Quackity sighed as he closed his eyes comfortably, humming to himself and quietly thinking to himself as he hummed. He drummed his fingers on his arm as he leaned back, sighing to himself and curling up in his bed with Skeppy. They seemed extremely comfortable together, and Quackity glanced at Skeppy before kissing him lightly. The diamond was sleeping, so he didn't want to wake him, and he sat up before trotting out of the room to get a bottle of alcohol. He opened it and took a large swig, letting out a happy sigh as he indulged his self-destructive habits, taking a few more heavy sips before plopping on the couch and loosening his already very loose tie with a soft grumble. The day had held significant stress for both of them, and Quackity had held off drinking until now. He let his eyes glimmer softly as he slowly drained the bottle, eventually throwing it in the recycling in order to get another one. He repeated the process a couple of times, getting new bottles and draining them before he was comfortably buzzed in his mind but thoroughly drunk in reality. An easy target.

The day had been a long one for Wilbur, hyper-obsessively keeping an eye on Quackity while doing his best to repair his relationship with Fundy and develop one with his grandson, Yogurt, all while keeping company and providing some entertainment to Tommy anytime the blonde decided to spring up on him. It was exhausting, trying to juggle everything at the same time and keep tabs on the avian hybrid, who just didn't know how to stay in one place. Yet, Wilbur reminded himself, he didn't know how to stay in place *yet*. You see, he had a plan in mind and in development for quite some time; it might've started way back when L'Manberg was still a thing, considering that was when he developed his crush; and he decided today was the perfect day to act it out. So, when he was finally able to be alone for a few moments and track down the avian hybrid once more, he crept his way inside the newly-found shared home. God, it filled the corspe-y man's mouth with such a sour taste upon the reminder Quackity was with someone else at the moment; but, that wouldn't be for long, much to his own pleasure. Wilbur took silent steps around the place, stalking Quackity's movements while inside his own home, a sick grin appearing on his face when he had sat down on the couch with another bottle of alcohol. He moved over to loom behind the couch without as much as a scuffle from his boots, leaning down and wrapping his arms possessively around the avian, swiftly shushing him with a hand. "Keep quiet, you don't want to wake up poor Skeppy and disturb his beauty sleep, now do ya? Best not to panic," He advised, his grin only getting worse as he rubbed his stitched-together cheek against the other to softly nuzzle him.

Quackity tensed before biting down on Wilbur's hand and driving the back of his elbow into him aggressively as best he could, struggling against his grasp as best he could while extremely drunk. He hated it so much when people popped up on him, much less Wilbur, as he let out an angry chirp that was swiftly muffled by Wilbur's hands. He grabbed onto him and yanked his hands off of him, standing up and stumbling softly away from him as he bared his teeth. "What the fffUCK'SSSsss your problem?!" He managed despite his highly slurred speech, glaring at him angrily as his wings tried their best to stand up and shift despite how drunk he was. Quackity could barely handle standing up at this point, he was ready to black out but he was forcing himself to stay awake since he didn't trust him.

Wilbur's grin dropped into cold neutrality as he looked down to the hand that had been bitten, though he didn't seem to have much of a natural response to it other than brushing it off. He tucked both into the pockets of his trench coat, fiddling with who knows what was inside it. Well, he knew, actually, since it was his favourite switchblade to mess with as if it were a toy, but he strategically kept it hidden from sight for the time being with the hope he wouldn't have to use much force to get what he wanted. Wilbur looked to Quackity with the same cold neutral gaze and clicked his tongue in distaste, "Pretty boy doesn't know how to take orders, eh? That'll be a pain in the ass to fix, but I'll have it changed in a jiffy." He noted aloud as he took a few steps around the couch so that Quackity no longer had a physical dividend between the two of them, his grin slowly returning as he did so. It didn't sound like Skeppy had awoken or stirred awake yet, which was great luck on his part; meant there wouldn't be as much of a panic-y struggle. The undead man hummed for a second, "C'mon Big Q, aren't ya happy to see me? I know I'm happy to see youuuu~" He purred out in satisfaction, taking a few more steps closer to the avian and cockily half-smirking down at him while cupping his cheek. "You've been driving me *livid* with insanity lately, did you know? Just look at you, you're so pretty little birdy; gosh, all the things I'd do to ya."

