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“Is this thing on?” The sound of hands adjusting his phone was heard against a black screen before Alexis appeared back on the screen with a wide smile “Is this thing on? Guys?”

Quackity leaned a bit closer to the screen as the viewers began to pile in. His grin only widened as he watched the numbers continue to rise. The persona slipping back on like an easy mask, safe and comfortable as he clapped excitedly. He had a lot to tell his viewers a lot of news on what his plans of the future was but always finding a fun way to do it was a bit more of a challenge.

“Hello everyone! Hello!” He said happily, his eyes scanning the hundreds of messages piling saying hello back to him “Alright I bet you’re wondering what we’re going to do today. So-“

A pause for dramatic affect, an excited giggle escaping his throat as he watched the messages scramble. This amount of attention always gave him fuel for his adrenaline. Always made him feel like the world was setting itself up to allow him to walk easily to victory.

“We’re going to do a bit of a drive and vlog style live. I wanted to find some cool stuff in town maybe you guys can guess what the announcements I have planned. Before I start does anyone want to guess what any of these plans are?”

He leaned closer to the phone again, watching as some ideas came in. There was a lot of DSMP guesses, he knew that would be on there. After He and Charlie had meant to continue to a new finale, people had wanted to know what happened to Slime. Wanted to know what would happen to C!Quackity. There was also talk of asking if he was going into Origins which- to be fair he had spent plenty of time asking Wilbur but his friend had told him gently that he was over working himself by playing DSMP and Karmaland already.

“I’m seeing a couple Origins- also seeing some of you asking about Karmaland, you’re pretty close but not quite.” He laughed and finally started up the car, the engine purred to life as he reversed it from the parking spot he had picked out at the park he had decided to start the live.

“Alright so skipping the announcement stuff for now we’re going to go shopping!” He laughed.

He drove down a couple extra streets than necessary making sure that there weren’t any way for people to know where he was going at first. He didn’t exactly want to be bombarded by fans when he was out and about. Finally finding a parking spot close enough to the shops before getting out.

“Now I’m not sure if you guys know this but I’m a stickler for books.” He said as he unbuckled the seatbelt with a click and stepped out as he grabbed the phone off the phone holder, “I actually got done with a really good one recently that’t not my usual reads called “Frankenstein” I know, I know, it’s considered mandatory reading in American schools but if you read it without needing a grade you’ll be shocked man! Genuinely so good!”

He read a few people booing his opinions but smiled when he saw a couple people also agreeing with him.

“Listen, listen if you guys don’t like Frankenstein you’re wrong and that’s okay-“ a pause before he laughed “Actually it’s not okay but it’s not my fault you’re missing out.”

He was walking down the road contently, grabbing his sunglasses to keep the hot sun out of his eyes but also to allow him to look away from the camera on occasion to make sure people were’ t planning on surprising him from his sides. He had plenty of fans come up trying to get their 5 seconds of fame and he wasn’t really into that thought today of all days.

As he turned the corner he wasn’t happy to see the bookstore that had recently opened seemed to be mostly vacant. Normally he didn’t mind so much if a place was a bit more busy but recently with his popularity starting to skyrocket due to the dsmp he had found himself more nervous than before. Opening the door into the bookstore he was surprised at how dim it was.

The owner looked up at him before noticing the phone out and scowling but said nothing about it. The store owners here knew better at this point since a lot of people in LA were content creators. They’d simply lose buisness if they annoyed the wrong person on live. Quackity found himself relaxing a bit as he walked into the science fiction section.

“Alright chat, I was thinking about maybe another Mary Shelly book.” He said, his voice low as he leaned over the shelves. He grabbed the first book he saw, The Last Man. He smiled at the camera- “What do we think chat? Maybe we could do some light reading together? Maybe a book club for my dear subscribers.”

He was all smiles, before he walked over to the owner and went to grab out his wallet a moment before pausing when he saw the books behind the other man. Behind him was a shelf covered in glass doors. Most likely they were first editions but he noticed one of them looked particularly older and had a spiral on it that reminded him almost of Karl’s DSMP character. He remembered Karl telling him something about how his character had been inspired by some time traveling character from an older book and he was suddenly curious if that was it.

