Wilbur and Quackity waved goodbye at the camera, bidding the chat farewell. It had been a pretty good wine stream, in their opinion. They were both comfortably wine drunk, and laughing as Wilbur switched to the stream ending screen. After a few minutes they ended the stream. Wilbur chuckled to himself as he leaned back in his chair.
“That went well,” Quackity laughed, “I’d say a pretty successful wine stream.”
Wilbur nodded, “The chat definitely enjoyed it.”
“What do you wanna do now?” Quackity asked. It was getting kinda late, but Quackity was still wired with energy.
Wilbur thought for a moment.
“Want to go back to my place? I Can make us some dinner.”
He looked at the remains of their limited charcuterie board.
“Or at least, I have some ice cream in my freezer.”
“Maybe watch something?” Quackity said, blowing a misplaced hair out of his face.
Wilbur laughed before standing up and stretching.
“Let’s clean up here then head out.”
They spent the next 20 minutes cleaning and locking up, and soon they were on their way back to Wilbur’s apartment.
As they turned the corner, they saw a bright light coming from an alleyway.
“What the fuck?” Quackity said. They looked at each other before slowly walking towards the alleyway.
Curious minds and alcohol don’t always heed to caution.
They looked at each other once more before looking around the corner into the alleyway.
There, standing in the alleyway, was a doorway. It stood alone, and the door was open. Shining from the doorway was a brilliant warm light.
“What the fuck?” Wilbur said this time.
“We are seeing the same thing, right?” Quackity asked, eyes not moving from the door.
“If you mean we are both seeing a doorway of light, then yes, we are seeing the same thing,” Wilbur replied.
They stood and stared a moment more before Wilbur took a step forward. Quackity grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Wilbur!” Quackity hissed, voice low.
“Do you just want to keep standing here and staring or do you want to check it out?” Wilbur whispered back.
Quackity let Wilbur’s arm go after a beat.
“Okay, it’s your funeral, I’m staying back here.”
Wilbur shot him a charismatic smile of reassurance before turning towards the door and continuing. He slowly stepped forward, until he was right in front of the doorway.
“Its’s warm,” he said.
“What?” Quackity asked, not quite making out what Wilbur said.
He took a step towards the door, stepping fully into the light.
Wilbur looked back at Quackity to repeat himself, but then the light became impossibly bright, filling Quackity’s vision with warm light. He closed his eyes and looked away, not wanting to be completely blinded. When the light subsided, Quackity looked back at the still glowing doorway, and through all the spots in his vision, he saw Wilbur wasn’t there.
“Wilbur?” He called.
Silence.
“Wilbur!” He called again, and all he got in response was the honk of a car horn a few streets down.
He carefully took a step towards the doorway.
“Wilbur?” He whispered.
Nothing. Just the doorway, door wide open, standing silently.
“What the fuck!” Quackity threw his arms up in an exasperated gesture. What does he do now? This had to be a prank.
“You got me! Haha, so funny! Now come on, Wilbur lets go,” he said, confidence in his stride as he walked up to the doorway.
“You can come out now,” Quackity said, crossing his arms.
Nothing happened.
“Wilbur! It’s not funny anymore!”
Silence.
Quackity looked back towards the street. Should he get help?
Just then, the light grew again, causing Quackity to close and shield his eyes once more. When he looked back at the door, he found he wasn’t looking at a doorway of light anymore. He was looking at an orange sunset. And sitting in the sand-wait, sand?- in front of him was-
“Wilbur!” Quackity rushed forward and landing on his knees in the sand. He could feel the heat from the day burn through his jeans, but he ignored it, choosing to instead check on Wilbur.
“Wilbur are you okay!?”
But Wilbur didn’t look at him. He just raised an arm and pointed.
“There’s a gas station.”