(have this shithole of a chapter. TW Abuse , if you don't enjoy any of these themes the you should skip this chapter. but anyway Enjoy~)
Just to recap-
"morning." i said as i set down the mugs on the table. "uh where am i?" "your at my house, why were you sleeping in the middle of the road?" "i-i don't know why." "its fine if you want you can stay-"
i was cut off buy a bang on the door.
Quackity POV
i stood and went to the door, hoping that it wasn't Shlatt. "yes?" i said opening the door. "morning darlinggggggg" shlatt said, clearly drunk. "damn my luck." i helped him inside and as Shlatt sat down i told the kid to go to the spare room that we had.
i didn't want him to get hurt.
Tubbo POV
i got up and went down the hallway to what i thought was the spare room and it was. it was a plain room with a single bed, a closet,and a dresser. i closed the door and hid in the closet.
there was some yelling and then i heard "YOU BITCH!!!" then a thud on the floor, then a scream. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM YOU ASSHOLE!"
then i heard some one walking down the hallway. the door slammed open and someone came in the room. "where are you, you tiny bitch." he looked under the bed and went to go look in the closet and then he fell on the floor. and over his body, for a split second, i saw a man in a grey split dye hoodie and glossy eyes.
my breathing was heavy and shaky. i heard running then someone opened the closet door. it was quackity. he stared at me in shock and then helped me up. "are you ok bud?" i shook my head and hugged him. he held me and said "im sorry, he's a bad person." "are you ok?" i pulled back and looked up at him. "yes im fine, but i don't know what happened with him" "me too"
the both of us picked him up and carreired his body to his bed. "welp now that that's done , you want some lunch?" i nodded and smiled.
(HEY BESTIES, how did you like the chapter? anyway i hope you guys get some water and have a good week :]
LOVE, Andy~)
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