Do you really hate me? (Quackbur)

Chapter twenty: Dad?!

Chapter art by: @peecoA on Twitter

TW: swearing, google translate Spanish, light homophobia, abuse(not detailed)
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Nobody's pov:

<Quackity's house>

"Hello, son." The man at the door spoke, he was about as short as Quackity, maybe a little taller. He had jeans and a red flannel on, he had the same black hair as the younger, just cut short instead of the shoulder length Quackity hid in his beanie.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" The younger raised his voice slightly, taken aback as the man who practically abandoned him, stood right there In arms reach.

"Hey, hey, have some respect for your father eh? I'm here to stay for a bit! I want to see what my sons been up to! Is that so wrong?"

"why are you just now taking an interest in talking to me?! We haven't spoke since In real life since I was seven, when you left us. And you stopped calling when I was thirteen. You've texted me twice since then." Quackity started to think of any possible reasons his father might want to speak to him after so many years.

The father sighed and responded with, "listen, I apologize, but I couldn't stand being in this house! So yes, I left, got a plane ticket and everything. I told your mother to let you know you could come with! She likes to lie though, that woman. I'm sure she was just being selfish, that's all. I kept in contact with you! I've just been busy, but I'm here now!"

The teen was trying to process what lies his father was feeding him. He knew it was probably a lie about his mother and the plane, but he still had a soft spot for his family member.

"I wanted to check in! That's all, nothing more, nothing less. Now, I brought some takeout for dinner. Why don't we talk over a meal?"

"Fine..."

The two of them travelled Into the kitchen and sat at the table.

Quackity's father, Mr. Nevadas, cleared his throat and desperately tried striking up conversation with his son. He was really just prying for Information to see if his son was... "a disappointment.", y'know, he wanted to make sure his son was... on the "right" path. (Spoiler: the path he wants his son on is NOT the right one.)

"So... have you gotten a girlfriend?" He asked.

"What..? Oh- no I don't."

The older breathed in deeply "Why do you seem so confused eh? Oh, don't tell me your one of them are you?" Mr. Nevadas rolled his eyes. "Y'know, one of them fa-"

"DAD. No, what are you even- Just- never mind..." the younger interrupted, not wanting to hear what his dad was going to say. He knew his father had some... questionable, views, but didn't expect him to try and throw slurs out.

"Fine, fine, how are your grades?"

Quackity mentally cursed himself for letting his dad back into the house, "they're fine. My grades are fine. The year has barely started."

The older just nodded his head.

The two spent another fifteen-twenty minutes just chatting awkwardly. Eventually, Quackity's phone, which was face up on the table, started to ring.

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Incoming call from: WiLbUr SoUp :]

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"Who's that?"

"J-Just a friend. I'm gonna go take this, hold on..." our ravenette spoke, not noticing his face being slightly pink.

After leaving the room, he took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Hey big Q! I just wanted to ask if we were all good for the weekend? The due dates coming up so we shou-" Wilbur was cut off by a loud crash from Quackity's phone line.

"Q..? What was that? Are you okay? Who's there with you?!" The brunette started getting worried.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry Wil I can't talk now, I've got a guest. And yes, we're still good for the weekend, bye."

"Okay but Quackity are you
alrig-" Quackity hung up before Wil finished his sentence.

"¡¿Que demonios fue eso?!" The younger yelled.

"Sorry, sorry, I was just- erm..."

"Were you listening to my phone call?! What the actual fuck?! You can't come into my house an-"

*Smack!*

Our ravenette held his arm. It stung slightly. He needed to process what just happened. He didn't have time for that though, as the next thing that happened was a booming voice saying:

"¡No le hables así a tu padre! Not only am I your guest for the next while, I am an important authority figure in your life! I'm staying in this god forsaken home whether you like it or not! I should be aloud to know what my son is talking about over the phone! You kids these days... NO RESPECT!" The man started making hand gestures, it really just looked like he was swatting flies, but what can you do I guess.

"Y-You... You can't just do that! What happened to you?! You weren't like this before!" Quackity yelled back, eyes glossy with tears, he felt weak, yes, But this, this feeling, was more, it was betrayal and confusion.

The younger was wrong, his father was like this before, just less intense. One can only imagine what his poor wife in America had to deal with. Gambling all their savings away? Yes. Beer bottles covering the floors? Yes. The suspicion that her husband was cheating on her? Well, let's not talk about that. (It's totally not the reason he was staying at his ex wife's house, no, he was checking in on his son. To make sure he had... the same political outlook as his father...)

Once again, as if his father never left his old family, his booming voice was out again. "Go to your room! I'm not fucking joking!"

The teen was tired and confused, 'is this normal?' He thought as he walked up the stairs to his room. Phone still in hand. He figured it wasn't worth it, fighting with his dad, he wasn't staying for long right? It's like when you go to visit your family members, and there's that old guy that's just the definition of homophobia and bad hair lines, you just smile and nod at whatever they say, never taking what they say to heart. [haha my uncle steve]

Quackity locked his door. He walked into the bathroom attached to his room and looked at his arm in better light. there was a bit of a red mark in the shape of a hand. To say the least, he was disoriented from the interaction, and his arm would bruise. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. So that's what he did. He convinced his brain that what his father did was normal. For now at least, he changed out his uniform 'it'll be clean enough for tomorrow...' and drifted to sleep.
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[there's gonna be a bit more 'angst' kinda stuff, but I'll always add a TW, don't you worry.]

[also, could I get a quick Pogchamp in the chat? I came out to my parents a few days ago, and in the weirdest way to, my mom and I were talking about my homophobic uncle and she was like "haha you could have fun with that, tell him ur gay, tell him ur coming out hehe" and I was like "i mean I should at some point." And yeah.]

[but the one with my dad was weird to lol I wanted to buy a pride flag in Walmart while I was with him so I asked if I could get one and he said "what for?" And it's like- bruh I ain't gonna burn it 💀 so I said "hang it on my wall" and yeah that's it basically]

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