Drinks // Jschlatt x Quackity

Drunk.

"What. The. Fuck."

Schlatt had known... he didn't want to believe it but he had known. Thats why he never realized it, he never wanted it to be true, but it was. 

He liked his best friend

He wanted to scream at the thought but he couldn't. He laid his head back on the door, making a loud thud. He was trying to think of either ways to tell Quackity or to hide it.

He thought it would be best to hide it, he didn't want him to find out and it ruin everything. He was going to hide the fact he had feelings for his best friend.

Little did he now, this was going to result into something bad.

2 Weeks Later

Schlatt had come home at around 10pm, Drunk, again. Quackity was sitting in the living room, watching TV. When He heard the door open he figured it was Schlatt, he acted like he was asleep so Schlatt wouldn't say anything. 

He knew if he were asleep Schlatt wouldn't try anything.

You see after Schlatt started hiding his feelings, he started drinking more, which resulted in him being aggresive, he never hurt Quackity, kinda. He would only say hurtful things, he never hit Quackity though, but it still hurt him a lot.

Schlatt never remembered anything though, he always forgot the next day. Quackity never said anything though. He didn't want Schlatt to freak out. 

Schlatt looked at Quackity, seeing he was "Sleeping" he left him, he wasn't as drunk as he usually was though, but drunk enough. He went to his own room and changed his cloths.

Quackity didn't hear Schlatt anymore so he got up to go get a drink. When he got to the kitchen, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs. He couldn't really do anything so he just sat there, sitting on the counter.

Schlatt entered the kitchen and looked at his friend. They made eye contact and Quackity had gotten scared. Schlatt rolled his eyes and grab a glass of water and left.

Quackity though he was going to yell, throw something, or call him names like he usually does, bit he didn't. He didn't know why Schlatt was suddenly like this, he went from a guy who never drank and was nice, to, this... he honestly was scared.

He was worried about his friend, he didn't want something to be wrong and him hide it. And that was exactly it, they had both been hiding things. They had both been hiding there feelings. Of course thats not what Quackity had thought thought.

2 Weeks Later

 Schlatt had gotten home, however Quackity had not been listening and was in the living room once again. Schlatt had walked into the room and saw Quackity, he sat on one of the chairs they had in there.

"W-where w-were y-you?" Quackity said, scared.

"Where the fuck do you think" Schlatt said angrily.

Quackity didn't respond. He didn't want to get yelled at.

A Few minutes had past, Quackity was beginning to doze off when he heard Schlatt yelling from the other room. 

He had fell and was now yelling. Quackity had heard things being thrown and just hid under the tiny blanket he had. He was shaking violently, he was scared. He knew Schlatt was soon enough going to take it out on him.

He quickly shut his eyes and tried to sleep, he heard the loud banging and sobbed.

He was scared.