Archive of Our Own ^beta

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3rd Person:

     It's been a year since Wilbur went to Utah, or as literally everyone but Tommy has come to accept, a year since he killed himself, everyone has moved on, except for Quackity. As much as Quackity won't admit it, he had feelings for Wilbur before he passed, and still does. Everyone can tell Quackity loves him, and it was obvious before Wilbur passed too, the two flirted and 'argued' constantly in front of people.

    If there's one thing Quackity wants to know, if Quackity could learn one thing, it would be why Wilbur killed himself, why Wilbur decided to abandon him and leave him heartbroken. It was a question that Quackity felt he would never learn the answer to. That was until one day Quackity was looking through Wilbur's stuff.

Quackity's Perspective:

    Philza gave me some of Wilbur's stuff to  look through, not sure why he'd give it to me, but he did, I guess I'll take a look at some of his stuff... there's a few interesting things... some books, a few shirts, and some notebooks; I'll have to look through those later, and... a... binder? What? That can't be a binder... maybe it's something else! Nope, that's a binder... What would Wilbur have a binder for? Is he...? Is Wilbur trans? Oh my god... How did I never notice?! How many other secrets has Wilbur hidden from me?

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3rd Person:

   Quackity decides to invite Tommy over to his house so he can ask questions about Wilbur's stuff and Tommy can explain what everything is, he assumes that Tommy would know most of this stuff considering he and Wilbur were super close and everything.

    "Thanks for agreeing to come over Tommy, I just really don't understand why Philza decided to give me this shit, and what it means, like I haven't even read any of his notebooks because I'm still so stumped on what it all means" 

    "Oh yeah you're welcome mate, personally, I have no idea why Phil would give you Wilbur's stuff, but I'll happily look through it with you" Tommy says happily, the kid looks as though he's excited to talk about Wilbur, which is slightly obvious considering how close the two were.

     Quackity grabs some of the stuff he was given and sets it on the table, it includes 2 notebooks, a journal, and the binder he saw. "So, Tommy, what should we look at first? I mean I've already looked at the binder, which is why I wanted to ask, was Wilbur trans?"

    "Oh yeah, Will is trans! Uh female to male, or at least that's what I think he said it was called, I'm not really sure, all I really know is that he was born a girl, but now he's a man" Tommy smiles brightly, proud of Wilbur, and himself, for knowing the term Wilbur told him.

     "Oh." He pauses, he never thought Wilbur would be trans, after all the man was openly transphobic and homophobic at times, that makes Quackity wonder if all that was just an act. "Hey Tommy? Do you know why Wilbur always acted transphobic if he was actually trans?" 

     "Well not really, but if I were to guess, it'd be because he didn't want anyone to find out he was trans, by acting transphobic, he'd ensure no one ever assumed he wasn't assigned male at birth" Quackity nods at this, that did make a lot of sense.

    "Anyways, we still have like 3 different notebooks to read, so maybe we should start... these things look like Wilbur has filled every page with something, it's gonna take awhile..." Quackity suggests

   "Yeah you're probably right, hey let's start with this one, this one looks like it's the oldest" he holds up a notebook, it looks quite old, and its been decorated in a book/cottagecore esc style, it looks as if a ton of effort was put into designing it, it also says '2005-2008' on the front which means this is Wilbur's notebook/journal/diary from when he was 9-12... this is gonna be interesting...

     "Yeah let's start with that one" The two of them set the notebook on the table and open it to the first page, it says property of Willow, and it was scratched out in sharpie and replaced with Wilbur.

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Wilbur's Perspective/Journal Perspective:

Entry 1: 3/14/2005

   I came home from school, and dad was waiting for me... He yelled at me because I'm doing bad in Maths, and then he went into my room and took my guitar, he locked it up in his office. I miss my guitar so much, I don't know what to do without my guitar, she helps me calm down, I miss her so much. I tried to take my mind off of it by writing songs while she was gone so I could play them when dad gave her back, but that just made me miss her more... What did I do to get her taken away...?

Entry 2: 3/16/2005

   Dad and I got into a fight today... I don't have my guitar back yet and I couldn't calm down, I ended up crying till I fell asleep, my head hurts so much,it's been a bit since the fight but I still can't calm down without her, I don't know how much longer dad will keep her, but I really hope he gives her back soon... I miss her so much...

Entry 3: 3/18/2005

Dad left for work earlier today, and he left the office door open, I could see my guitar hiding in the corner of the room... I really wanted to grab it and just put it back when I'm done, but dad would find out, he has a camera in the room, and Techno would've told on me... I ended up crying while looking inside the room for awhile, Techno walked past my room, looked inside, than quickly walked away, I don't know why he ran away so quick though, I'm so tempted to grab her out of the room, but if do, dad will keep her for longer, I just need her back... please...

Entry 4: 3/23/2005

I think dads forgot he took my guitar... it's been so long and he hasn't given her back yet... I don't know how much longer I can go without her, my head really hurts and I can't sleep, I always play a song before bed so I can fall asleep, but I don't have my guitar anymore to do it... I haven't even gotten the chance to study Maths so I can get her back because I'm too worried about her... I can't focus. I'm going crazy... I need her back...

Entry 5: 4/01/2005

Dad finally gave me her back... I've missed her so much... I started to cry when dad gave her to me, he started to stare at me but didn't say anything, but that doesn't matter, all that matters is that I got her back and I can finally focus! I missed her so much.

   3rd Person:

Quackity and Tommy stare at each other as they read the journal/diary entries, they never thought Wilbur would be so attached to his guitar, especially not as much to use she/her on it as if it was a human and to not be able to sleep without it, it was insanely obvious he loved his guitar a lot