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Wsh-Thunk.
Quackity notched another arrow in his bow, hoping for a bullseye.
Pull the string. Hold your arm up. Aim. Fire.
Wsh-Thunk.
The arrow buried itself deeply in the red ring.
Quackity swore under his breath, but still plastered on a shiny grin.
“Aw man! Well, that wraps up today’s archery lesson.”
His cabinmates booed.
“I’m all out of arrows, what do you want me to do? Besides, I have to go talk to Phil. Really boring stuff. You go back to the cabin and relax.”
His cabinmates grumbled and trudged off back to Aphrodite.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Quackity slumped over, exhausted. Leading a whole cabin, even one of three people, was not for the faint of heart, especially on two hours of sleep.
He slowly got up and walked off in the direction of the Big House, hoping to get whatever shit Phil had planned out of the way.
—
“Ah! Quackity! There you are!” Phil smiled.“I’ve got a job for you.”
Quackity was trying his best to keep up the façade, but he could feel his patience draining by the minute.
“A new camper arrived a little while ago, and I thought since you’re one of the oldest, you could help him get settled. He’s around your age.”
Quackity tried not to scream. This was exactly was he was hoping to avoid. New campers meant more training, more walking, more interaction, and a higher possibility of running into his exes.
“He’s over in the next room with Tubbo. Try to be calm, his whole worldview was just shattered and reassembled within twenty-four hours.”
As they entered the room, Tubbo shot up and began chattering away about their journey.
Quackity looked at the kid he was supposed to be showing around. He wore a bright orange camp shirt(as usual, he supposed)and well-worn jeans. His hair was mostly brown except for a small white streak in the front. A pair of round, red tinted glasses sat on his nose, but he stared at Quackity from over them.
He looked…angry? Nervous? Quackity couldn’t tell. He had a look in his eyes that made him seem dangerous, almost.
“-and then we ran up the hill and we saw you and then we played pinochle until you got here and-“
“Alright, I think I know the rest.” Phil said shortly, cutting off the satyr.
“Anyways, Quackity, this is Wilbur Soot. Wilbur, this is Quackity, your tour guide.” Phil gestured at Quackity.
“Can you show him to Hermes? I don’t think he’s been claimed by a godly parent yet.”
“Sure. Follow me…Wilbur.” Quackity spoke hesitantly.
As they walked out of the Big House, Wilbur stared at the sky.
“It’s so…blue.” He stated, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Well no shit, Sherlock.” Quackity snapped. He didn’t have time for newbie tomfoolery, especially on something as mundane as the sky.
Wilbur was silent for a bit after that.
—
They walked across the field to the cabins, Quackity pointing at random things as they passed, not adding much detail.
“And that’s your cabin for the time being.” Quackity finished, ready to be done.
Wilbur squirmed. “What do you mean, for the time being?” He asked politely.
Quackity had just about had it with today. First, he got basically no sleep, his cabin was being obnoxious, and now he had to deal with this fucking kid and all his stupid fucking questions?
“Look, I’ve had a long-ass day and the last thing I need is some idiot asking me stupid questions about things you obviously don’t have the mental capacity to understand.” Quackity snapped harshly.
Wilbur stepped back, looking like he had just been punched.
“Well, fucking fine then. I’ll just get Phil to show me around, since I’m obviously not important enough for you.”
Wilbur stalked off, looking hurt.
Quackity wanted to kick something. Stupid newbie, he thought to himself. At least now he could finally rest in his cabin, even if Phil murdered him.
Quackity walked over to his cabin and tried not to think about Wilbur. That was the last thing he needed at the moment.