•Chapter 6• "my poor duck"

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Quackity was at his desk working. Or at least he was trying to, he was anxious not knowing if Tommy would tell Sam about how Q helped Dream run away and stay with Q.

He was also anxious cause he didn't know if anyone was gonna go into the house and find Tommy and Dream. He started overthinking. Thinking about every possible scenario that could end with Dream or Q being exiled hell maybe even both of them.

Quackity put the pen he was writing with down remembering the one person that caused Quackity to torture Dream in prison... Jschlatt.

What if he found out? What if he knew the whole time and would come to Quackity. Forcing him to get Dream to revive him. He started mumbling with his head down and was now shaking not paying attention to his surroundings anymore.

"QUACKITY?" Quackity's head shot up, Sam's was in front of him looking worried. "Uh– Hi– sorry–" Quackity smiled nervously "Kiddo, are you okay?" Sam moved from around the desk and stood in front of Quackity.

"I'm– i'm fine, dad–" Quackity mumbled. Sam looked sad and worried at the same time "Hey, if the Dream escaping thing has got you all stressed out you don't have to work, I'll get Tubbo to take care of it. Okay?"

"No dad, I'm fine I–" Quackity got cut off by Sam "Alexis HQ. You're taking a damn break get up and go home." Sam demanded and looked Q dead in the eyes, Quackity nodded and Sam smiled all though it was covered by his gas mask.

Sam's way of loving Quackity (like a father💀) was by demanding him to do something that would 95% of the time benefit Quackity.

"Alright see you later Kiddo" Sam smiled and ruffled Q's hair. Quackity got up, hugged Sam and left the room. He could hear Sam calling Tubbo to ask him to get up to Q's office explaining everything.

Quackity made sure he had everything and continued walking.

-–—When he got there—–-

Quackity pulled out his Key's and started unlocking the door. He could hear shuffling inside and assumed it was Dream going back into his room considering Q wasn't supposed to be home at the moment.

Quackity unlocked the door and walked inside closing the door behind him and locking it. He went into his room seeing Dream laying on the bed.

"Hi Dream" Dreams head shot up and looked at Quackity, Dream now sitting up. "Oh, hey feathers" Dream smiled under his mask. He was now sitting criss cross and seemed like he had taken a shower. Dream's hair was less greasy and actually looked wet.

Quackity set his stuff down "Hey is that the mask I gave you in high school?" Dream asked tilting his head and Quackity nodded "Haven't let go of it ever since you gave it to me" Quackity smiled.

"Heh, I thought you got rid of that thing" Dream chuckled glad that Quackity didn't actually through it out. "Why the fuck would I do that?" Quackity looked back at Dream with a confused smile.

"Because why would the person who tortured me in prison want to keep something I made?" Dream let out another chuckle finding what h just said to be a joke.

Quackity however froze. And went quiet. He for some reason now hated the thought what he had did to Dream, just three days ago. He shook his head and turned around to face Dream.

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Dream. "So why are you back so early?" Dream tilted his head "Oh! Sam saw I was stressing out and he thought I was cause you escaped so he basically forced me to take a break" Q smiled.

"Damn, well good news! Me and Tommy are friends now!" Dream sounded generally happy and Quackity looked surprised. "Really? I leave for two or three hours and you two are friends?"

Dream only nodded happily. Quackity smiled "I'm glad you two are getting along" he responded to Dreams nodding. "Actually, I have a question for you, if you don't mind answering it" Dream asked sounding a bit hesitant.

"Sure what is it?" Q tilted his head smiling. "Well uhm– I wanted to know, why did you torture me?" Quackity froze the smile he had on just a moment now slowly fading. Quackity seemed scared to answer "I– uh–"

"Well?" Dream spoke. Quackity was trying to find a way to get out of the situation he was in at the moment. "I– actually need to go– check up on Tommy–" Quackity stuttered up a lame excuse.

