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GENDER NEUTRAL
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After the absolute mess that was your last attempt at escape, you just didn't know if there was any point. How stupid could you be to think this man, this man who literally would kill for you, didn't have cameras or a way of watching you from afar?
Still, you were only now noticing the red blinking lights from the corners of the rooms, your mind previously too occupied with escaping.
You couldn't escape. Ever.
An arm wrapped around your body, and you jolted out of your daydream as Quackity sat down next to you, holding a plate. A single slice of cake, decorated and baked to perfection, stared at you, and your mouth watered involuntarily. "This is your favourite! I made sure to make it perfect!" he smiled at you, and you blinked, noticing that he looked...weirdly normal. Nothing in his eyes suggested that this was some weird torture technique or power play of some sorts. He looked happy. Like normal humans were.
You gulped nervously, but opened your mouth and let him feed you. He was careful to not let any crumbs spill onto your clothes and wiped away and buttercream that got on your face.
Something was weird.
The tender way he treated you was a stark contrast to how he usually was, and a feeling of unease settled in your stomach. He frowned, tilting his head when you didn't open your mouth, fork dropping to rest on the plate. "This...is your favourite, right?"
That was the breaking point.
You started sobbing, tears hot against your skin and your hands pulling your own hair, hyperventilating. Knocking the stupid plate out of his hands, you watched with blurry vision as it smashed on the floor, fragments mixing with cake crumbs. And still, he watched you patiently, not acting violent or scary in any way, even though this would usually be a basement punishment.
Something was wrong and your brain wanted out.
You kept crying, tears flowing out even as you wiped them away frantically, and you held back the urge to scream, knowing he didn't like that.
He reached out, and you flinched, expecting a slap, but he instead held your face in his hands carefully, shuffling closer to you. As you froze in place, he kissed your cheeks, wiping tears tenderly away and shushing you. "It's ok," he whispered. "You can cry. I'm here."
Without really thinking, you fell forwards into his arms, wailing into his chest. He remained patient, quietly saying comforting words to you.
When you could finally breathe without hiccupping, you pulled back sheepishly, sniffing and wiping your eyes. He smiled softly at you, carefully tucking some hair behind your ears. "I'm always here for you."
Stuff still felt...wrong. But you brushed it off, turning away to blow your nose, missing Quackity watching you and grinning, eyes almost seeming to glow red.
Acting like a boyfriend seemed to work.
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(A/N-thank you for reading!! I'm not going to be taking anymore requests for yandere quackity, I think I've written enough now :))
