MCYT Oneshots

Sick - Quackity and Schlatt

Summary: Quackity is sick and Schlatt is there to take care of him.

Warnings: Sickness (I have a friend who has a phobia of throwing up, so that's why I put this.)

Status: Friends

Quackity walked through paths of L'Manburg, coughing harshly into his elbow.

"Ugh, ew." He muttered.

Quackity knew sonething was up last night when his throbbing headache wouldn't go away and his skin was clammy. He felt cold and hot at the same time.

This morning, he woke up somehow worse. Pale skin, bags under his eyes, his eyes dull and glazed over.

However, even though he felt like absolute shit, he continued his duties.

He had a glass of water and knew he couldn't stomach any food, so he left without eating.

One of his first jobs was to check in on some of the citizens, so that's what he was doing. As he was walking, he felt his stomach churn and saliva gather in his mouth.

Oh god, not now.

Quackity covered his mouth with his hand and took some deep breaths, but the feeling would not go away. He frantically looked around and spotted a trashcan. He staggered over and made it just as he emptied his already empty stomach.

After a few minutes, he lifted his head and wiped his mouth.

"Jesus christ." He mumbled as he stood still for a minute before slowly making his way again. The slight dizziness in his head was making his eye sight slightly blurry.

He ignored this and walked up to the first person he was checking on. He walked to the door and knocked.

"What is it- oh, hey Big Q." The loud blonde answered as he swung the door open.

"Hey, Tommy." Quackity spoke slowly. "Just here for a check up."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Tommy replied before pausing. He looked over the other, realizing how bad he looked. "Are you okay? You look like shit."

"Thanks." Quackity joked. "But I'm okay. Just feel a bit sick."

"A bit sick? Have you seen yourself? You look like death!"

"I'll be fine."

"You should have the day off. I can't believe Schlatt made you work."

". . .He doesn't know." Quackity admitted.

Tommy was silent. "Big Q."

"What?"

"Go to Schlatt and tell him your sick and get some fucking rest."

Quackity rose his hands up in surrender. "Fine. Fine. I will."

He wasn't. He just wanted to get Tommy off his back.

Tommy looked at him skeptically. "You need someone to walk you?"

"No." Quackity said bluntly. Tommy nodded and the two waved goodbye.

Quackity walked down the path again. He was to check on Tubbo next, but his head seemed worse. His dizziness made his head throb and his eye sight fade. The bouncing his steps caused made each step a living hell.

Quackity stopped for a moment, swaying side to side a bit. The dizziness and pounding did not let up. His vision seemed to fade as black spots appeared.

Then his vision went all black.

. . .

Schlatt was in his office, drumming his fingers on the desk. He was waiting for Quackity.