(You are Quackity)

Your phone rang, an unknown number flashing across the screen. You picked it up, curious as to who could be calling on a Friday night. "Hello?" You asked. A far-too-familiar voice rang through the speaker. "Ok, uh, hi, Gambit... I need a favor." Siren. Also known as Wilbur Soot. Your hero rival. He was fucking annoying. "What the hell do you want?" You demanded. "I don't owe you shit, bitch. And how the fuck did you get my number?" "Not important." Siren said hastily. "I- Gods, this is embarassing, but I really need a date to my friend's wedding since my ex is going to be there. Would you go with me?"