Niki was in her bakery, baking some strawberry muffins when the sound of explosions rang outside. Then, the whole entrance was blown to bits. She screamed, ducking behind her counter. Schlatt walked in, searching around. he found a whimpering Niki behind the counter. She tried to crawl away but he grabbed her and yanked her over the counter. "Go find Wilbur and tell him that this means war." Niki nodded and ran out. Outside was even worse. The whole country was fighting. Buildings were ablaze, blood was spilled, and bodies lay around her. She held back her tears as she ran to Wilbur's house. She burst through the door, breathing heavily. "Nikki!?" Wilbur gasped. "W-Wil! Schlatt's brough the whol country to war! My-my bakery-!" she cried. Wilbur hugged her, calming her down. Quackity donned himself with armor and grabbed a sword. "Where the hell are you going?" Wilbur grabbed his wrist. "To fight him." "Not alone, you're not." he handed Niki a set of armor and some tools. "Keep yourself safe." he says before leaving with Quackity. "Holy hell," he gasped at the chaos. It all made him want to blow it up, but he knew he couldn't. he accompanied Quackity, fighting anyone that dared to hurt him. 

Schlatt was in his office, admiring the chaos. "Schlatt, you little shit!" Quackity growled, rushing at him. Schlatt gasped and jumped out of his chair. Quackity pulled his sword out of the desk. Schlatt was in the corner, smirking. "Welcome back, darling," "Don't you fucking call me that!" Schlatt chuckled. Wilbur was in the doorway, waiting to do something. Quackity lunged at Schlatt, but Schlatt caughed him and pinned him against his chest, face down. "Make one wrong move and I'll rip your fucking wings off." Quackity struggled. Wilbur walked forward, carrying a sword. "Well, hello there, Loverboy." "Schlatt. Let him go." "Why, so you can go fuck him again?" he laughed bitterly. Quackity kicked Schlatt in the knee. Schlatt simply punched him in the mouth. Quackity groaned, spitting blood onto the desk. "Why don't we keep this civil?" Wilbur suggested, though he would kill Schlatt in a heartbeat. "Hm, civil, yes." He removed his hand from Quackity's back. Quackity hesitated as Schlatt walked in front of Wilbur. "No why we don't try to talk this out, hm?" Schlatt nodded. "Even though it's you fault." "Well, I disagree," Schlatt chuckled. "And what would you do to end this war?" 

!!Quick warning, there's gonna be a lot of violent actions happening and mentions of blood!!

"Depends on what you have in-" Quackity grabbed Schlatt and shoved him to the ground. "About fucking time," Wilbur smiled. "Just needed him to be dis- FUCK!!" Quackity screamed as Schlatt yanked at his wing, pulling it right off the bone. Wilbur stood, frozen in shock. Blood dripped down Quackity's back as he fell against Wilbur, cursing under his breath. Schlatt threw Quackity's wing in the corner. "What did I say?" Wilbur looked back at Schlatt, his face hard. "Aw, is someone mad?" he grinned, teasing him. Wilbur set Quackity on the desk, grabbing his sword. "Ooh, you gonna hurt me?" "I'm gonna fucking rip you apart." he slashed at Schlatt, strands of brown hair flying into the air. Schlatt growled and ran at Wilbur. He dodged and shoved Schlatt against a wall. He shook his head, then rammed Wilbur right in the gut, making him fall to the ground. He spit out some blood. "Fucking hell,," Schlatt smirked, kicking the sword away. Wilbur tried to stand, but Schlatt stomped on his foot, causing Wilbur to groan. "Fuck you-" Schlatt kicked him in the face. Wilbur spit up more blood. Quackity jumped onto Schlatt, trying to choke him out. Schlatt managed to throw him off. Quackity landed against a bookshelf, bleeding from the head. He groaned, trying to stand. Wilbur pushed himself up and stabbed Schlatt in the shoulder with a pen. Schlatt laughed mockingly. He shoved Wilbur down as he pulled the bloody pen out of his shoulder. He threw the pen down and smashed it, ink spilling onto the ground. Wilbur groaned. He couldn't remember the last time anbody had ever fought him like this. Schlatt lit a cigar and popped in his mouth as he bent down and grabbed Wilbur's hair, making him look him in the eye. "Is that all you got?" he blew smoke into Wilbur's face, making him cough. "Fuck you," is all Wilbur said. "Hm, guess I'll kill you." he grabbed the sword, staring at it lovingly. Wilbur looked forward at Quackity, who staring at him. He shook his head. "Don' t let him do this to you. You can't lose your last three lives!" he yelled. Wilbur ignored him. "Do it, Schlatt. I've got two more left." Schlatt laughed and shoved the sword into Wilbur's stomach, earning a cry of pain. Quackity took this chance to run out, his vision blurry. He hoped to find someone who would help him. Anybody. Wilbur sat there, waiting to die. "Let's speed this up a bit." Schlatt said as he gripped Wilbur's head in his hands. The last thing Wilbur heard was a bone-crunching snap as the world grew black.

He woke up in his hone. Quackity was hiding in an alleyway, sobbing. Every part of him hurt and he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to get hurt again, so he laid there, waiting for someone-hopefully Wilbur-to find him. The blood loss was getting to him and his head started to feel heavy. The last thing he saw was a black figure that said, "Found you," before he passed out.

hope u enjoyed, stay turned for part 5 :)) (sorry that the chapters have been short)

make sure to drink or eat something >:(

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