Dream Angst One-Shots

Ducks

Dream POV

I used to love ducks. They used to reminded me of my mom tucking in me at night say "goodnight my little duckling."  Or when me and Tubbo would race down to the lake to feed them.

But now....

Ducks remind of being disowned by my mother. Of the harsh words she told me. Of the crippling void she left in my heart. Or the feeling Quackity swinging an axe into my spine. Of my head thrown against a wall. Of blood pour out body while he towers over me and tells me I deserve it, all of it.

Duck were no longer cute and cuddly....

They are cold and heartless.

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