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Quackity angst

This one shot takes place in an alternate version of the Dream Smp where Quackity is a duck hybrid and Sam is his biological father.

I crumpled. I feel my wings fall flat, smacking the asphalt with force. I cry into my outstretched hands, almost fists yet so weak as to not make contact. Twenty years. Twenty fucking years, he abandoned me, in the rain, on my own, FOR WHAT?!? So he could go off and fight in some stupid ass war, AND THEN COME BACK AND ADOPT TOMMY. NO, he didn't think to, i don't know, talk to his OWN SON, he took someone else’s. The pale yellow of my once vibrant wings goes grey with heartbreak, tears staining the surface below me. I can’t get up, I can’t move. I can’t stop crying. He left me. He left me, twenty fucking years ago, I WAS A FIVE YEAR OLD KID. He told me.. He told me ‘just stand still Alex, it's the mannequin challenge. When I come back, you can move, and we’ll go home. That fucking home is gone. And so was he… I feel myself lifting off of the ground and immediately recognize the feeling. It happens sometimes, to hybrids. We fly involuntarily, when the rest of our bodies fail. The wings are designed to flick fight or flight mode before anything else. And it seems this is exactly what happens. I land in a field of flowers, still sobbing quietly, on my knees, wings resting against the happily blooming sunflowers. Sunflowers used to be my favorites. The way the seeds blow into the wind with the spring, replanting for the next year whilst feeding the poor and alone. I survived off of sunflower seeds, running through the patches of yellow grasslands, skipping nearly of happiness, only barely outmatched in height by the blooms. I was so much smaller then…. I wipe now dried tears from my eyes and gaze up towards the stars. How far had I flown? I reach up with one hand, the other still resting peacefully on my bent out legs. My fingertips brush the soft surface of a petal, familiarity becoming all too prominent in the contact. I spread my wings, ready to leave, and preparing for takeoff, before…

“So you come here too, huh?” him.
“Sometimes” I respond, attempting to conceal the pain in my voice, the loss. Still it comes out choked, and almost a whisper.
“I’m sorry” it’s too late for that.
“You fucking better be” I say, or rather, whimper, wiping a tear from my unwilling eyes with the back of my sleeve, the motion quick, and clean.
“I am. I didn’t mean to hurt you” just shut up.
“But you did” I say with sudden venom, shocking the apologetic ex parent from behind me. “Just leave me alone, Sam” and before another word, I push off the ground, leaving my so called father in the midst.

Sorry it's a bit short and I'm sorry for the inactivity! Hopefully I'll get somewhat semblance of an update schedule soon!