#Q is making a pumpkin duo fic in ao3 (Wilbur blogger being the editor and posting it)

[fuck-you-im-the-president]

Last I heard, he was in his bedroom. Apparently got too careless with hurting himself, and instead of bringing it up, he just went about his day. Most likely passed out from dizziness and/or blood loss. I saw Quackity taking him out of the house and to the hospital.

wow. uhm. those are certainly words you said about your son.

– An insider.

oh. fuck. I didn't even know they left.

Literally don't care. he's resembling Alexis more now so it doesn't matter.