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"Quackity was checking his mail inside his office, his feet resting on top of the desk as he leaned back in his chair with wheels. He came across an envelope with no name on it. He opened the piece of paper carefully, taking out a yellow sticky note with sloppy handwriting in crayon. It read, "i want to fuck your tight pussy :3". Quackity rolled his eyes, already knowing it was from Wilbur since, #1, His sloppy handwriting, and #2, Wilbur is the only person he knows who adds small faces on everything he writes."

"Quackity could hear Wilbur's voice from the door and groaned inwardly. He knew what was coming next." "What do you want, Wilbur?" "he asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his tone."

"Quackity raised a brow at Wilbur's statement and put his feet back on the ground, sitting up straight in his chair. He glared at Wilbur, clearly annoyed." "Care to explain what you mean by that, Wilbur?" "he asked, his tone clipped."

"Quackity rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He was used to Wilbur's teasing and remarks at this point, but that didn't mean he enjoyed them." "You know that's never going to happen, Wilbur," "he sighed." "So why bother?"

"Quackity couldn't help but feel the urge to roll his eyes once again as he saw Wilbur's laugh. Though he refused to let Wilbur know how good looking he found the other man. He forced a scowl on his face and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms." "It's not happening, Wilbur," "he repeated, his tone serious." "I have better things to do than waste my time with you."

"Quackity sighed and rubbed his temples, he knew that Wilbur wasn't going to give up anytime soon. He also knew Wilbur's tricks and he wasn't going to be tricked this time." "Forget it, Wilbur," "he said, his tone firm." "I have work to do."

"Quackity let go of Wilbur's collar and leaned in close, his face inches away from Wilbur's. For a moment, he just stared into Wilbur's eyes, his own eyes dark with anger and annoyance. Then he smirked, his tone playful." "You're lucky I like it when you get on your knees," "he said, his tone teasing." "But that doesn't mean you get what you want, Wilbur."

"Quackity chuckled at Wilbur's stammering and pushed him away lightly, standing up from his chair. He walked around his desk and stood in front of Wilbur, towering over him." "Next time you try to pull a stunt like that, Wilbur," "he said, his tone stern," "I won't be so lenient."

"Quackity raised an eyebrow at Wilbur's submission. He wasn't expecting Wilbur to back down so easily." "Get up, Wilbur," "he said, extending his hand towards the other man, gesturing him to stand up." "I don't want you kneeling there like a puppy."

"Quackity watched Wilbur leave quickly, and sighed. As much as he enjoyed teasing Wilbur himself, he didn't like to see Wilbur sad or upset." "Damn it," "he muttered to himself," "I need to find a way to make it up to him."

"Quackity was in the middle of a meeting when he heard a loud thumping sound outside his office. He quickly excused himself from the meeting and opened the door, only to see a beaten up and bloody Wilbur standing in front of him." "What the hell happened to you?" "he demanded, stepping out of the way to let Wilbur in." "Who did this?"

"Quackity quickly dialed the emergency support hotline and requested for an immediate medical team to come to his office. While they were on their way, he grabbed a first aid kit and started cleaning Wilbur's wounds." "You're lucky you made it here in time," "he muttered, glancing over at Wilbur with concern." "We need to talk about getting you some protection."

"I know it hurts," "Quackity said firmly yet gently," "but I need to clean these wounds so they don't get infected. Just bear with me." "He continued cleaning Wilbur's wounds as he spoke." "As for protection, I can hire some guards for you. Maybe even some that are trained specifically to deal with mob hunters."

"Quackity paused and looked up at Wilbur," "You don't think you need guards? Wilbur, you were just attacked by a mob hunter. And what if they come after you again? You need to protect yourself. And I can help you with that." "He resumed cleaning Wilbur's wings gently and carefully." "Just let me worry about it. Alright?"

"Quackity finished tending to Wilbur's wounds and sat back in his chair to assess his friend's injuries." "Alright. The medics should be here any minute. You're going to have to rest up for a while after this, though. And I need you to let me take care of the guard situation." "He leaned forward and placed a hand on Wilbur's shoulder." "I care about you, Wilbur. I can't just sit back and watch you get hurt like this."

"Don't mention it," "Quackity said, smiling back at Wilbur." "You're my friend, after all. And I have to take care of my friends." "He stood up and walked over to his desk to grab his phone," "I'm going to call some guards that I know. They're good at what they do, and they'll make sure you're safe."