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Wilbur and quackity had always been the best dad's for you and your brother Fundy but ever since the first war broke out they've gotten 'spit apart' as quackity said. You and fundy where always close even though this happened. After Wilbur and quackity had divorced Wilbur took fundy and quackity took you. You always had a good relationship with your fathers but Fundy was Wilbur's son, even before they got married.
"Do we have to leave?" You said to quackity when you where packing your bags to move into Jschlatt house
"Sorry but we have to." Quackity said to you
×+= time skip, Jschlatt president =+×
When Wilbur and Tommy got exiled from L'manburg you ran away, you ran and ran as it started to rain you imagined that that rain was washing away all the sadness. You could hear quackity calling your name in the distance, getting farther away forgetting all problems and soon could only hear the rain and panted breaths that soon died down when you stopped running when you reached a forest that what was enchanted, trees litterd with trees the size of mountains or the size of a mouse. As you stepped in you felt like your back was being ripped off by a wild bagger then being stiched back on by a squirrel you had ran so far away there was no one for miles, so when you screamed in pain you weren't completely surprised that anyone came running. After 3 minutes of this you passed out from the pain. You woke up again, in the same spot the sun was rising but nothing else was changed you had no idea how long you were or when you got there. Your back felt weird but when you stretched out you saw them. Gigantic black crow-like wings. Fucking. Wings. How? The only person you know that had wings was Phil, but you knew that It wasn't him that caused your wings.