The avian gripped onto the neck of the bottle he was holding before swinging it at him, barely managing to make it connect with his face before ripping himself away from Revivebur and running deeper into the house. Quackity was pretty scared, but in his drunken state of mind, he thought he could fight the pyromaniac. If he were in a more fit state, he probably could, but he was too drunk to put up a proper fight. At least he found a proper hiding spot in the rafters, he stared down at the floor nervously.

Wilbur stayed standing where he was, rubbing at his face where the bottle had been swung and hit onto, though this time his grin didn't dare falter, only growing worse as a result. Quackity put up a chase, now he had to hunt him down; that'd be fun, he mentally noted with a chuckle. So, once the sting of the bottle-hit had died down, he swiftly pursued the drunken avian. "Ooooh Quackityyy! Hiding from me isn't the best option; you know how I get when I don't get what I waaaant!" He eerily chirped out with an extremely vague reference to his own destroyed nation, looking up at the rafters, all too well aware that would be one of the best places for an avian to hide without being instantly threatened with Wilbur following him up. "Imagine how sad everybody'll be to see your lifeless corpse!! You don't want that, now do ya? Oh! Maybe they won't even see it! I can just keep it! Ain't that a nice idea?" He called out, though keeping his voice quiet to avoid waking up the sleeping diamond. Wilbur wasn't an idiot; the more people involved, the greater the struggle for him, and possibly the more victims as a result. Regardless, he *was* going to get Quackity... Alive or dead.

He growled lightly to himself before swooping down onto him, kicking him in the back with both of his feet and trying his best to get back up into the rafters. Of course, his drunken mindstate made him fumble a bit, and he barely managed to grab one before pulling himself up with a soft grunt. "Ugh-!" He hated it so much when someone attacked him like this, especially when he was trying to trust them. He perched in the rafters while waiting for another opportunity to attack, his eyes glowing softly as he glared down at him. He was prepared for another attack.

Wilbur stumbled forward, managing to catch himself before he fell face-first into the floor, but he only loudly sighed, as if he were genuinely disappointed. And he was, having thought Quackity would be more logical than he was. Oh well, that'd be something Wilbur would have to work around, like needing to take a detour instead of a more direct route. For the time being, he looked up to the rafters, glancing around to find Quackity, keeping his eyes trained on him once he had found him. He mumbled away to himself as another sick and twisted grin appeared on his face, muttering away eerily knowing facts about Quackity, ranging from his favourite colour to his favourite parking spot, all the way up to his current favourite person. Skeppy. That gave him an idea; if Quackity clearly didn't seem to value his own life enough to merely surrender right away, maybe Wilbur could threaten his way into earning the other's defeat. With that, he stared Quackity dead in the eyes and softly laughed, tugging his switchblade out of his pocket and playing with it in easy sight. "Okay, so, you clearly don't mind death, interesting; but maybe your sleeping king or whatever would. Or would he be your prince? Something about royalty considering his crown. Dunno, and I don't particularly care. Let's see, though, should I gut him like a fish? Or wake him up with a bang? I could do both too... Wouldn't that be even more fun?" He inquired aloud, taking slow and confident steps in the direction of the room Skeppy currently slept.

Quackity growled and dropped down onto him, slamming him into the ground as he held his sword against Wilbur's head. "You stay the fuck away from my diamond, Wilbur, or I'll take away all three of your lives again." He growled angrily at him as he pressed his sword into the back of his head, his wings open and clearly glimmering as he glared down at him. Quackity knew that he couldn't put up much of a fight, but he was doing as much as he could given that he was damn near blackout drunk. He took a sharp breath suddenly as he unintentionally let himself falter, stumbling a bit before falling over on his side. He'd blacked out.

Wilbur hummed silently to himself, standing perfectly still when he felt a sword against his head, even going as far as holding his hands up in mock surrender. His grin and his hold on his knife never let up for a second, however, looking back at Quackity as he waited. Even he himself didn't know what exactly he was waiting for, possibly for the sword to go through his neck, but he certainly wasn't expecting for the avian to pass out suddenly, though he wasn't about to complain about it since it made things much easier. The crashing thud the other made while falling down to the floor wasn't desirable, but it gave Wilbur at least enough time to swoop Quackity up and swiftly flee the scene before Skeppy could wake up and investigate what the cause of the sound was. All Wilbur had to do was keep Quackity at his house now, something that made him oh-so-very-happy.

