Sunflower Feelings 🌻 Karlnapity

ℚ 🌻 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

Warning : flashbacks

Warning : mini breakdown

Warning : drinking

Warning : long chapter

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Quackity blinked a few times, trying to readjust to the darkness. It was early, safe to say that. Quackity was used to early mornings, and late nights- maybe due to how he was raised, so he wasn't fully tired. Quackity slowly forced himself to sit up, and he stretched, he could feel his wings slightly flick against his back.

He moved his hand towards the bedside table, tapping about to try to search for his phone. Once his hand landed on it, he moved to unplug it, and turned it on.

It took a few seconds to adjust to the sudden light the phone gave off.

4 : 26 am.

Early, but once more, not terrible. Maybe he could actually do something for Sapnap and Karl this morning.

Quackity was about to turn off his phone when he noticed a message icon on his home screen. He swiped, typing in his password, and pressed the notification.

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jorge

One week! congrats on surviving | 2 : 03 am.

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Quackity scoffed lightly. First off, George messaged him at an early time - which Quackity was sure he knew the reason behind - and second, to point out the fact it was a week.

A week.

Has it really been a week?

To Quackity it almost felt like a month, or maybe even a year. Each day was fun. To joke around, laugh, just practically anything with Sapnap and Karl. They made him feel .. welcome.

He felt welcome.

Cared about, even.

Yes - George made him feel that way, but, in a strange way, this was different.

"Come 'ere, bitch." Jschlatt grabbed onto the girls hip, slightly moving his own waist as he danced along to the music. Quackity could only find himself staring as his boyfriend did this. And no, not staring in amazement, or lust, more staring in disgust and a word Quackity couldn't place.

Betrayal? No. Quackity didn't feel betrayed. He knew this would happen, afterall, the last few parties he went to with his boyfriend ended with the same result.

Then Quackity placed it. He expected this to happen.

Quackity expected his own boyfriend to abandon him, dance with a girl and grind against her in front of his eyes. He expected for himself to drag Jschlatt out, drunk, and horny.

Most of all - Quackity expected Jschlatt to let his nerves out on him when he got home. He expected to be kicked to the couch, or maybe even out of the house.

Quackity expected the events.

So why did he keep allowing it to happen? Did he like it?

No..

Quackity was hoping for a change.

Hoping for the boy he fell in love with to return. Hoping one of these party nights, the events wouldn't happen.

Quackity stared away from Schlatt, and forced his eyes onto his glass. Quackity sat there, stirring his water with a straw.

Quackity gripped tighter to the phone, still staring at George's open chat. He needed to reply. But his brain kept him stuck to his ex-boyfriend.