They had been led back into the kingdom and into the castle and into a living room on one of the top floors. They had sat there for a minute, all awkwardly trying to figure out how to start some kind of conversation. Wilbur watched Quackity as he stared at the three that sat before him, blue eyes alert and watching as the other three stared right back at him. The brunette sighed, leaning back in his seat and in the process pained three pairs of eyes on him.

“He’s like that, never can calm the fuck down for anything-” That earned him a punch to his shoulder, and he in return winced and held it. Quackity glared at him, eyes aflame and threatening to kill him and leave him in a ditch somewhere. “Fuck, can you not hit me?” 

“Why the hell would I ever listen to you? If I wanna fucking punch you I’m gonna punch you, you got that?” His voice was cold and threatening, and the fact he looked actually pissed only made Wilbur smirk and his cheeks slightly dust pink. 

“God, that was unsettling to watch.” Sapnap’s eyes looked from Quackity to Wilbur as he spoke. Quackity glared towards the blaze hybrid, who in defense shrunk away. 

“Well, this is just weird. You two act nothing like our Quackity and Wilbur.” George eventually said, looking almost bored as he spoke. Quackity and Wilbur both looked at the mushroom man with raised brows. 

“How do your Quackity and Wilbur act? I’m curious now.” Wilbur smirked, looking towards the avian who looked frozen in place as they spoke. Guess he was still in denial they were in an alternate universe. 

“Well for one, neither of them look anything like you two.” Karl said, looking thoughtful as he thought. “They both talk to one another kinder, too.” Sapnap chuckled, rolling his eyes before speaking himself. 

“That’s because they’re married, Karl.” That made both Wilbur and Quackity pale, looking at one another as they blinked. Finally, the raven pulled his eyes away, looking towards the wooden ground. So, these two managed to get married? It was something that he and Quackity had talked about when in Pogtopia when they thought they could make a life together, but even the thought of it seemed unrealistic now. They were too different from back then. He had betrayed Quackity and left him alone to fight off all the evil that attacked him after he died. He wished he had not yelled at his father to kill him. He wished he had stayed alive so he and Quackity could be together like the two of them were in this universe. “Are you two not married?” Sapnap asked, looking between the two before settling on Wilbur. 

“No, we are not.” Karl frowned, looking towards Quackity, who was still looking towards the floor. 

“Oh, I see.” Sapnap clears his throat before continuing. “Well other than that, the two run L’manburg together, and pretty much are one of the only peacekeeping kingdoms alongside ours.” 

“L’manburg is standing?” Quackity whispered out. Wilbur himself was stunned, and again, the three looked concerned and confused. 

“Is-” 

“It’s gone. Been blown up to kingdom come too many times for it to be revived.” Wilbur spoke, eyes looking distant. L’manburg stands in this universe, and he rules it. He never thought of his country living on in other realms. But then again, he never thought of other realms in the first place. 

“After dooms day, the people just entered other kingdoms. It was a lost cause, and no one would be brave enough to try and bring it back. A lot went to Snowchester afterward, some to Kinoko kingdom.” Quackity finished, letting himself fall into the couch cushions. “It’s just a memorial sight now, one that is barely visited by people. I think Tommy and Tubbo still go there, but other than that it is nothing more than a fucking hole in the ground.” All three looked petrified at their explanation. 

“What the honk…” Karl looked petrified, as if even the thought that L’manburg was destroyed was too horrible for him to handle. Wilbur guessed that L’manburg had a big impact on the SMP then. 

“Well, what is Snowcester?” George asks, smiling as he tried to get over what Quackity had said beforehand. 

“It's a small community run by Tubbo, though the poor man has been going off the rails lately. After Ranboo’s death, I heard he was threatening to launch a nuke or two towards the prison.” Wilbur hummed in agreement, and again the three looked even more concerned and pale. 

“Ranboo is dead?” Sapnap whispers out. He looked lost, eyes looking towards his lap. 

“Yeah, Sam killed him-” 

“Okay hold on!” George yelled, standing up with his hands out to silence the two before they started going on another horrid tangent. Wilbur chuckled, making the three glare toward him. 

“Sam wouldn’t hurt a fly! Why would he kill Ranboo of all people?” Karl looked on the verge of tears, Sapnap quickly engulfing the other in a tight hug. 

“Not hurt a fly?” Wilbur rolled his eyes. “That man is a death machine.” He looked towards Quackity. “Didn’t he cut off Ponk’s arm?” The avian nodded, watching the people in front of them begin to look even more concerned. I don’t know how much more concerned these people can get. 

