depths of despair

chapter one

this is the first proper piece i've written in over two years, so i'm a little rusty, sorry about that.

anyway, when i hear karlnapity half my heart goes fluff and the other half goes angst. obviously you can tell which one won the battle this time.

hope you like it, updates will happen whenever i finish a chapter and/or i feel motivated.

enjoy!

DISCLAIMERS

• quackity's nightmare sequence is very loosely based off the animatic "i hope we both die", which can be found here, https://youtu.be/SXzfEjh1r7U , it's super good i suggest you check it out if you're interested!

• if any of the creators state that they're uncomfortable with fanfiction, i will respect their boundaries and take this fic down

• all the characters are based off of the roleplay, remember to not send hate to any creators and have a good day

tw: abuse, past abuse, relationship trauma, nightmares, unintentional self harm, self hatred, guilt, if there's anything i missed, please let me know! stay safe

——

the water was dark, so dark, for a moment he thought he had lost his vision, but no, that wasn't it. he could see bubbles rising up towards the far away surface, could see the ghostly white of his too thin fingers when he brought his hand up in front of his face. he was deep, deep underwater, so far under the surface that he could swim for a million years without ever seeing the stars. how he knew this, the boy did not know. sometimes, there are things you just know, things that are so innately buried into your soul, that forgetting them would be impossible. he knew that there was no point in trying to reach the surface, just as he knew that somewhere, someone had loved him. he just knew, somehow.

he didn't need to blink. that was the next thing he noticed about his situation. nor breathe. he didn't need to breathe or blink. the pressure of the water this deep should have caved in his chest by now, but it had not.

suddenly he became aware of the deafening silence. it was oppressive, smothering, it suffocated him until he felt as though it would kill him, and then all of a sudden, it broke, the shattering of a glass, a wall of glass that had been in front of him the whole time. it caved in on itself, and he found himself being swept away as water rushed forward, a dam breaking, spilling over glass which cut him and caused him to bleed, before depositing him onto a soaking red carpet.

now on his knees, he looked up slowly, a sense of foreboding causing him to tense up, and tuck his wings in closer to his body, seeking some comfort from the reminder that he could fly away. above him towered a figure. he carried an impossibly large bottle of alcohol in one hand, which he rested against his thigh as he leaned forward, leering at the boy on the ground, who suddenly felt minuscule in the presence of such a giant. the giant laughed, his joy sharp as an icicle and just as cold. "you thought i wouldn't notice?" the monster — for he was one, with horns curling around his ears, and bloodshot eyes that had seen many horrors, and revelled in each and every one — crooned, setting his bottle down on a table that had not been there moments before. the goat man straightened his tie, before running a hand through his slicked back hair. "quackity, quackity, quackity." he clicked his tongue, "is this what you think a vice president does? runs around with his friends all day, having fun while i get to spends hours working on things that actually matter? you think you get to slack off while i spend all my time, while i put all my effort, into rebuilding this country the way it was meant to be?"