Karl had claimed the book had been life changing.

He tilted his head at it before looking at the owner again.

“And that one-“ He said, nodding towards the old book. The shop owners paused a moment before looking at the book.

“It’s pretty expensive kid, you sure?” The older man asked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure.” He said with a nod, already getting his buisness card out. He would use it for a stream and at least get some money back from the purchase and maybe after would gift it to Karl if it was good enough.

The man went to the cabinet and took it out with a cloth between himself and the cover.

“It’s old, first edition.” He explained, “Gotta be real careful with getting oils on it and under certain lights.”

Quackity paused as he got a closer look at it. Besides the purple spiral on it there were other things on it. It looked almost like old runes but he gave a nod. He grabbed an old reciept to grab it from him to keep his own fingers from touching the cover which made the owner snort in amusement but he could tell how he was tensed that the choice of what he was using was probably cringe worthy.

He nearly fell over when he heard the price was nearly $5,000 but then again he was really into collector pieces so as much as the price made him wince he had enough to pay for it and doing a couple streams with it would pay for itself.

Carefully he put the books into his bag carefully and walked out of the store.

That night once the stream was over he sat on his bed silently, the bag was in his lap as he stared inside. He hadn’t been able to get his mind off of the books. His phone buzzed a moment as Wilbur messaged him.

>> Wilbursoot: Hey Congrats on the DSMP announcement. Let me know when you’re available for my own finale. Utah Bound u know?

Quackity picked the phone up and smiled softly, he felt a lot more relaxed. He had finally managed to get all the schedules of his friends and himself lined up to get the finale done. Wilbur was still on tour and wouldn’t be able to make an appearance for it but they had already talked about the QSMP and Wilbur being on board when Quackity got all his ducks lined up.

>> Quackity: Thanks and u got it boss <3.

Wilbur left a quick blue heart in response making Quackity exhale softly before putting the phone down and looking back at the bag once again. His hand rested on ‘Last Man’ first to put on his bookshelf for the next read but his fingers brushed the paper he had gently placed over the older copy he had bought. He hadn’t even checked the title of it, he supposed he should do that now?

Carefully he grabbed the paper making sure his fingers didn’t brush the actual cover and possibly ruin it before scoffing. This was technically his own copy now, he didn’t need to listen to rules. Not when the book was completely his. Finally he removed the paper, his eyes staring down

‘The Nexus’ by Unknown stared back at him, the cover was beautiful. The spiral was even the same purple that Karl used for his character, this would have for sure been the book he had liked. The runes on the cover looked almost iridescent as he moved to look at it from a couple different angles before finally allowing his hands to rest on the actual cover.

One second he was sitting on his nice earthy colored bed and the next he found himself sitting on a bench in the rain. He blinked at his hand now getting covered by raindrops. His hands empty but there was a weight on his back as he turned to look back in alarm. Yellow wings welcomed him, puffing up as his own body panicked.

His fingers dug into his pant legs as the smell of rain and earth filled his nostrils, the sound of slot machines and electricity coursing through the city’s neon lights around him making his head spin. This almost looked like….No, no, that was impossible. Las Nevadas was only pixels…this? This was larger than life staring him in the face.

Not this had to be a dream- he must have passed out. His eyes were wide as he leaned foreword in panic, his new wings arced in alarm as he stared at the puddle near him. The man that stared back at him was still him. There wasn’t a scar down his face but the clothes? They didn’t look like the Las Nevada’s clothes but the blue jacket and pants.

“What the fuck is going on?” He asked himself in alarm, his voice barely below a whisper as he stared at his reflection like a man haunted. Oh god something was wrong, really wrong.

