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

A/N: I love Melanie Martinez tbh

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Wilbur's POV:

His hair was a mess. His eyes bloodshot, causing him to look as if he hadn't slept in months.  His wound from the gunshot I caused was bandaged, but was still bleeding, even though I had shot him days ago and he had gotten medical attention. He was hugging his knees as he talked to himself. I was concerned. Did he already get tortured?

I turned to look at Q. He looked emotionless. How could he look like that when Sapnap was having a literal mental breakdown in front of us?

"Hello, Sapnap." Q said calmly as he walked slowly towards him. Sapnap stopped whispering to himself. He looked up at us. His face flickered from confusion to fear. From his point of view, we were the reason he was trapped in the first place. I would be scared too.

"Listen, I don't want to bother you. I understand and know what you've been through in here. But I just want to know some information, that's it, ok? You understand?"

Sapnap sighed, almost as if he knew it would come to this. Then he shivered, from cold and frozen air, which I understood, it was winter in New York after all.

"You know, I want to go back to my hometown in Texas, and live with my old college roommate, Karl. Those days were the best. I wanted to be a teacher, you know. Teach history and geology. Then I got tangled into this horrible mess..."

Sapnap looked from me to Agent Q attentively. We stayed quiet. "I didn't mean for it to come to this. The first murder. My first murder. It wasn't my fault. He made me do it!"

"Who did?" Q asked politely as if Sapnap didn't answer he wouldn't persist.

Sapnap scowled. He really did look broken. As if we weren't the first ones to visit. He had already gotten tortured. Someone else did it for us. We were just there to rake through the broken bits and pieces of his brain. The destroyed person we still called Sapnap. We were the clean-up. Janitors. He met my eyes. His glossy with tears and filled up with emotions. I looked into the hurt eyes of a man who once was. A man who was great. A man who was smart and level headed. Until life went down hill for him.

"Dream, obviously. Made me kill a man. Told me the 'thrill' would be fun. And when I refused... he threatened to kill me. Dream has no morals. Dream has no 'friends'. Other then George, of course. Gogy planned everything and got his victims from him. I was never  Dream's friend. More like an assailant. Knew him from college." Sapnap was still staring rudely at me. I was starting to get uncomfortable.

Q looked pissed at Sapnap. He cleared his throat, making Sapnap remember he was there.

"So? Do you know where he is? A secret hideout or information we don't know yet?"

Sapnap smiled sadly. Weirdly bitter-sweet for a man who got constantly kicked in the balls for all his adult life. "Dream told me about a scheme he and George planned. When George had stopped answering his calls and he saw missing posters of George all over the news in France that is. He wasn't going to tell me originally. He decided to start his little plan early." He sighed. "He slowly started kidnapping agents from you guys and killing randos to take their place. George had made a list. In order of who to get and where to find the 'replacements', he was always organized. I wonder how he's doing now..."

"Dream got me involved. To think I wanted to start getting my life together. I only drink because I hate the life I'm currently living." He looked down. "He told me everything. Every hideout, every person, every secret, and every teeny-tiny little detail about his plan. But I can't, and I won't, be physically able to tell you. Make sure you to check my pockets." He stood up and walked or limped towards us. Q and I stood in place, unthreatened by him.

He smiled, that bitter-sweet smile. "Tell Karl and my family that I loved them. And be safe, he's coming for you." He grabbed his head. Then he shivered again. Well not shivered, shook. More like convulsed. But not from the harsh cold, from a stroke. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his face went pale. The sight made my blood run cold.

The doctors came rushing in, maybe to try to save the poor man's life. But from the sound of his voice and his last words, it didn't sound like he thought he was going to make it. I didn't think he was going to make it either. His bloodshot eyes then were the last time I was going to see them open. Rest his soul. 

As the doctors shuffled his still, cold body out of the room, I wiped a stray tear from my cheek. I glanced at Q, for some sort of guidance, but all I saw was his face, pale and aghast, that shone with shock and fear of the unknown. His mouth lay agape in a small 'o' for awhile until he finally spoke.

"What did he mean by 'he's coming for you'?"

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A/N: It's getting spicy getting loves! Also we hit 3k reads! Awesome! And we are sooo close to hitting 150 votes lol