He quickly got up and started making his way towards the door before Dream threw a pearl in front of him and locked the door. "Quackity you're going to tell me why you torture me in prison." Dream demanded.

"Dream I'll tell you later I–" Quackity got cut off by Dream "QUACKITY TELL ME NOW." Dream pushed Q against a wall and Quackity let out a yelp catching himself by putting his hands on his knees and he looked up at Dream.

"DREAM I REALLY CAN'T TELL YOU–" Quackity now started to worry standing up straight not sure if Dream was gonna hurt him or not. Dream walked over to where he pushed Quackity.

"And why the FUCK NOT?" Dream got close enough to where Quackity was backed up fully into the wall shaking. "I just can't–" Q spoke quietly now his eye's closed.

"QUACKITY JUST FUCKING TELL ME. YOU'RE FUCKING LUCKY I DIDN'T BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE" Dream wasn't loud enough to where you could hear him outside the house. But Tommy for sure heard it.

Knocking came from the door Quackity standing there froze. 'You're fucking lucky I didn't beat the fuck out of you when I had the chance' repeating in his head. It sounded like something Schlatt would say and that made Quackity freeze up.

Dream had calmed down and walked outside the room to talk to Tommy about why he was yelling at Q. Quackity hadn't realized Dream had left yet though.

His breathing got faster Dream walked back inside Quackity noticing this time. Dream looked less angry. "Quackity, we'll talk about this later. I expect a answer as well" Quackity's wings were lowered and he hadn't moved from the wall

Dream noticed how Quackity was acting and immediately regretted what he had done a moment before "Quackity–" he moved a bit towards Quackity "I help you out of prison and this is how you repay me?" Quackity's voice sounded like he was about to cry

"Quackity like we were just talking about. You tortured me in there" Dream started getting a bit more defensive. "It wasn't my fucking choice Dream." at this point wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

"Of course it was your damn choice nobody would force you to do that shit." Dream answered. "Dream. YOU'RE A FUCKING CRIMINAL. YOU'VE HURT MANY PEOPLE HERE. BUT YOU'VE ALMOST NEVER HURT ME! SO WHY WOULD I ALL OF A SUDDEN CHOOSE TO HURT YOU?!" Quackity shouted his wings spreading up an out in a defensive matter.

"DREAM, I NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOU AND I STILL DON'T THAT'S WHY I LET YOU OUT. IT GAVE ME AN EXCUSE TO STOP HURTING YOU. GLATT MADE ME DO THIS SO I COULD REVIVE HIM CAUSE I LOST A FUCKING BET. I COULDN'T DO SHIT ABOUT IT BUT LET YOU OUT AND THAT'S WHAT I FUCKING DID. HELL I'M LETTING YOU STAY IN MY DAMN HOUSE SO YOU DON'T GET CAUGHT AGAIN BECAUSE IF YOU GO BACK TO PRISON I'LL HAVE TO GO BACK TO TORTURING YOU"

Dream stood there stunned. Quackity slowly calmed down and looked away from Dream "I'm sorry– I didn't mean to ye–" Dream cut Quackity off by hugging him mid sentence. Quackity stood there frozen. "It's okay Q, don't worry. And Schlatt isn't getting revived anytime soon"

That little sentence was a breaking point for Quackity, tears started filling his eyes as he hugged Dream back "I'm so fucking sorry–" he mumbled his breathing shook as he spoke.

Dream wasn't expecting for Quackity to start crying and he started petting Quackity's hair in a comforting way sorta humming and taking him towards the bed sitting down near the wall with Quackity leaned against him still crying a tad.

Quackity held onto Dream, crying into his shoulder. Dream continued humming and petting Quackity's hair, Quackity's breathing went back to normal and he started letting out a quiet purr (cause apparently ducks purr) Quackity had slowly started to fall asleep as Dream pet Q's hair.

"I'm sorry Q" Dream spoke calmly. Quackity nodded as a way of saying 'it's okay' before his wings wrapped around Dream and then fell asleep. "My poor duck"

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