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Alexis slowly rose his eyes from the ground again to try to get his bearings. His mind still reeling from the shift of location so vastly different from his own bedrooms. His hands shook against his legs where fingers dug into fabric and skin as he attempted and failed at grounding himself. He sucked in a shaky breath as his eyes landed on the large fountain in front of him. Even in the heavy rain it still bubbled and continued on with its show of lights. This couldn’t be happening…

He remembered making that fountain nearly a year ago and having been so proud that it worked. Showing off his hard work to Foolish late at night through discord. It had been mostly concrete and coddle on the parts that weren’t needed to be seen, now it stood in front of him real, more than just pixels and blocks. The fountain prayed a bit harder making interesting patterns that he had only imagined when he had made the concept in his brain of how it would work if it was really real.

“This is fucked.” He said, a laugh bubbling up from his chest in disbelief. His new wings flapped a bit, getting the jitters out of his body but only adding more nervousness at the reminder he had these new appendages.

He got up slowly from the bench, going to the fountain and pressing his hand on the cold surface. The sound of water and the soft hum of the red stone powering the light show filled his senses as he stared up at it in disbelief. He stared at it a second more before his wings flared and he jogged the opposite direction.

This had to be a dream, a very realistic one that he could feel and smell. Those did happen to people occassionally right? All he had to do was walk off the stage right? Find an inconsistency in the stage and focus on it like it a lamp being slightly off in a memory. He took in a shaky breath, walking deeper into Las Nevadas.

To be honest there was a lot of inconsistencies from his own memories. He had made some extra empty buildings in his build to make it more realistic but there was a lot more than he remembered. Not to mention all of those supposed empty buildings? They now all had businesses and homes in them. It wasn’t even made awkwardly where a house may be next to a buisness but everything was neat and orderly, not something that a dream would be. The rain and warmth of the desert around him sticking to him with a sickly humid that reminded him of his time with Karl in North Carolina.He had to admit to himself that he hadn’t expected to feel weather in a weird dream.

Then it really began, as some people came out of the businesses, ending their days as the sun began to climb down from the sky. Their eyes would land on him, surprise would line their face as he realized who he was or…who he was impersonating. One young woman and her son walked out of the a newly put in cafe, her eyes went to him quickly surprised.

“Mr.Quackity.” She said with a smile, quickly smoothing out her apron as her son hid behind her shyly “If I’d known you were coming for a visit I would have stayed open a bit later.”

Quackity blinked at her surprised, after all he didn’t expect to have anyone care or even notice him. He wasn’t the character that he protrayed and didn’t even have the right outfit on but- clearly when he remembered his role the dream would play that way right? He swallowed nervously and laughed.

“Haha yeah I didn’t really expect to be in the neighborhood, but I’ll uh…I’ll make sure I come back and visit properly yeah?” He said trying to play it cool but knowing he was floundering. The woman bless her heart though continued to smile as though she couldn’t tell that he was having some sort of crisis.

“Of course! I hope you find what you’re looking for! I look foreword to you coming to the cafe another time.” She answered before gently nudging her son foreword so they could prepare to walk away “It was good seeing you.”

“Y-yeah you too!” He called after her, giving her a small wave goodbye before he continued on, trying his best to pick up the pace. He pulled out his cellphone a moment hoping that he could use something on there to spark his consciousness and make him wake up but he stuttered when instead of his IPhone there was a communicator in his hand. It looked like an old blackberry phone that the keyboard slid out from under the screen. There was a couple people with their online symbols and a few on do not disturb.

He took in a shaky breath as he went to type before taking a breath suddenly feeling like he was strangely intruding and simply pocketing the communicator again. He would wake up another way just in case he was sleep walking or something. That had happened before when he was under enough stress the last thing he needed was waking up to realize he had actually messaged someone when he was sleeping and sent them a cryptic message.

“God what do i do..?” He asked himself, pressing his hands onto his face, overwhelmed. He could feel tears beginning to prick at his eyes as he began stumbling foreword. More people tried to talk to him as he passed but he was too overwhelmed to entertain them.

The rain wasn’t letting up, his clothes were now soaked through, his hair was flat against his face as he pressed onwards before finding himself near the fountain again. His eyes went back to the water once more before taking a deep breath, okay this was still somehow a nightmare. He didn’t exactly know how he was going to fix this, but once he was awake he was definitely going to only touch that book with paper or cloth in case this was some kind of reaction to the contact.

