~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

A/n : Idk I just like this picture of Quackity. Thoughts? Any Quackity simps in the chat?

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Wilbur's POV:

The bed was cold, hard, and uncomfortable. I was in a doctor's office. I never knew the cot felt like this. I was always the one doing the check-ups.

"Hey Wilbur, are you ok? Your heart rate is speeding up." Dr. C look up at me, genuinely worried about me. He was a nice guy, I wonder how he got wrapped up in a situation like this. Working with the government, as a doctor and a spy. So that's what I asked him.

"Well, it was a long time ago. I graduated from Harvard Medical School as the best doctor in the class. Actually the whole school. Guaranteed to be a very successful doctor. Every hospital in the country had their eyes on me. But, I guess not only hospitals had their eyes on me."

He laughed. It was a mix of bitterness and happiness. It confused me. I guess this job for him was bittersweet. He DID always have to work with dead bodies. He put a thermometer under my arm.

"One day, I was sitting on my sofa at my apartment, you know enjoying my life. I was 23 at the time. Then I heard something break, it sounded like glass. So, of course I went to see how it broke. Then I blacked out. Don't remember a thing." There was a small beep and then he removed the thermometer. "Looks like normal temperature..."

He walked over to a small table and grab something. When he turned around, I saw a small, narrow-looking needle. I knew it wouldn't hurt as much a large needle but it still made me feel a bit uneasy.  

"I'm going to draw some of your blood. Should be quick." He poked the sharp needle in my skin. I hissed at the sudden pain. "Sorry. I must have done that to hard." Soon, red liquid began to fill up the tiny space in the needle. He took it out. He wiped the injection area with alcohol to clean the cut, and put a Band-Aid on it.

He turned around. Probably to test my blood. "That day, I woke up to a bunch of people surrounding me. It scared the crap out of me! That was the day I meet Agent S and Agent Q. But back then Agent Q was just an assistant of S'. After I joined he quickly became "second-in-command". That's what everybody calls him at least. He isn't officially second in charge, but he might as well be. He knows everybody's government name, helps with meetings with the leaders of different countries, and is the best at his job!"

He turned back to face me. "Your blood looks completely normal! No complications! Which is great, it'll be harder to work if you're sick."

"So do you enjoy this job?"

It looked like he wasn't expecting that question. He looked confused for a split second then smiled at me.

"Of course I do! Why would I still be here if I didn't?" He said that happily. Then he went on a small rant about how fun it is to work with the same like minded people everyday and how he loved the friends he's made so far.

But if it were up to me to decide, I would say he didn't like this job. At all.

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