Quackity slept for a good few hours, waking up with a heavy hangover as he groaned softly. "Ugh...Where the hell..." He mumbled out as he looked up at the ceiling, feeling his body shift uncomfortably. "Where the hell am I...?" He whispered before trying to wake up more, attempting to shake off the brain fog of waking up with a hangover. He really needed to stop that, he thought to himself, humming to himself before sighing shakily. "M-mm..." He whimpered softly, not liking that he felt trapped and trying to open his wings. "Please...what happened...?" He asked himself, attempting to remember what had happened before.

Wilbur had been an excessively diligent worker while Quackity was blacked out, pulling together and completing a room specifically for him with little to no preparation beforehand. Though it was more like a cell than a warm and inviting room considering Wilbur had blocked off any and every possible means of escape, ranging from ensuring the windows couldn't break or open and couldn't be seen from the other side; one-way-glass was great like that; to fixing the door so that only Wilbur could freely move into or out of the room, to even small things to ensure Quackity couldn't hurt himself. For example, he took away the bathroom mirror; small broken mirror shards could be dangerous after all; and instead replaced it with a happy sounding note that said "You're always pretty! :)" Of course, he took away all means of communication Quackity could possibly have with the outside world as well, swiping his phone away and keeping it elsewhere for safekeeping, *but* he did give him a TV for entertainment at least, though it only had simple options like the news, YT TV, Plex, and various music streaming platforms. Hey, he didn't want Quackity to be *bored*, that'd be detrimental to his mental health, and the corpse-y man cared *very much* about that. Obsessive? Yes, but it was all worth it in his eyes. Now all Wilbur had to do was wait for the avian to wake up so he could introduce him to his new life, casually leaning against the wall as he silently hummed. He perked up seeing Quackity stir awake, easily getting a genuinely warm smile on his face, "Good evening sleeping beauty, how'd ya sleep?"

"...Ohh my god it wasn't a dream, oh dios mio..." He groaned softly as he ran his hands through his hair, tugging on the raven strands before looking up at Wilbur. "Why?" Was all he could think to say as he stared him down, his wings flaring softly as he took a soft breath. He didn't understand the point of kidnapping him, honestly, he didn't see *that* much value in himself. He sighed softly before shaking his head and just going to curl up in the corner, muttering to himself in Spanish as he gripped onto his hair aggressively. He seemed very disappointed in the situation, sighing softly to himself before shaking his head in disappointment. "What's Skeppy gonna do...? I can't let him think I abandoned him too...god dammit..." He whispered, hissing angrily as he stood up and looked at Wilbur. "You need to take me back to Skeppy, Wilbur, he doesn't deserve to think I just left him behind!" He hissed as his wings flared, his deep-rooted affection for the diamond coming out for a moment as he glared him down.

"You're worried about Skeppy at a time like this instead of your own country? Interesting," Wilbur noted with a soft chuckle of amusement, staying where he was calmly leaned up against one of the walls, folding his arms together over his chest as he drummed his fingers against an arm. "That kinda contradicts the whole point of keeping you to myself, duckie, sooooo... Nah, I think I won't," He answered after a moment of thoughtful humming while he thought of a half-decent answer, keeping his smile glued to his face as he looked down at Quackity. "You're being rather demanding given your situation anyway, which is kinda rude if you ask me, especially since I worked so hard to make this place as comfortable for you as I could feasibly manage."

The avian glared at the pyromaniac before standing up. "What the fuck is your problem, Wilbur? I'm not interested in you, fuck off." He growled softly as he gripped his fists, hopping over the chair he'd been sitting in and getting up into his face. His wings were flapping hard as he glared down at him, gripping his fists angrily as he growled. "Motherfucker...you better not have hurt him or destroyed my country. I hate you." He huffed angrily before smacking him and flying back to the corner, huddling into the corner as he looked down at the floor. He was just thinking about his diamond at the moment, covering his face with his wings and quietly sniffling as he hugged his knees tightly. He closed his eyes slowly as he hid himself into the corner as best he could, sighing shakily as he shifted softly. "Mmm...."