The longer he walked through the streets of Las Nevadas the more anxious and hopeless he felt. His eyes would scan for any sign of inconsistencies that might wake him up. His fingers would press into his arms until there were crescent indents on his skins that were so deep they nearly bled. He winced as one of his nails nicked his skin enough to allow crimson beads to form on his skins before being washed away by rain drops.

God this was- somehow real? Maybe the cover had something physcodelic on it and he was having a bad trip? He could feel the fear and frustration ripple through him almost violently. His shoulders began heaving a bit from the sheer overwhelming feelings. His eyes looked down as he tried to hide his emotions the best he could as people in the street tried to give him space, parting for him almost reverently which only added more fuel to the confusion he had.

A hand went to dab at his eyes as he kept his eyes cast down on the puddles below his feet. He was walking aimlessly now, hoping to god whatever was happening here was temporary. That he would come out of this trip and this would all just be a funny story or cautionary tale for his viewers. His shoulders and chest heaved as he felt a sob come on, the feeling of hopelessness trying to drown him in that moment, begging to be let out.

What he hadn’t expected as he kept walking was to hit a large warm mass in front of him. This person that he had run over far taller than he was resulting in him toppling back onto the pavement as his eyes widened. He hadn’t been so used to people parting for him, getting out of his way that he was shocked to find that someone had either made a choice not to move or had also been to preoccupied to move themselves.

“Shit-“Quackity said, his eyes still downcast a moment now embarrassed, “Sorry, wasn’t watching where I was going.”

He looked up finally only to realize there was an extended hand near his face, open and relaxed.

“This wasn’t exactly how I expected us seeing one another again, Big Q.” A British accent, soft but there was something dangerous and amused underneath “Do you always find yourself doing laps around the fountain during rainstorms or is this a new hobby I’ve yet to witness until today?”

Silence as the voice, that voice, hit him. How many late night discord calls had they done together? How many wine streams had filled their lives? That voice had been an anchor in the dark plenty of times but the way his voice sound, the way he spoke, was just slightly off.

“Wilbur?” He stammered, finally bothering to look up at him, really look.

Wilbur looked like himself of course, there was rarely any difference between how the content creators saw themselves versus the characters. However looking at this Wilbur there were definitely differences, for one- he had huge wings that even put Quackity’s new ones to shame. His were brown like a hawks and just as massive. His eyes were a bit more hardened, from years of war and loss, of time in limbo that his Wilbur had never experienced. He could see a scar poking out from under his shirt that started at the bottom of his neck. His face a bit thinner, more jagged and angled. But the one thing that sealed it for him was the white streak that was clearly in Wilbur’s hair.

Wilbur smiled and a whole new feeling of terror began to fill him in the pit of his stomach.

“In the flesh. Did you miss me Big Q?” He asked “I know you banned me from Las Nevadas but you didn’t expect me to actually listen to those silly little rules did you?”

Quackity stared at him like a deer in headlights before he looked down at the hand that was still waiting for him patiently to take. Even though he was scared and he knew this Wilbur was ultimately the worst person to find him if this was the DSMP he found himself taking the hand.

Quackity opened his mouth to say something before closing it again. Unsure what to say, what to do. Wilbur’s fingers wrapped around Quackity’s before hoisting him up to his feet with a soft grunt before they stood there together. Wilbur’s eyes looked him up at down as if assessing his prey before stepping back when he seemed to notice something was off about Quackity’s posture or the emotions coming off him in waves.

“You alright?” Wilbur asked after a moment.

“Yeah,” He lied, “Never better.”

Wilbur snorted.

“Horsehit.” Wilbur replied, “Come on, you’re coming with me. No arguing.”

“But I-“

“I said no arguing.” Wilbur said in an almost sing song voice as his hand squeezed Quackity’s gently in an attempt to ground him.

Quackity let out a huff of a sigh and found that for the first time in ages he didn’t have the heart to argue.

