dirty crime boy; quackity x reader ✔️

n i n e t e e n

   it had already been five days since chris died. you were now at his funeral, holding in your tears. in fact, you could hear everyone around you sobbing.

   his mother wailed. his sister had to leave. his wife katie, however, seemed like she was in the most pain.

   you'd never imagined losing someone close to you. hearing everyone crying out deepened your sorrow for chris.

   the service was short. you didn't see your dad or karl's dad anywhere. were they that heartless?

   after the burial, you and karl drove over to alex's mom's place. you couldn't go back, not after what happened that day.

   his mother answered. she took one look at your puffy eyes and dried tears on your cheeks, and quickly let you in.

   "what happened?! come in, sit down." she said, closing the door behind you.

   "sorry, we were just at a friend's funeral." karl explained, sniffing a bit.

   "oh. sorry for your loss, my dear." she says, rubbing his back.

   "where's alex?" you ask.

   "he's at his house, i'll give you his address." she answered.

   "thank you." you say, recieving the text from her.

   "you be careful now, okay?" she says.

   "yeah, we will. goodbye!" you say, exiting the house.

   you and karl get back in the car, and searched for alex's place on the gps. once you got your directions, you started driving.

   karl still seemed a little bit shaken up about chris. you pat his shoulder, giving him a warm smile as you waited at the red light.

   "we'll be fine, karl. chris is gettng his justice soon." you say, focusing on the road.

   the light turned green, and you continued to drive. eventually, you made it to alex's place. and of course, he had a big house. just like any other mafia leader.

   you knock on the door and alex answered. seeing both of your solemn expressions, he quickly let you both in.

it was at this point that karl broke down into tears again. he couldn't hold it back, not even after the memorial.

it broke your heart, too. you didn't want to see your best friend break down like this. as you tried calming karl down, you too cried with him.

   it seemed as if alex felt helpless. he didn't know the person who died, and didn't know how to comfort the two of you.

   after you and karl calmed down, you started discussing what to do next. now, you had even more reason to take down the wild cards. well, at least their leaders.

   "so, where the hell are we gonna stay now? we can't go back to our parents unless we wanna get killed." you say, taking a sip of water.

"yeah, not to mention our stuff is back at the house." karl says.

"guys, you can just stay with me. i have two guest rooms downstairs, and we can go get some new clothes if we have to." alex proposed.

an idea popped into your head. "what if we wait until our dads leave the house, then get the others to help us get our stuff back?"

"why can't we just get new clothes, though?" karl asked.

"because that's where i put the old t-shirt with us on it!" you answer.