P??s??y??c??h??o?? ??L??o??v??e?? (Quackbur)

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// Third Person POV //
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Puffy stared at Alex's schedule and looked at Wilbur's door, "Yeah... he just has Wilbur all day-" She muttered as Nick and Charlie stood next to her, "Why are we scared of this guy?" Charlie questioned, looking over at Puffy and Nick.

"Because he's like 7 foot tall-" Nick cringed, tensing up.

Charlie stared at him and then looked up at Puffy, "Isn't she like... 8 foot or something..." He looked down at her shoes, "In heels."

"Yeah... he's also just really anti-social... which isn't scary- just makes it hard to talk to him." Puffy sighed, "Also he's 6'5. Short ass." She chuckled.
"Bitch-"

"Why are we outside his room?" Charlie asked looking at everyone, "Shouldn't we be going in there? Or... one of us-" He cocked a brow and Nick looked at him, "I'm pretty sure he hates me."
Nick shrugged, "The first time I  saw him he glared at me-"

"Yeah? He just does that, that's his face." Puffy handed Charlie the clipboard, "I had him as my patient for a while, he's not as dangerous as people think, he just has a lot of trust issues..."
Charlie nodded and took the clipboard, "Got it." He nodded and went into the room, jumping as Wilbur went to hug him, "Quacki-" Wilbur looked down at pulled away, confused about why this random person was in his room.

"Who the fuck are you?" He furrowed his brows and backed away from Charlie with a look of disgust on his face, "I'm Charlie Slimecicle and I will be your psychiatrist for the week," He boldly stated, not really expecting Wilbur's reaction.

"Why?" He had multiple emotions running around his mind, was he hurt? Did he just not want to be his psychiatrist anymore...
"He's taking a mental health week. He should be back by next week," Charlie calmly stated, going to sit down on the chair.

"Why?" He followed him to the chair and stared down at Charlie, "Is he okay?"
Charlie raised a brow and hesitantly nodded, "I believe so-" He muttered, getting a little tense at Wilbur's reactions.

"What happened?" Wilbur tensed up, worried about what could have made him take a mental health day.
"Well.. he didn't say but that wouldn't be much of your business. It's healthy to have a mental health break, I'm sure he's fine." Charlie clicked the pen and looked at Alex's notes, "It seems that you two were going to discuss the events of November 16th?"

"Yeah? So-" He started to get a little more defensive as he sat down on his bed, folding his arms.
"Well, I think we should continue that discussion." His eyes didn't leave the clipboard as Wilbur glared at him, "Not with you." Wilbur grumbled, not comfortable with his new psychiatrist.

"And why would that be?" Charlie glanced up from the clipboard, being met eye to eye with Wilbur, "I wanna talk to Quackity..." He mumbled, pouting a bit as he held himself.

"Well sadly Alex isn't available at the moment, so you won't be able to talk to him for a while." Charlie sighed, "I'm sure he wouldn't want you to be upset about him not being able to show up." He was picking up how Wilbur had a preference for Quackity, not that he was hiding it much.

Wilbur pouted like a child and Charlie sighed.
'Guess today won't be a day of progress.' He thought, looking down at the clipboard, getting an idea.

"How would you describe Quackity?" He asked, wanting to at least understand the twos dynamic.
Wilbur thought for a second and looked over at the card he had given him.

"Caring, smart, hard-working, beautiful, understanding, a little impatient at times, very ambitious, strong.., strong-willed.." Wilbur trailed off, smiling more and more as Charlie continued to listen to him.

"I see." Charlie bit his bottom lip and tapped his pen on the clipboard, "Can I assume that will be the only thing you'll be telling me?" He questioned, sighing as Wilbur nodded.
"Alright then."

Charlie looked over the notes again, noticing a meeting scheduled with a reminder to tell Wilbur about it.
"Oh, next week you are getting a visit... on the 24th by-"

"Christmas Eve?" He perked up a bit, "Who's visiting me?" He brightly smiled, leaning forward, excited that someone wants to visit him.
"Uuhm... Techno and Tommy Minecraft?" Charlie brought the clipboard close to his face while Wilbur froze at the names, "Techno... and Tommy-"

His body tensed up at just the thought of his brothers visiting him...
It didn't make sense to him how his brothers, the ones whom he hadn't seen in over a decade. Wanted to willingly visit him? Why? 

He looked over at his desk and felt a few tears well up in his eyes, he gripped his bed and looked back at Charlie who was writing something down, "I think that should conclude our session for the day, I will be back later to check on you." He stood up and Wilbur slowly nodded, grabbing the picture Techno drew for him after Charlie left.

'They want to visit me...?'

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