He would rather be near a mad man than be alone, especially now, especially in this foreign world that almost felt slightly familiar now that someone wearing his friends face was bringing him somewhere he hoped would be safe.

“This better not be a trap.” Quackity managed, sounding a bit unsure.

“Oh I’m wounded,” Wilbur said, feigning hurt before chuckling “Surely you know me better than that.”

Quackity snorted at that.

“I know you, that’s the problem.” Alexis murmured.

All Wilbur said in response was a soft amused hum in agreement as he led him along towards the edge of Las Nevadas and towards a Camarvan that sat in the distance waiting for them both.

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The walk from the sand to the transition of grass made Quackity relax slightly. It was odd to see such a change in biome even if it was technically Minecraft. It was a bit less of a stark contrast, sand slowly shallowing until grass shoots appeared underneath the sand. Sand began to disperse to become strictly grass beneath his feet. The van stood a couple yards from the Las Nevada’s line, the perfect line of sight to the Needle and the casino.

“You’ve been keeping tabs on me huh, Soot?” He asked after a moment, trying to slip the mask back into place to protect himself.

“Mm? Oh no, course not.” Wilbur said as he walked ahead so he could unlock the door to the van. The rain making soft tack tack sounds agains the metal.

“You sure? Sure looks like it.” He noted with a forced smile. He could do this this could feel normal, he could imagine this was one of their old late nights on discord together instead of practically a stranger opening the car in front of him.

“No, it’s close to Fundy is all.” Wilbur said with a shrug, but Quackity didn’t buy it. He wasn’t cruel enough to admit that though, admit that his own Wilbur said that his character didn’t think about Fundy because it hurt to much. That Fundy wasn’t a mistake but Wilbur’s plans after having him had created a rift large enough that Wilbur himself wouldn’t allow himself near Fundy.

Quackity stepped into the van, his eyes casting over the old wooden table at the side with a worn booth on both sides big enough for two people on each side. Surely the table could lift up and made a futon if needed. Most like that had been where Tommy had originally slept during their time in the camarvan. There was a small bathroom in the back and behind that was a small space that was meant to be the 1 bedroom. The door to it was closed making it where Quackity wasn’t able to see what it looked like.

There was counter space on the other side. A single stove top and a small sink. He hadn’t expected it to look so crowded, so full of life considering the old camarvan had plenty of shelving space on the computer. Instead of brewing stands he did see some beakers still leaning against some surfaces now unused. He supposed that made sense, they were trying to make this a burger van- now he understood how it didn’t do so great. A single stovetop in something that basically was a run down shady RV wouldn’t get enough business but he had to commend Wilbur for trying certainly.

“Alright- first things first.” Wilbur said as he walked past him to go into his room and coming back. With some of his own old clothes, Quackity raised an eyebrow.

“What are you expecting to do with that?” Alexis asked skeptically.

“Nothing, you however?” He asked leaning foreword conspiratorially “You are going to change into something warmer and far less soaking wet.”

Quackity scoffed but internally he was relieved. Wearing something warmer would definitely ground him more, make him feel more human. But then there was a new problem- the wings. He definitely couldn’t ask Wilbur for help in that department, couldn’t even begin to tell Wilbur who he was or…wasn’t. He’s have to be especially careful.

“You can’t be serious I mean you’re like what? A foot taller than me?” Quackity said, hoping that maybe Wilbur would consider that a good enough excuse but Wilbur simply snorted amused as he pressed the clothes into Quackity’s chest

“Just put them on Quackity.”

Quackity looked down at the clothes in his hands now slightly damp from being pressed into him but he sighed loudly.

“Fine.”

“Bathrooms to the right.”

Wilbur didn’t even bother to turn around to watch the other man go, he was already working on grabbing a small coffee maker down from one of the shelves. More than likely to make them both something to warm their bones. Alexis couldn’t help but feel that gratefulness again for the man even though he wasn’t sure he could trust this version as far as he could throw him. Which considering how he was significantly shorter than Wilbur? Wasn’t far at all.

