dirty crime boy; quackity x reader ✔️

e i g h t

tw; neglect, ab*se

today was your 14th birthday. but, nobody in your family seemed to care. the only special thing they did was give you a candle and a bag of chips and say "happy birthday". your younger sister lydia, however, gave you a special homemade card and greeted you with an excited "happy birthday".

you've noticed that as the years went by, your foster parents paid less attention to you than they should. it was almost as if they forgot you existed. of course, they would occasionally say a few words to you, like "dinner's ready" or "watch lydia while we're out".

eventually, it got worse. your parents freaked out whenever you did something wrong, and they always made you do all the housework. whenever lydia offered to help, all they would say was "leave her alone, she doesn't need any distractions".

your older brother, clyde, was even worse. he made you do all his homework, gave you extra laundry to do even if it were still clean, and he would beat you up just to blow off steam.

everyday, you think to yourself, "is this all because i'm being fostered?"

of course, harlow would come by every two months or so to check up on the family. but, you were always faking being alright. you kept quiet about what they would do to you, because you didn't want to stay at an orphanage.

you couldn't take all their shit anymore. you needed to get out.

thank god clyde was forced to give you his old laptop after getting a new one, otherwise you couldn't do much in your free time other than going on your phone.

while every single member of your family ignores you, you decide to go on discord. you actually have quite a few friends on there, but your closest friend was someone named "quackity".

you shoot him a discord call. it was the norm between you two, randomly calling each other even if it was midnight for the other.

he answers. "aye, happy birthday, y/u/n!"

you don't share your name online, so you just go by y/u/n. and because your family would make fun of your appearance, that was kept a secret as well.

"thanks, quack. anyways, i've had shit on my mind for a while." you sigh.

"what's wrong?" he asks.

"i really want to just run away from here. but, how would i?" you blurt out. "the only member of my family that doesn't hate me would be all alone and my brother probably would give her a hard time."

"so, take her with you." quackity suggests.

"i would, but if i get caught, the police would assume i kidnapped her." you realize.

"damn. so, what are you planning on doing?" he asks before you hear him taking a sip of water.

"i still have the bags from when i moved here. i could try packing them sometime when i can." you think out loud.

   "yeah, good start, good start," he repeated twice. "i know a bit about getting away with zero trace, want me to help?"

   "wait, seriously?" you ask, the slightest hint of excitement in your voice.

   "why wouldn't i? you're literally in an abusive household right now." he says.

   "dude, you're the best. but we gotta keep this on the down-low." you informed.

   "of course." he agrees.

   the next hour consisted of you and quackity discussing how you'd find somewhere to stay and not get caught. it was tricky, but not impossible. but, quackity had to go. you both say your goodbyes, and end the call.