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quackity || simp city, population: uno.

plot: quackity simps 4 y/n so hard

pronouns: they/them

tw// cussing and description of among us death

y/n cheered as the imposter victory flashed across their screen. they had been imposter almost every round, and had managed to clutch up every single time. they reentered the lobby and was met with an enraged minx,

"Y/N, YOU FOCKIN DIRTY LITTLE CUNT I'LL FOCKIN-" minx started sceaming, but she was cut off by quackity using a loud autotune to shut her up;

"HeeY MIiIiInXXx dOON'Tt tAaAAaaAAlKkK tOoO y/NnNnnn liIiIiKe tHHHaaaTt yOooU iRrISsSh fUucCkeEerR," quackity sang, the entire lobby erupting into laughter, minx sitting in her chair, stunned. y/n spun around in their chair, taking a swig from their water bottle next to their mouse. 

"y/n thank you for carrying me oh my goodness," tubbo, y/n's last imposter buddy, giggled, making his character dance in a ritual like circle around them. y/n put the cap back on the bottle and smiled,

"oh yes yes, anytime, tubs!!" y/n sang, walking to the laptop to change their color. quackity let out a small huff of annoyance and leaned in close to his mic.

"hey y/nnnn let's have matching skins, yeah???" quackity suggested, his voice changing into a spanish accent. y/n chuckled as she watched scott start the game, quackity letting out groans of protest as he didn't get to hear y/n's response. 

as the role reveal music played, y/n sighed in happy relief, they had finally gotten crewmate and could just chill out a bit at meetings and not have to lie every time. they talked to their chat as they wandered around the map, doing tasks. 

"y'know, i think i should try that glass painting thingy," y/n said, clicking the download button in admin. they ran their fingers through their hair and spun their chair so chat could see their wonderful art masterpiece hanging over their bed;

a bunch of paint just slapped onto the canvas, some of it mixing and making a dark brownish-green color. 

y/n stayed silent for a moment, before bursting into laughter. they faced their monitor again, only to be met with quackity doing a dance in front of them. they did the dance back and walked off to wires, quackity following close behind. as y/n arrived at the security room, she watched tommy run out of reactor, and towards them. 

"chat, tommy's here, bad sign," y/n chuckled nervously, finishing wires and doing a dance in front of tommy, who motioned with his character to follow him. y/n glanced at her face cam with an uncertain face, but continued to follow his red character.

y/n noticed his hat and decided to poke some fun at it, "chat, oh my god, what the hell is tommy wearing?" y/n gagged, rounding the corner and reentering the cafeteria, where tommy led them up to the very top. 

"like, who the hell picks the WORST hat in the game??? it's literally just the dumbass hat that a disney movie factory worker would wear or sumn," y/n ranted. they stared at tommy for a few seconds, before their screen flashed, showing tommy snapping their characters neck. y/n screamed and proceeded to smack their desk, accidentally hitting their mic and sending a wave of static to the viewers ears.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE I SHOULD'VE STAYED WITH QUACKITY," y/n complained, floating around their corpse as a ghost. they gasped as quackity ran up immediately after tommy started walking away and reported the body. 

"TOMMY WHAT ???? THE???  FUCK????" quackity screamed, slamming his hands on his desk. tommy immediately started getting defensive and ranting, while y/n just sat back and watched it all unfold.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER I JUST WATCHED YOU MURDER Y/N,"

"NO NO NO THAT IS LIES AND SLANDER I DID NO SUCH THING-"

"I SMELL BULLSHIT,"

y/n could hear scott and tubbo laughing, while everyone else was just sitting there, listening the two go at it. scott finally spoke up with actual evidence about 3 minutes later after getting bored of hearing the two boys argue.

"alright alright, i have actual evidence that it's tommy," scott shouted over a ranting tommy, who immediately stopped talking, 

"scott what the fawk??" tommy complained, slumping down in his chair. 

"i left y/n with quackity, and i thought quackity would murder y/n," scott began, y/n taking another swig from their water.

"but then i saw tommy and y/n walk out from theee... left side of the ship, and quackity was nowhere to be seen, so i was like, oh well if y/n dies with tommy, it's tommy. y/n is dead. it's tommy." scott finished in one breath. tommy banged his desk with his fist, yelling a quick apology to his mom before defending himself.

"well nonono, quackity was with us, i dunno how you didn't see him-" tommy spoke quickly, but was immediately shut down by quackity.

"uh nononononono, when you left with the wonderful, precious, sexy, hot y/n," quackity started, the call laughing when he described y/n as hot and sexy, "connor came up from the bottom of the hallway and i was with him when the body was reported." quackity finished, connor humming a confirming yes. 

everyone could hear tommy groan and bang his forehead on his desk, y/n giggled watching everyone vote for tommy one by one. 

"quaaackiiityyy why the hell did you throw me under the bus, you're my fuckin' imposter buddy!" tommy yelled, quackity nervously cleared his throat as everybody started talking at once. 

"aha, tommy quit tryna pin the blame on me because you suck at lying," quackity quickly covered up, but wilbur and minx were already jumping on him. 

"i know tommy's tone, he used his no lying tone, vote quackity next time-" wilbur boomed, his voice loud. minx agreeing, before muting. y/n just spun aimlessly around in circles, not paying attention. they didn't realize the round was over until tommy's voice rang out in their ears.

"QUACKITY YOU ABSOLUTE PRICK WHY DIDN'T YOU KILL Y/N WHEN YOU HAD THE CHAAANCE-" tommy yelled, his character spinning in circles around the spanish boy. quackity giggled. 

"because, and yes, i am admitting this, i simp for y/n." quackity proudly stated, wilbur and tubbo cheered, while y/n only smirked, quackity moved his character towards y/n, doing a dance in front of them again.

"sooo, about those matching skins..."

"quackity, you're in simp city. population? uno."

y/n had quackity's stream pulled up on their second monitor, and he was bright red. 

"this is deffo flerting,"

"oh shush tubbo,"