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Corpse layed on his floor, sniffling softly. He held a pillow tightly to his chest as his phone rang for the 8th time. He reached over and picked it up, not bothering to say hello.

"Corpse! Did you tell him?" It was Karl, there was laughter in the background. How lucky Karl was to be in love.

Corpse sniffled and nodded his head, forgetting that Karl couldn't see him. He sighed when he realized and cleared his throat. "Yea I did."

Karls voice became quiet and he heard the laughter in the background grow quiet. "How... How'd it go?"

Corpse felt his bottom lip trembling as his eyebrows knitted together and fresh tears sprung into his eyes. "H-he hates me."

"Now I don't think that's true..." Karl attempted to console.

"No, it is. He blocked me on everything. Even discord. He quit the show." Corpses voice broke and he went quiet, deciding that Karl probably got the rest of it.

"Oh." It was extremely quiet and Corpse held back a sob. "I can try talking to him if you want?"

"No..." Corpse sniffled, pushing himself up off the floor. "If you do talk to him, please, just, ask him to come back to the show. Tell him I'm only going to be on for one season and then it's all his."

There was a breath of air. "Okay." He heard a squeak. "I'm assuming no more games of among us with you two?"

"I'm gonna take a break from stream for a week." Corpse told him. "I have to get myself together. I'm a mess right now."

"You probably shouldn't be alone." Karl pointed out.

"I don't want you to see me like this."

"I'm sending Quackity."

"Please don't. I don't even know him."

"Corpse, he'll help."

"Isn't he dealing with his own shit?"

"Are you calling my boyfirned useless?"

"Karl..."

"He'll be there soon."

The call disconnected and Corpse sighed, dropping it on the ground by his face curling into himself more and crying once again as he thought about never seeing Sykunno again.

About an hour later there was a knock at his door.

"Corpse? It's Quackity."

Corpse sighed, not wanting to deal with social interaction. He pushed himself up, dragging his feet to the front door. He grabbed the handle and tugged it open, seeing the concerned face of the man Karl loved standing there. "You actually came."

"Karl insisted and I'd do anything for him." Quackity pushed his way inside and Corpse let the door close.

"How the hell did you even get in the building?" Corpse asked watching Quackity set a bag of items on his coffee table.

"Uh, some guy named Ben let me in." Quackity said, pointing at the couch. "Sit down, we're gonna help you through tonight."

Corpse shuffled his way over the couch, sitting down with a sigh. "Listen, I'm fine."

"They always say that, but you know, I don't think you are. You see, I don't know what happened, but I heard how worried Karl sounded and he never gets worried without a good reason."

Corpse furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean? Karl worries about everything?"

Quackity giggled. "Yea, I know." He pulled open the bag and pulled out one of Corpses favorite horror movies. "I hate horror movies, but I thought we could watch this? Maybe help distract?"

Corpses eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly. "Thats my favorite one!"

Quackity put the movie in and sat by Corpse on the couch. Corpse leaned forward, taking in and loving the movie while Quackity grabbed a near by pillow, cuddling it and hiding his face at certain parts, making Corpse laugh.

Quackity glared at the man playfully, deepening his voice, "Oh look at me, I'm Corpse and I sound scary, rawr!"

Corpse burst out into laughter, the troubles that had plagued his mind not an hour before disappearing, though the ache in his chest stuck around.

The movie went to credits and Quackity got up. "I think that's my cue to leave."

Corpses eyes flew open wide as the intrusive thoughts about Sykunno filled his head and he darted forward, grabbing Quackitys wrist. "Wait, uh."

Quackity raised an eyebrow, looking back at Corpse and down at his hand. Corpse swallowed hard. "Yes?"

"Uh." He let Quackitys wrist go blinking rapidly, the pain in chest seeming to spread and engulf his whole being. "I need... I need..."

Quackity knew the look. The fear of being alone and on the edge of tears. He sat down and wrapped an arm around Corpses shoulder, pulling him in and against his chest, rubbing his arm. Corpse clung to Quackitys shirt as the tears squeezed their way from his eyes and down his face. He took a shaky breath in and then let a loud sob out. Quackity leaned his head against the top of Corpses, rocking him gently as he cried. "I'm not gonna pretend like I understand your pain. Everyone's pain is different, but I am going to let you know that you are not alone."

Corpse squeezed his eyes shut leaning further into Quackitys embrace. Corpse had been through break ups before, but none of them had hit him quite this hard. He almost thought he would never recover.

Eventually Corpse stopped crying and let Quackity leave, standing in his livingroom feeling as though his furniture and walls were taunting him. A sharp pain sliced through his eye and he groaned, covering it with his hand and walking to his room for the long lost eyepatch.

Once he had his eyepatch on, he picked up his phone and called Karl, thanking him for sending Quackity and asking if Quackity could come by again sometime.

Karl said he'd let Corpse know and that his conversation with Sykunno went pretty well and that the show would more than likely be going on.

At that moment, he received a text from Jax stating that everything had been cleared up and they would pick up on filiming again tomorrow.

Corpse muttered a thank you to Karl and plugged his phone in, setting it on his night stand to charge. He got up and walked over to his computer, opening Twitter and tweeting that he was going to be inactive to get his head together, sighing and shutting it down before he could see any responses asking about Sykunno.

He rolled his chair back, not bothering with lunch as he walked over to his bed and flopped down on it, closing his eyes and sighing as another round of sobs bubbled up inside him and he let them out without a fight.