“Yeah, he did.” Quackity let a small laugh out, a smile forming on his face. It made Wilbur smile too. 

“How are you guys so calm about this? Sam cut someone's arm off? Shouldn’t you be scared or at least a bit worried about that?” Sapnap asked. He looked desperate for answers now. 

“Not really, there are worse things that have happened. Like me getting a sword shoved through my chest, or Quackity getting half his face obliterated by Technoblade’s pickaxe.” Wilbur shrugged, watching them look from Wilbur to Quackity with uge wide eyes. Again, how much more concern can you get? 

“Okay, fine! What about Las Nevadas? You said that’s where you’re from, right?” Quackity nodded at George’s question.  

“That’s where I’m from. It’s a country filled with casinos and resorts. A place where people can go to get away from the dangers and chaos that our SMP is. I want it to be peaceful and safe.” Quackity glared at Wilbur. “Which is why some people are banned from it.” 

“Oh please, banned? I don’t remember being thrown out any of the times I’ve walked into that country of yours, Quackity.” Quackity glare turned hateful as the brunette smiled wickedly at him. “In fact.” Wilbur leaned forwards, red eyes gleaming at Quackity’s own angry ones, thought he saw the tint of pink that began to form. He leaned forwards, lips almost close enough to touch the avians. “I remember a few times you invited me into your country…” It was Karl’s turn to stand up abruptly, making all four look at him. 

“I’m gonna go make some tea! Yeah! Tea sounds good.” With that, the brunette left the room on quick feet, leaving the four alone. Wilbur turned towards Sapnap as he began to speak. 

"So let me get this straight, you're from another dimension where basically everything is just a burning pile of shit with more shit dropped on top of it nonstop." Sapnap inquires, orange eyes looking from Wilbur to Quackity. The avian that sat next to him only nodded, smiling all the same. 

"Home sweet home." Wilbur laughed, red eyes glinting with an almost murderous intent. It made Sapnap uneasy, he could tell by how he shifted in his seat. Even George looked uneasy by how casually they spoke about their SMP.  

“What happened to you two?” Sapnap whispered out, sympathy filling his eyes. Quackity let out a pained laugh, blue eyes dark as they met the other ravens' eyes. 

“You don’t wanna know.” 

— * —

That Night. . . 

Karl sat at the dining room table with a book open, eyes skimming the words as he ran his fingers through his hair. They're from another universe. How did they get here? Was it because of me? He had found a book about alternate dimensions, and Karl had been reading it since the earlier conversation had stopped. When he had returned with tea the four were looking at anything other than each other, the other Quackity and Wilbur looking at one another as if speaking in their own language. For two people that weren’t together, they sure did seem to be one from outside lookers looking in.

He didn’t have time to think of their weird, mysterious relationship. He had books to dig through to hopefully get some answers. Sapnap came in not long after he flipped to the next page, his orange eyes softening as he saw his husband. Karl smiled back, sitting up some in the process. 

“Wilbur and Quackity are almost here, they’ll be staying for a while before we figure out what’s happening. Knowing Wilbur he’s going to want to let the whole SMP know that they’re here. I don’t know how that’ll go, though. Seeing how they reacted to just meeting us three.” Karl nodded in agreement. 

“We can try and convince them otherwise? We can say… we’ll tell the rest of the SMP if we can’t figure out how to send them home. It’ll probably work.” Karl shrugged as he thought, eyes landing back onto the pages of the book. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea to let the whole SMP know. They like drama, you know that. Remember when t came out that Dream was seeing Punz? Everyone lost it.” Sapnap laughed because of course he remembered. They had to hide Dream for a day or two because people kept trying to find him to ask him about it. 

Everyone was sure that George and Dream would have ended up together, some even saying that they were in a relationship. So when someone figured out Dream and Punz were seeing each other, the SMP basically exploded with the new found information. One of the great negatives of being an important person to the SMP, Karl guessed. It was similar for any of them, not just dream. It was boring and nothing new really happened, people liked when new crazy things arised to the surface.

And now, about almost a year later, after that whole fiasco, the two were planning their wedding. Karl remembers the invitation sitting on his dresser in their room and smiles, He truly is happy for his friends. 

“That’s what I’m saying. We need to keep it on the downlow for now. I don’t think it’d be good for any of them trying to get an insight on what is happening, thy’ll start asking questions. And who knows what could happen after that.” Sapnap agreed. The blaze hybrid grew closer, bringing the smaller man into a tight embrace as he kissed the top of his head, making Karl smile as he melted into the other. 

“Always the voice of reason.” 

