Dream SMP ~«One Shots»~

★Bathtub.. - Quackity

Warning this chapter may contain inappropriate language and mature content.

CW - self harm, abusive parents, comfort room

Channel(s) - Dream, Quackity, Sapnap, Karl, Schlatt, Badboyhalo

Quackity hasn't told his friends about his abusive parents and it's not as simple as just moving out, he can't because he doesn't have the stability, financially, to do so.

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Quackity's pov

"So.. Quackity.. why the fuck were you in your bath tub all day yesterday, every time we spoke you'd just say you were in your bath tub!" Schlatt exclaims and I nervously laugh.

"Useless, worthless mistake of a child!"

Shit got really bad yesterday.. so.. I locked myself in the bathroom and sat in the tub. It's my comfort spot, the only room in the house that's got a lock to it. I've been hiding in there since my parents became this way when I was five.

"I.. was just there, it was the coolest place in my house and it was super hot yesterday" I say as I rub my eyes, I didn't sleep well.. being curled up in the bath tub all night.

I had cramps in like every part of my body. Everything was cold and uncomfortable.

"Quackity! C'mon out to mama my little duckling.. I won't hurt you baby~"

"You called me and it was thundering, wouldn't you want to be in bed?" Karl asks softly and I bite my lip.

"What is this, a fucking interrogation!?" I yell, sitting back and anxiously bouncing my knee.

"Language" Bad says absentmindedly as he goes back to running about.

"So.. how did you get that bruise?" Dream asks softly and I gently touch it.

"You stupid brat! So lazy and useless! Get a proper job you waste of space!" The bad man yells.. whipping me with his belt.

"It's nothing" I say with a shaky breath, wincing at the pain that throbs through my cheek.

"Quackity.. is someone stopping you from talking to us?" Schlatt asks softly and I slowly peer around my room, glancing to my left before looking to my right.

"No.." I mumble out, shaking my head in the process.

"Okay.. can you.. just nod or shake your head for this question, you don't need to speak if you can't" Schlatt then says slowly and softly. "Is someone at home hurting you?" He asks softly and my eyes instantly tear up.

"Tell anyone and I'll be your worst fucking nightmare!"

Before I know it, tears are leaking down my cheeks and I nod my head, yes.

"Ye-ah.." I stutter out, my voice breaking with a shaky cry.

"Oh Quackity.." Sapnap says breathlessly.

"Can you tell us who?" Bad asks softly and I look down with a soft sob.

"Mm-my-y pa-parents.." I stutter out, picking at my skin around my thumb until a stinging pain brings some type of release as it begins to bleed.

"Oh.. Quack.. I'm gonna come and get you, I need you to pack and be ready to leave by dawn.. can you stay safe for the night.. I'm gonna bring you back to mine, you'll be safe far away okay" Schlatt says softly and I nod, trying to wipe my eyes and clear away the salty tears.

"Slut! You better be ready on that bed for me and my mates!" The booming voice of the male I once called my father echoes off the stone walls and I scramble to hang up from my friends and get ready for a long night.

Schlatt's pov

I look up from the address on my phone, eyes scanning the house and analysing every inch of it. It's nothing special.. just deceiving.. since the outside looks like every other loving but small family home. But these walls hide the dark secrets to a dysfunctional family.

A family filled with bitter lies, pain and abuse. A family home to two parents who aren't fit to care for another human other than themselves. And an innocent son who's been a victim of both physically and sexual abuse for god knows how long!

I send Quackity a few messages and wait by the door. Eventually it opens and a messy haired, red and blood shot eyed man steps out. Big Q.

"C'mon man.. let's go somewhere safe.." I say softly, helping with his bags as he anxiously stands, holding his wrist to his chest.

Quackity silently nods and we head towards the car I rented. I decided I would drive back since flying might make Quackity too anxious and I don't want that for my friend.

Most of the car ride was silent, only thing playing in the car was the radio. I think as time went on and Quackity realized I'm not lying about him being safe with me, he got less anxious and slowly got more comfortable with me by his side. We started engaging in small conversation but nothing too overwhelming or anything.

When we arrived at mine, I give him a new phone I brought for him. We're removing his parents from his life, all his contacts. He wrote all the numbers he needed down and we set up his new phone before completely wiping the old one of everything before smashing it up and throwing it out.

I'm just hoping Quackity will be comfortable here.

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Word count - 909

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