Carefully Quackity latched the door and allowed the wings to droop as he stared at the mirror silently. He carefully unzipped the jacket and took in a deep breath as he prepared to get frustrated by the new appendages on his back but was surprised that it only took a couple of tries to get on side off and let the clothes slip off the second wing with a splat on the ground. Then he took off the blank tank top.

The button up shirt of Wilburs was a bit harder to put on then the other clothes were to take off. He wasn’t exactly sure how to put the shirt on (Did his arms go in first or the wings?) but after far too long of trying to figure out he had managed to get the wings in and his arms with a relieved huff.

The pants were a lot easier even if they hung well past his feet. He simply leaned over and curled them up to his ankles. He stared at himself in the mirror, feeling he looked ridiculous but there wasn’t really much he could do. He either wore this or wore his soaked through clothes and possible get sick- he’s take looking silly at least for the moment.

Scooping up his wet clothes he walked back into the narrow hallway and saw Wilbur sitting at the booth sipping at his own mug before looking up. The man looked him up and down a moment before taking another sip.

“Took you long enough, was beginning to think you got stuck.” Wilbur teased, “The latch can be a bit tricky.”

“Yeah- yeah, the latch.” Quackity laughed nervously, thankful that he thought it was that and not the fact that he had been fussing over his wings.

Wilbur smiled slightly though it looked- forced? His hand went out, gesturing towards the other seat that was empty. Another mug was placed across from him, still steaming. An invitation that made Quackity’s body relax further as he walked towards the booth himself.

“Oh, go ahead and put the wet clothes over there-“ Wilbur said, waving a hand towards the small pile on the floor near a closet. More than likely it had a washer and drier unit in it. He paused before doing as he was told before going back to the booth.

He scooted into the free space and watched as Wilbur pulled out an old Las Nevadas newspaper, adjusting his glasses a moment to get a better view before continuing to read in silence. Alexis’ eyes stared at him a moment before looking down at his hands in his lap.

“So-“Wilbur asked, ruffling the paper slightly as he peered up at him with a glint in his eyes that Quackity had to admit he never saw on his own Wilbur’s face. There was a glint of suspicion and something darker “Who are you really?”

“W-what?” Quackity basically croaked out in surprise at that. There wasn’t any big differences between himself and the character he didn’t know what exactly had given him away. “Wilbur- what are you even talking about I’m Quackit-“

“No, no. Don’t bullshit me.” The other man said, finally setting the paper down, “You did a good job looking like him but you missed a really important detail.”

Wilbur pointed at his own eye and Alexis blinked a moment as his brain blanked before realization hit him hard. When he had looked at the puddle when he first got here he didn’t have the scar the other version would have had from Technoblade attacking him.

Oh. Oh no.

Alexis looked down at the coffee now not sure if he should trust the drink in case it was poisoned. But he didn’t see Wilbur being that type of person even this version. Because he still knew that while the character Wilbur thought that everyone hated him that he still cared deeply for people he once considered his friends.

“I- I can explain.” Quackity managed “I AM Quackity just- shit how do I explain this without sounding crazy?”

Wilbur watched him with a hard expression

“We’ll start from the beginning.” He stated, “Your name and where you came from.”

He still thought that Quackity wasn’t him which he supposed made sense, if someone looked slightly off from his own friend he’s be suspicious too. He’s probably assume some sort of stalker cosplayer that was trying to worm their way into the friend group before telling them the truth.

“Okay-“ He managed. “I’m Alexis I was originally from Mexico but moved to LA about two years ago.”

Wilbur didn’t seem to accept that but wasn’t arguing for now.

“You don’t understand.” Alexis continued “I didn’t ask to be here- this is like a nightmare or something. This isn’t my world or like- none of this is supposed to even be real. At least not like this.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your world?” Wilbur asked, sounding less suspiciously and more intrigued.

“Like-“ Alexis let out a frustrated sound from his chest as he rubbed his eyes “This isn’t my world Wilbur. The DSMP was just some game in my computer that me and my friends would stream. None of this is real. I’m the content creator, the Quackity you know is a character I made up for a Minecraft roleplaying.”

