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Furry Fish and Stolen Floaties

Summary:

After a week of hesitation, Quackity was back out enjoying the sea. He sighed contently, smoothie in hand and sunglasses on.

 

His favorite blue floatie had gotten carried out to sea or some shit so he was forced to use the yellow one.

 

Besides the stupid water stealing his shit, it was a good day.

 

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Wilbur squealed, happily swimming around the pretty blue swim ring. This was the man’s, and it was the best blue.

 

Ah, he had such good taste.

 

Or

I wanted Sea Otter hybrid Wilbur to hold hands with Quackity

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Chapter Text

Quackity floated lazily in the bay, enjoying the cool water on his skin. Moving to the beach was one of the best decisions he’d ever made, right up there next to going to the casino the night he won the money to even move in the first place. 

 

He heard a splash not far away and looked over his shoulder from where he lay in his floatie ring. There was nothing there now.

 

Okay. He wasn’t scared. Not at all.

 

“Weird” He muttered, going back to lazing about.

 

There was another splash, and Quackity was maybe a little scared now. Were there sharks around here? He didn’t know! He just wanted a relaxing beach home!

 

He started slowly paddling his way back to shore, looking around the water for anything suspicious. 

 

Once he was close enough he wiggled off of his floatie and waded up onto the beach. 

 

He dropped his floatie ring over a post so it wouldn’t blow away or wash out.

 

Sparing one last glance back at the water, Quackity walked into his house for the night.

 

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Wilbur watched the man with wings go into his house. He was pretty.

 

He was a little upset that the man had gotten spooked off by him. He was just trying to watch him float around.

 

Not like he was a shark or anything. He sighed, laying back in the water to go to sleep.

 

He’d see the man again.