“Have to be when I have you as a husband, you hot-headed blaze.” Sapnap only laughed, somehow tightening the comforting hug that the time traveler was engulfed in. Eventually, they parted, the two sitting in comforting air as they had a small conversation, trying to ignore their fears of what could happen tomorrow. George eventually entered, mushroom hat and moss cloak gon with circular glasses covering his face instead. He must have been in his study then. 

“Wilbur and Quackity are here just in time for dinner, who’s grabbing the weird ass doplgangers?” Karl and Sapnap looked at one another, Karl smirking as he quickly touched his nose. 

“Not it!” Sapnap gave a playful glare towards the smaller king. 

— * — 

Wilbur didn’t know how to feel when he first saw his doplganger. To be fair, he didn’t know what to expect. What would he be like? Would he be similar to himself? Ruler of L’manburg and a legendary politician that no one dared go up against? Or would he be the total opposite and be some sort of well renowned rebel leader of sorts? Well, he was proved wrong with both assumptions when he actually met him. 

He looked (dead) tired, liked he hadn’t slept in years, and needed to just collapse and have a long hibernation. Along with that, he looked raggedy, a brown-copper colored trenchcoat covering a faded yellow sweater, which was close to the one that he himself usually wore, yet his was much more lively and brighter. He also had many scars, on his hands and his own face. He may have had more, but he couldn’t see them. He expected brown eyes, but instead maroon stared right back at him, examining him just like he was. Under then sat almost purple bags. A white streak of hair covered his forehead, some bits mixing in with the unruly brown that sat on top of his head. In short, he looked like someone hit him with a train a few times and then left him for dead. 

Even Quackity’s doplganger looked a mess, from his unkempt hair to the nasty scar that sat vertically over his eye and lip. His wings, Quackity’s beautiful wings, were damaged and almost looked broken, very unkempt, and looked as if this Quackity hadn’t preened them in a long time. He looked tired, much like the other Wilbur, with matching bags under his eyes. He didn’t wear blue or anything like he had expected him to wear. Instead, he wore a button-up white shirt, dress pants, military boots, and black gloves with suspenders. He looked as if he was some sort of fuck boy who was trying to be a mafia leader at the same time. All four stared for a long time. All took in the other. And finally, someone spoke. 

“Did I really use to look like that?” Other Wilbur tilted his head, as if he was trying to get a different angle of the more well kept Wilbur. Other Quackity looked over, smirking, before looking towards the still confused Wilbur. 

“Yeah, you did. Kinda lost your handsomness after yu went batshit.” Quackity laughed at hte frown the other produced, the other Wilburs brows creasing before looking towards this universes Quackity, who was still staring at the broken verson of him. 

“Wonder what happened to to you then? Asshole.” That shut the broken Quackity up, blue eyes glaring at the other. 

“At least I didn’t lose my shit!” Quackity growled out. The dead looking Wilbur smiled, not a normal smile though, one that yelled he was going to fuck something up. 

“At least I didn’t get abandoned.” uh- 

“At least I didn’t die!” What?-

“At least I didn’t let people decide what I did, following them without second thought and letting them use me for what they wanted and throwing me away.” The other Quackity looked stunned, pale even as he opened and closed his mouth, obviously unsure how to retaliate. “At least I’m not a piece of shit that doesn’t know who I am or what the fuck I want, treating others like trash just because that happened to me so I want others to feel what I felt. At least I’m not pretending to be fine even though I know I’m not. At least-” A punch to the face, one that knocked Wilbur off his feet and onto his ass. He held his nose, a groan leaving his lips. Above was a crying Quackity, one that had a dark look plaguing his face. 

“At least I know when the hell to shut up.” Wilbur looked between the two, eyes blown wide as he grabbed for his Quackity. His Quackity looked pale, the avians own eyes refusing to leave the scene before them. The broken Quackity looked over, took the two in, and somehow his expression softened, a longing look forming on his tearstained face. “I think I’m going to skip dinner tonight. I don’t want to be around this asshole right now.” 

“Feathers-” A kick to the gut, a intake of air and coughing followed. 

“I told you to stop calling me that!” With that the broken avian left, stomping out with a hard look on his face. The door slammed, and the only noise that was left was a struggling hobo on the ground. That was a lot of information to take in for the L’manburg ruler. Wilbur sighed, looking down towards his husband that looked at the other Wilbur with concerned eyes. The other three on the other side of the living room didn’t say anything, looking as if they’ve seen similar to the interaction that just occurred. Even so, they still looked lost and pale. Wilbur sighed, looking back towards his doplganger before frowning.

This was gonna be a long night.