Restart |Karlnapity| (On Hiatus)

4. Trauma

TW/CW: Abuse, Alcohol, Swearing, Blood, Sexual Assault, Flashbacks, Panic Attack, Degrading, Blaming.

Quackity sat on the couch, Dream had left the house to do something a while ago. Though, not without mentioning that Sapnap and 'Karl' would be arriving at the house shortly. Quackity had to admit, he was nervous. After Dream had told him this earlier, he made sure to take a shower and change into his suit. The last thing he wanted was for Sapnaps boyfriend to look at him and immediately change his mind. He looked down at the suit he was wearing, his suit reminded him of Schlatt, but in a different way. It was.. bearable. To say the least.

He adjusted the beanie on his head, he had always been self conscious about his hair, but nobody really knew other than George and Dream. Dream because he had read him like a book, as he always does. And George, simply because he told him. There was one thing nobody knew about, though. His wings, always hidden under whatever outfit he wears. It's become normal for people to be born with hybrid traits, although, Quackity still felt nervous talking about them.

One, because they're embarrassing to him. Two, because of.. because of Schlatt. He shuddered, pulling his knees up to his chest. He didn't want to think about that, not now, not ever...He didn't want to think about Schlatt in general. He tried keeping his mind off of it, but the thoughts kept rushing back to his head, forcing him to relive the moment once more.

Quackity was sitting under the dining room table, curled up in a ball. There was a series of huge bruises all over his body, fresh blood dripping from his nose and eye. He heard loud footsteps approach the dining room, and his body tensed, he curled further into himself, tears rushing down his face. "QUACKITY YOU FUCKER! COME OUT RIGHT NOW, OR I'LL MAKE IT FUCKING WORSE!" Quackity cried silently, begging for anyone to save him. He heard Schlatt take another chug from the bottle of Vodka, jumping as Schlatt then threw the bottle to the ground right next to the table, the glass shards almost hitting him.

"I know you're in here you bitch~" Schlatt called out, looking around the dining room. Quackity held his breath as Schlatt crouched down slowly, he could see Schlatts hand grab the blanket covering the table. It slowly lifted and Quackitys heart stopped as he saw Schlatts eyes land on him, a wicked grin growing on his face. "There you are~" Before Quackity could react, a hand grabbed his arm, pulling him out from under the table. He hit his head as he was pulled out, he cried in pain and reached up with his other hand to grab at his arm.

"I'm not letting you run away this time, Alex." Schlatt cupped Quackitys face, his eyes filled with hatred. Quackitys eyes widened as he felt more tears run down his cheeks, Schlatt started pulling him toward the basement door. "NO! NONONO I'M SORRY- I'LL COME OUT QUICKER NEXT TIME I SWEAR! DON'T DO THIS AGAIN PLEASE! SCHLATT PLEASE!" He begged, only getting a chuckle as the other threw him down the stairs, He screamed as he tumbled down the stairs, his arm ripping on a loose nail, and hitting his head on the floor at the bottom of the basement.

Quackity felt dizzy, he looked up to see Schlatt slowly walking down the stairs, another bottle of alcohol in his hand, some rope, and a whip. He sobbed as Schlatt started to strip him, pushing him to a pole and tying his arms behind it afterward. Schlatt kissed him, slowly moving down to his neck and biting at his sweet spot. Quackity whimpered, struggling around slightly. Schlatts hands ran down his body, stopping at his thighs. The tears kept running down his face, blood dripping from 2 wounds on his body. He closed his eyes as Schlatt slowly pulled down his own pants, and-

"Quackity! Quack-.. ALEX!" He heard a voice yelling at him, someone was shaking him. He opened his eyes, gasping for air, his breathing was heavy, tears still running down his face. His head whipped around harshly, looking to see where he was, feeling around him, he felt the soft couch under him instead of a cold floor and a metal pole. His eyes stopped on the two people standing next to him, Sapnap and.. someone. He reached his hands up to feel his own face, his arm, He felt no pain feeling either parts of himself, nor blood. He reached over to feel Sapnap, he grabbed at Sapnaps shirt, pulling on the soft fabric.

"Alex.. Alex it's okay, its just me, you're not in any danger, see?" Sapnap sat down softly, pulling Quackity over to him slowly, not making any sudden movements. Quackity took a few minutes to process as Sapnap kept assuring him that he wasn't in any danger, that Schlatt wasn't here. He felt more tears pour out of his eyes, and he hid his face in Sapnaps shoulder, hugging him tight. He cried, his quiet sobs muffled by Sapnaps shirt. 

Sapnap pet Quackitys head, looking up slowly at the other figure in the room. Karl had a look of pity on his face as he looked down at the broken man, who was crying into his boyfriends shoulder. "Shhhh, you're okay, Alex..." Sapnap cooed, continuing to pet his head. Quackity took a few more minutes to cry before he started to calm down slowly. "...N..Nick?" He tried to say the others name, his sobs interrupting him. He looked at Sapnap, blinking a few more tears away. "See? It's just me." Quackity blinked a few more times, and then looked up..

"Um, Hi" Karl waved awkwardly.

Aaaa I'm so sorry

I felt a bit awkward writing this

so I'm so sorry if its bad