" you never loved me. you only loved the idea of me. " y/n stated, but king didn't want to believe it.
hello friends! welcome back to another journey of ups and downs featuring a yandere in the middle of dream smp. what will happen when king learns...
◦♔ TW : drug usage. - idk if this is necessarily a trigger but this chapter does talk about emotional shit from divorce/separation
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HALFWAY INTO THE second semester, there was a sudden change in the atmosphere. king and y/n felt more attracted towards one another, and they started noticing the little things around them. one of those things was quackity.
quackity was the one person in the friend group that became slightly distant. he also started having his fair share of absences, and on the days he came to school, he would have his head down, not speaking to anyone unless spoken to. king was the first person to notice this, and decided to step in. after all, quackity is one of his close friends.
one day, king noticed quackity wandering the hallways alone, presumably skipping class. he followed in suite, already knowing where quackity was heading. he ditched class and treaded up the nearest stairwell at the west wing of the school, opening the doors to feel that familiar hint of fresh air hitting his skin, making him feel relieved compared to the stuffy, crowded air of the high school.
he started walking around the rooftop, looking for the spot that quackity usually goes to. to his luck, he found it, seeing quackity sitting on the floor against the wall, smoking. "hey." king let out, making quackity whip his head and drag the smoke out of his mouth before speaking. "hey." he said back, not really having any light in his voice like he usually does.
king decided to take a seat next to quackity, staring as his friend continued to let smoke out of his mouth, playing with the blunt in his fingers. "look, i know something's up. you don't need to tell me but just know i'm here, alright?" king stated all at once, not knowing how else to assess the situation. he felt quackity's breath hitch, seeing him slightly coughing some smoke out as he didn't expect king to say that off the bat.
quackity stopped smoking for a moment, holding the blunt in his fingers, staring into king's eyes out of yearning. yearning for what exactly? he didn't know... actually, no.. he did know. he just didn't want to admit it aloud. quackity bit the inside of his cheek as he kept looking at the truthfulness in king's eyes, a habit that king recognized. quackity only did that when he was pissed or if he was experiencing an emotional toll.
he was most likely experiencing the second choice as his chest began rising and falling, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier by the second. quackity diverted his gaze, staring out into the cityscape. the gloss in his eyes became clear to king under the sunlight. he and king felt the tension within his throat. he was about to cry.
