Is This Real?

Chapter 24

Quackity POV:

Quackity shot up from his bed with fear in his heart. He had forgotten where he was and immediately started to panic. All around his was darkness, and he couldn't see.

He had no idea where he was or who had been around, if anyone had been around him, so he called out for the only person he trusted.

"Sam!" he yelled out in panic.

No answer.

"Sam!" he screamed again looking for his friend but when he didn't answer back again, he started to panic more. It started getting hard for him to breathe, and he soon began to hyperventilate.

He tried his best to try to move but it was like his body was frozen.

"Quackity?" Someone yelled out, then someone dropped down right in front of him but Quackity's eyes were blurry with tears and he couldn't tell who it was.

"Sam?" Quackity managed to sputter out.

"Yes. Quackity it's Sam it's okay." Sam said worriedly

"I'm here I'm right here." Sam said pulling Quackity in for an embrace.

Quackity quickly went into Sam's arms and started to calm down.

"You're okay. I'm here." Sam said softly to Quackity while rubbing his back trying to calm his friend down.

This had happened before. Quackity would have a nightmare about the festival and wake up screaming for Sam. It had gotten better recently, but the fact that it was still happening worried Sam. He tried his best to help Quackity, but not much was working, and it hurt Sam knowing his friend was going through something that he could not help much with.

When Quackity would calm down and remember where he was and who was with him, he'd always apologize to Sam. He felt like a burden, but Sam never hinted at him being one.

"I'm sorry" Quackity said while crying into Sam's shoulder. "I can't stop them I'm sorry." He continued.

Sam felt a ping in his chest, "No no no, don't be sorry it is okay. This isn't your fault." Sam said trying to comfort Quackity.

"Thank you for being here for me." Quackity said, and Sam squeezed him as a response.

"Why don't I stay with you for the rest of the night. We don't have to sleep we can just talk." Sam suggested and pulled away from Quackity who nodded his head 'yes'.

They stayed together for the rest of the night talking about anything that came to their minds.

After a couple hours of talking Quackity fell asleep on Sam, which Sam didn't mind. As long as Mr. Q was getting the peaceful sleep he deserved, Sam didn't care about what he had to do for it.

It was the next day, and Quackity was bored out of his mind.

Wilbur and Tommy tended to plan the war by themselves before they told it to everyone else, so Quackity had nothing to do today. He had already done his daily duties and chores and it was only noon.

"I'm so bored." Quackity said with a loud groan, tilting his head back to see Sam standing behind him.

"Hello there" Sam said

Quackity screamed.

"Dammit Sam you scared me." Quackity said with his hand on his chest.

"Sorry." Sam said with a smile. "I heard you say you were bored. Do you want to do something?" He asked.

"Yes please." Quackity responded "I don't think I can last much longer." He continued while putting the back of his hand on his forehead and fell back slowly as a joke.