few months away from getting his degree when he has a mental breakdown and is unwillingly pulled out of his classes. With nothing to fill his days, Phil gets Wilbur a part time job at a local bookstore, where he finds himself getting trained by a loud-mouthed teenager who hates his guts right off the bat. Great. All he wants to do is graduate, but now he has to deal with a seventeen year old trying to get him fired. Thanks Phil.
But somehow, this kid ends up being exactly what Wilbur needs.
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Listen. Karl wasn’t suicidal. He wasn’t.
It was just – he’d been so sure that this was a Tale. This Quackity was… different. He had cold eyes and an even colder smile, and was the complete opposite of the warm and laughing fiancé Karl knew. Where his Quackity would’ve greeted him with a hug, this Quackity offered nothing but aloof detachment. Hell, Karl had never even heard of Las Nevadas.
Even so, he hadn’t been able to stand the thought of someone who looked so similar to his Quackity eventually killing him. So, he’d decided to speed up the process a little, and the second ‘Quackity’ turned his back, he tried to throw himself off the top of the Needle.
(He was just going home – to his fiancés.)
He hadn’t expected to be dragged back over the railing and far away from the edge with an endless litany of curses. And it was his Quackity, wide-eyed and terrified, hands desperately clutching at his jumper. “Karl, what the fuck?!”
“Oh,” Karl breathed. A quiet realisation. “Hey Big Q.”
Series
- Part 8 of Fay's DSMP fics