stockholm syndrome ~ jshlatt x quackity

he's back..<3

TW: abuse, alcohol, forced behaviours.

It was 4:35am Quackity was sound asleep until suddenly he heard a really loud bang on the door. It startled him and made him immediately alert. As soon as he stood up he immediately felt dizzy and felt his headache from the amount he drank the night before. The banging didn't stop until Quackity opened the door the boy was still in his boxers and shirt so he hoped it wasn't anyone important. He immediately got pushed onto the floor and heard the door slam and lock behind him as the the figure entered the room.
Quackity looked up at the figure and immediately his heart dropped.. it was him he was back.
Suddenly the figure grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up and pinned him against the wall. " Im back pumpkin~" the figure groaned having a scent of alcohol on his breathe. Quackity immediatly panted and started to cry."H-how the fuck are you back you little shit.." The smaller man said quivering in fear against the wall gasping for air. Immediately Shlatt slapped him around the face and gripped his throat tighter. "Who the fuck do you think your talking to!" He snapped before continuing to speak. " Dream used the revive book on me, why you may ask because your a little shit!" He took a deep breath "You had to go and torture him and abuse him didn't you so he sent me back. The person who made you fucked up in the first place Quackity! So he could get revenge on you and make your life worse than it was already. " He said adjusting his hand on his throat.
Quackity immediately cried hysterically . "W-why would you do this to me." he whimpers to him. Shlatt quickly let go off his neck and pinned him down to his before whispering in his ear. " because it's so much fun! and we have so much fun together." Shlatt said holding down Quackity's arms rather firmly. The brown haired man with a beanie whimpered and begged him " I don't want everything to happen again.." he begged " please don't do this." Shlatt smelt a immediate scent of alcohol on his breath. " have you been drinking puppy~" he said grabbing hold of his face aggressively. Quackity looks him in the eye and doesn't respond. Shlatt then groans " Your really to much like me, it's nice to know you still I thought of me though . The way your using coping mechanisms to help your pathetic self that you learnt off me." Quackity looked away from him while he was speaking he was ignoring all of his words. " s-stop it just go away." the man said whimpering and trying to get out from underneath his arms.
Shlatt laughed historically and looked down and the squirming brown haired boy. " why don't you have some more to drink if your so so sad and struggling ~ " he said rather aggressively and grabs some whiskey from the side and opens it. Quackity looked up to him shaking and trembling. Shlatt then shouted "open your fucking mouth!" He said trying to force open his mouth. Quackity shakes his head in disobedience before Shlatt shouts " NOW!" Quackity immediately flinched and opened his mouth. Shlatt held his throat and poured it into his mouth and made Quackity completely choke and gag. Shlatt waited until Quackity swallowed it before sitting him up and looked at him and laughed. " Wow Quackity look how pathetic you are honestly." Quackity sat there and looked at him shivering and not wanting to move or even talk, he looked rather hurt. Quackity thought to himself 'I'm not going to let this shit take over my life agian and fuck me up..' he thought to himself .
Shlatt tapped him gently "Hey pumpkin have some-more to drink.." he mumbled seeing he scared Quackity quite a bit and immediately changed his approach. He handed the smaller boy the alcohol and stared at him until he started drinking it. Quackity looked at him and saw he was trying to be a bit nicer so he picked it up and started to drink the rest of the bottle. The fact he had some earlier in the day really didn't help his palsing headache. The brown haired boy started to feel a little uneasy, everything around him didn't look right. He felt sick out his mind and could no longer see straight.
Shlatt noticed he actually obeyed him and drank it and it was visibly obvious that Quackity was drunk out his mind. Immediately the taller man knew his plan would work. He looked at the quivering boy who was almost not conscious on the bed and grabbed him and took him back to where he lived.
(Hey guys I hope you enjoyed the chapter super sorry if I triggered any of you! Go grab something to drink and eat I love you!<3 )
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