Wilbur blinked in slight surprise, kneading and rubbing where he had been smacked as he kept his gaze on the avian, pushing his round glasses back up the bridge of his nose while doing so. Had he not made his point clear enough or something of that sort? It seemed like that to him, so he took a few steps forward towards the other, though kept a semi-respectful distance from him while he sat down in the chair, folding his arms together again and laying them on the top of it as he peered down at Quackity while resting his head atop them. "Oh Q, you don't get to make that choice anymore; you'll fall for me whether or not you want to. If I can't have you, then nobody can, so don't make me either kill you or everybody else with another bang like L'Manberg, okayyyyy? I'm being generous enough letting you have the peace of mind that I haven't hurt your diamond plaything, *yet*,"

"I'm not gonna fall in love with you, Wilbur." He bit back aggressively as he narrowed his eyes at him, gripping his fists angrily before taking a soft breath and looking down. Quackity was originally using Skeppy to distract himself from Wilbur, but he'd genuinely fallen for the diamond, so he'd mostly repressed his feelings for Wilbur. He hated it when he had to do this, and he sighed softly as he curled up in the corner softly. He smacked the sides of his head gently, reminding himself to remain steadfast as he closed his eyes slowly. Quackity already hated this, and he sighed as he closed his eyes. "Hmmm..." He was planning on just trying to sleep as much as possible to ignore this situation, he could be with Skeppy in his dreams. His wings slowly opened as he closed his eyes, sighing softly as he shifted and got comfortable. He hummed lightly as he fell asleep, sighing softly as his wings splayed out slowly. "Mmmmurgh..."

Wilbur let out a quiet sigh of sheer disappointment. Well, this would end up taking longer than he originally thought, but he'd settle out the problems later he supposed. It wasn't like Quackity could do anything about it or even leave for that matter, he assured himself, affectionately gazing at the other's sleeping figure for a small handful of minutes before quietly getting out of the chair and leaving the room, swiftly checking that there was, again, no available opportunities for the avian to escape by locking the door behind him. What to do now? Ah, he could make them a nice meal; Quackity always seemed to be in a better mood when he had something to eat, as Wilbur had noted a few times, so that was exactly what he went to do, cooking up a meal for the both of them while ''generously allowing'' Quackity sleep his cares away.

Quackity quietly dreamed about Skeppy, sighing softly as he shuddered, remembering how cold Skeppy used to be when they cuddled. He missed that, curling up further as he whimpered softly and hugged himself while half-asleep. He sighed shakily as he closed his eyes again, humming a song that he'd made up for him and Skeppy in order to keep calm. He hated this so badly, he hated it, he hated it. His wings sprang out as he flapped around the room until he was exhausted, falling in front of the door before taking a soft breath and starting to cry softly. His face was wet with tears as he cried, covering his face as he sniffled softly. "Ehh...Skeppy...dios mio, I miss you, diamond..." He whimpered out as he sniffled softly, knowing the door was locked and unable to think of a way to get out.

Wilbur joyously hummed out a chipper tune to himself as he dutifully worked away at something for the two of them to eat, even going as far as ensuring it was classic Mexican comfort food, hoping that would cheer Quackity up at least a little. Thankfully, he already knew how to make beef empanadas and make them well, so it didn't take him all that long to finish cooking and plating them up, walking back down to Quackity's designated room before sliding inside once unlocking the door, looming over it as he locked it up once again; he could never be too safe when it came to the avian. "Quackityyy! I made some food, are you hungry?" He happily asked in a sing-songy voice, paying no mind to the fact that he was on the floor and presumably crying given how wet his face had gotten.

By then, his emotions had finished swinging back and forth, seeming a bit numb as he looked up at him silently. He just sighed and took it quietly, picking at it a bit before humming. "Hope you poisoned it..." He mumbled as he took a breath, his wings softly shifting as he blinked slightly. It was pretty good, he was surprised, and he looked down at the food in surprise. "...Que?" Was all he said, clearly surprised about Wilbur's cooking ability as he looked up at him in surprise. "¿Cómo demonios eres tan bueno?" He mumbled out as he stared at him, blinking softly as he slowly ate his food. To be honest, he completely wasn't expecting this sort of treatment, or this quality of food. He hummed softly, closing his eyes in a mildly pleased gesture, his wings shifting softly as he sighed gently. "Mmmmm...muy bueno..." He whispered to himself, hoping Wilbur didn't hear the praise of the food. ["How the hell are you that good?"]