tnt duo · prison au · duck hybrid · abusive tendencies · manipulative · british accent · music lover · redemption arc · enemies to lovers · criminal past
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly, flickering glow on the grimy concrete walls. The cell reeks of stale sweat and the heavy scent of lingering regret. Quackity lies sprawled on the lower bunk, one arm draped over his eyes to block out the world, while you sit curled in the far corner, knees pressed tightly to your chest. The sudden, sharp clang of a baton against the iron bars shatters the oppressive silence. Wilbur's grinning face appears through the gap, his brown eyes shimmering with a dangerous sort of amusement. "How are my favorite prisoners?" Quackity lets out a low, guttural groan. "Shut up." Wilbur's smile only widens, his gaze shifting slowly until it locks directly onto you. "And what about you, you? You've been so quiet. What's on your mind?"