Unwilling Change- A Karlnapity Vampire Story

Chapter #7- Confrontation

{clubs, alcohol, dom/sub relationships, implied self harm, pole dancers, mention of a panic attack}  

The disc buzzed softly as the red light came on. Sapnap grabbed it and pulled Quackity up. He had been stooping in his own anxiety for what felt like forever and he really wanted to figure out what happened that freaked Quackity so badly. 

Quackity followed Sapnap to the back rooms. They gave one of the staff their disc and were taken to a room. The room had a small stage and a few seats around the edge. It also had a curtain, going into probably the backstage area. The curtain shifted and Angel and the girl who had been dancing when they arrived came in. 

"Hi. I'm Firefox, this is Angel. I'm the supervisor as you can guess." She said it quickly. She knew the two of them from previous encounters, both as the dancer and supervisor. 

"Hi, Angel right?" Quackity said. "You were really talented on the pole, how long have you been doing it?" 

Angel blushed and giggled. "My mom was a dancer so I was kinda raised with it." 

Quackity nodded. "It was really cool. Especially the flip things, I have never seen those here before." He paused before realizing Angel might be thinking he would have to dance at some point. "I kinda wanna just talk to you. Sorry if you want to dance you can I mean." He stuttered a bit before giving up. 

"Oh cool. I mean that is pretty nice cause my legs are sore, the flips look cool but they take a lot of energy." Angel said as he blushed again. 

"Well actually I wanted to ask you to umm," Quackity paused realizing there were other people in the room. "I like your shirt, long sleeves is an unusual choice." He tried to hint at it. 

"Oh, yeah. I like long sleeves because they." Angel said before his expression changed to something almost like suspicion. "You shouldn't be worried about that. I choose my outfits mostly based on my own clothes. I don't wear a lot of short sleeves." 

Quackity nodded. "Yeah. You should wear short sleeves sometime, I bet you would look adorable in them." He really wanted to beg him to stop it. To just not do it but he knew that wasn't how it worked. 

"I don't think I will." Angel sounded vaguely defensive. He shifted how he stood. "I uh, I'm sorry but I have a headache. Can I go early? I'm sure the people will reimburse you."  

Quackity frowned. "Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't have pressed the issue. What is your dance schedule like? We will try and come see you again." 

Angel frowned again, "I'm sorry. I don't know actually. The schedules only come out on Sundays. Willbur, the bartender, can tell you if you come on Sunday." Angel sounded more like he just wanted to leave. 

Quackity nodded. "Okay, sorry. I just worry. Please stay safe." 

Angel almost glared. "You shouldn't worry about me. I'm just a stripper." With that he stormed out, Firefox followed close behind. 

Quackity stared at the curtain until Sapnap put his hand gently on his shoulder. Quackity turned around. "We need to ask Wilbur to keep us updated on his schedule. I need to get him to." Quackity didn't finish his sentence. 

"Is there a reason he wears long sleeves?" Sapnap tested, trying to confirm his suspicion. 

Quackity nodded. "I can't let him keep doing it. Please Sapnap. You have to understand." He buried his face in Sapnap's chest trying to hold back the tears. 

"If he doesn't want to, there is nothing we can do. I don't know what more we can do." Sapnap said as he wrapped his arms around Quackity. 

Quackity sniffled. "We should head back to Dream, there's no reason to hold a room. But don't get a refund, just tell them the room is open. I don't want him to lose the money. It wasn't his fault he left." 

Sapnap nodded and grabbed Quackity's hand and led them out of the room. "We left early. Tip the extra money." He said to the guy on their way out. 

When they returned to the table with Dream and George they simply sat down and Sapnap motioned to the others to not mention it. They sat there for a little while before Quackity leaned in to Sapnap. "I want to go home. I feel like I'm going to have a panic attack." He said it quietly but Sapnap was on his feet in a second. 

"Dream, George. You guys can take a taxi home or something right?" Sapnap said. Dream nodded and so Sapnap led Quackity out of the club and to the car. Before they got in Sapnap pulled Quackity close. "Pretty boy. How can I help?" 

Quackity shrugged. "I think just being outside is better. I need to stop thinking about Angel. It's just hard." 

Sapnap nodded and helped Quackity into the car. Once they were both sitting, Sapnap gave Quackity an earbud and they sat there, Sapnap played songs he knew Quackity enjoyed and Quackity just tried to relax.