.. It wasn't my choice ..

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Hellooooo

Y'all. Are you kidding me?

Are you actually fucking with me?

Almost 20K reads!?

I saw 2K reads and I cried. Now I have 10x as much..

Thank you all so much. Thank you all so fucking much.

All you who read my Oneshots whenever there is a new one, or you read them for comfort, whatever.. Thank you.

This app has been my source of comfort for a while now.

I had actually posted multiple stories before, my highest views getting up to 100, and I always thought that whatever I published would only ever get a minimal amount of reads, like maybe 1K at most, but here I am with 200 reads away from 20K!!

I cannot express how much I love each and everyone of you guys.

And no, this isn't just a speaking chapter, this is a oneshot, I just wanted to thank you all so much.

I love you guys.

Now! Onto the content Warnings lmao

!CW!:
• Angst
• Swearing
• Possible death.
• Tears
• Attempt at Suicide.

Let's get onto this mess

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“FOR FUCK SAKE WIL, YOU KNOW IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!” A distressed voice called out from a room.
“THEN HOW COME YOU WERE IN HIS HOUSE, BEING ALL TOUCHY-FEELY HUH!?” The so-called 'Wil' screamed back.
“I was drunk! He had gotten me fucking drunk and used it to his advantage! You of all people should know how I get when I'm drunk!” The first voice yelled, his voice clearly starting to break.
“Oh, sure, Use getting drunk as a fucking excuse. Of course you would do that, Quackity.” Wil spoke, his voice a mock.

Quackity let out an emotional, gut wrenching scream as he dropped to him knees.
“I don't understand why you don't believe me! I'm Telling the TRUTH WILBUR!” The duck cried, his head hung low as he wailed.
“Of fuck off Quackity! I know you aren't telling the truth!” Wilbur scoffed.
“And how do you know that, huh!?” He wailed.

“Because Sapnap told me you did it all the time.”

Quackity's heart broke.

“You believe him.. over your own fiancé..?” Quackity stuttered quietly.

“More like Ex Fiancé.” The taller crossed his arms.
“Ex..?” The shorter muttered.
“Yeah, Ex. Now, I'm taking my leave. Fucking Whore.” Wilbur Spat.

“No- No Wilbur please- I can't do it without you!” Quackity sobbed.
“Do what? Fuck? Cause you've shown me that you are entirely capable of that.”
And with those words, Wilbur slammed the door behind him and Left the wailing man alone.

“Why the fuck does nobody ever believe me!? I was pretty much drugged! He gave me so much fucking alcohol that when I declined it he practically forced it down me! He took advantage of me!!” Quackity rambled, his eyes pouring with tears, creating a river down his flushed cheeks.

For the next few days, Quackity didn't leave his room. He ordered junk food or just didn't eat at all. He barely washed himself, his hair was dirty, his wings cramped and almost a yellowish brown now.
He didn't want to live anymore.

The duck had been drinking severely, maybe even more than schlatt had.
He just couldn't cope with the pain of another person leaving him because of somebody else's doing. This time that stranger's and Sapnap's.

Why would Sapnap do that!? Why!? Quackity thought they had settled their conflicts and that they were friends!
Did Sapnap enjoy seeing him in pain!?

Why.
Why?
Why..
Why..?
Why!?
Why!!?
WHY DID IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE HIM THAT SUFFERED.
WHY DID HE, OUT OF EVERYONE ON THE PLANET, WHY DID HE HAVE TO LOVE AND THEN LOSE SO MANY FUCKING PEOPLE!?
WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF SEXUALLY!?
WHY!?
WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN SCHLATT WHO FELT WHAT HE FELT?
OR WILBUR?
OR FUCKING ANYBODY!?

Quackity stood up.

He walked over to his closet.

The duck stood on his tiptoes to grab a box at the top.

He attached the contents of the box to the ceiling.

He created a noose.

And he put his head through it.

Quackity smiled and a tear ran down his cheek.

And he stepped off the stool he stood on.













Knock knock knock.

Knock knock knock.

It became more frantic.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Quackity!?”
A voice shouted.

No response.

Kicking began on the door, the longer it went on the weaker the mahogany door became.

The door broke when the voice's owner kicked the lock hard.

“Quackity!?”

The voice Stopped abruptly.

“Quackity, oh my god..”

The person, who now could be recognized as a man, rushed over and stood on the stool, picking quackity up and carrying him in his arms, removing the noose from around his neck.

“Holy shit.. I gotta get you to a hospital..”



5 days later.

Quackity awoke with a beeping sound in his ear.
He opened his eyes, only to squint them.
Holy shit it was bright.
There was artificial light pouring into his eyes, a bright white and not comfortable.
“Quackity? Oh my God! You're alive!” A familiar voice cried, causing the door to burst open and some people in white gowns to run in.

Multiple confusing questions were asked to him, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't focus.
“Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up, can't you see he isn't focused? You asking shit tons of questions isn't gonna help, is it?” The voice spoke, his tone rude.

The questions ceased.

Quackity gave a small, grateful smile to the person, holding out his hand weakly for them to hold.
He wanted somebody with him.
“Wh.. who.. who're.. yo.. you..?” He stuttered weakly.

“It's me.. Sapnap..”

Quackity instantly took his hand back.
“Hey.. Why did you take your hand back..?” Sapnap asked.
“W-.. where is wi...Wilbur..?” Quackity asked softly, his voice weak  and painful to use.
“Wilbur. Wilbur isn't here.” Sapnap said through gritted teeth.

“L.. leave.. and g-get him..” Quackity requested. His eyes were getting heavy and he knew he didn't have much time left before he either passed out, which he hoped for...

Or died...

“Fine.” Sapnap grunted, leaving the room and sending in a much deeper voiced man.
“Quackity?” the voice asked.
“..W-.. Wilbur..?” The weak duck asked gently.
“It's me.. I'm here, Feathers..” Wilbur spoke, a soft, warm smile appearing on his face as he took Quackity's hand in his own.
“Please... Stay..” Quackity asked hoarsely.

Wilbur was second from answering when Quackity's eyes closed.

He stayed there with him, before looking up at the heart rate monitor.


His heart dropped.


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cliffhanger lol

heheheheheheeh

hope you enjoyed ;)

Ilyy (despite the things I make you read) make sure to eat, drink and sleep!!! <333

Ly <3

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