“So you’re trying to claim that anyone in this world is just some made up character?” Wilbur deadpanned, “Are all of your excuses this bad?”

“It’s not an excuse!” Alexis replied, raising his voice before moving back and taking in a deep shaky breath as he tried to calm down “How can I prove this to you?”

Wilbur paused a moment before shrugging.

“I’d say tell me something only you would know but that doesn’t exactly cross our Ts and dot our is as they say.” Wilbur said before his eyes lit up “Actually- you could tell me something that only I would know right? You’re claiming you’re from another world and we’re all friends? Then this other me would have told you something about his plans for me.”

Quackity sucked in a breath, that could work but what exactly could he tell him without possibly- oh. He knew exactly what he needed to tell him.

“Utah.” Quackity replied after a second, Wilbur nearly choked on his coffee that he was sipping.

“How- What exactly about Utah?” Wilbur asked as he tried to slip the mask again but it was already too late.

“You were originally from Utah, you used to work at a gas station and then you went on a fishing vessel and ended up here from a storm.” Quackity said “You’re planning to go back which, by the way, is stupid.”

Wilbur couldn’t keep the mask from slipping this time, his mouth hung open slightly.

“What the fuck?”

“Yeah, yeah my thoughts exactly.” Quackity said with a tight lipped smile as he finally brought his own coffee to his lips.

He watched as Wilbur stared at him as though he had grown a second head.

“You can imagine now why this would be a lot for me?” Alexis asked after a moment “I just appeared here after touching some random book after I made an announcement about my characters own finale and now I’m actually like- here.”

Wilbur could only stare at him a moment longer before clearing his own throat.

“I can’t say that I get it or understand completely but I suppose I can empathize.” Wilbur managed “So-what do you need?”

“A way to get home?” Alexis asked with a breathless laugh.

“Not sure if I can help with that-“ Wilbur said with an apologetic smile “Might be able to give you a tour of the server, see if there’s anything you recognize that might get you home?”

Quackity paused a moment at that thought, he doubted it would just be something he would find easily before he froze. Las Nevadas did have extensive libraries in the country. He knew that in the actual game that they were just blank books but here they’d be real. Here they might be able to find a copy of the book that had brought him here that could maybe take him back.

“So this tour will also be Las Nevadas?” He asked curiously, Wilbur paused.

“Well that would depend.”

“On?”

“You?”

A pause between the two.

“Me.” Quackity repeated looking confused.

“Yes, on how well you can act like the version of you from here. You see,” Wilbur explained “Big Q from Las Nevadas made it off limits for me to stop foot in the country so I’d have to have Big Q tell his employees to stand down when trying to kick me out.”

“You were there earlier today.” Alexis replied, giving him a pointed look.

Wilbur laughed.

“Yes well, I never was a stickler for the rules but walking around the streets of Las Nevadas is one thing, going into the casino- the belly of the beast, if you will- is a whole other ball game.”

Alexis paused a moment before nodding.

“Alright, so act like DSMP me and tell everyone that you’re free to come into the casino.” He repeated, “I can do that.”

If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t sure if he could. If Wilbur hadn’t been fooled than the others certainly wouldn’t but- he assumed it would be worth a try. Wilbur gave a nod, standing up now to go over to the soaked clothes and began to bundle them up in his arm as he moved them towards the washing machine.

“First we get these clothes cleaned, you sleep in the van tonight, tomorrow we go and try to pull this off as smoothly as possible.” Wilbur began “And-Alex?”

Alexis perked up a moment.

“Yes?”

“Don’t speak about Utah to anyone, that includes Tommy. We don’t mention it anywhere, even the walls have ears.”

Quackity paused before slowly nodding. He wouldn’t mention it if it meant going home sooner. He could practically imagine himself being back in his bed by tomorrow night. For now as long as he could hold onto that thought he would be okay, and now he had someone who knew who he was- really was and would help him get home. That’s all he could ask for really.

“You got it boss.” He whispered.