mcyt short stories and one shots

ghostity angst

 ghostity angst, here it is and for the sake of i'm running of a small amount of sleep it'll be kinda simple for the backstory because im a common whore with these things <3 also for this, i recommend this song ----> it just makes it make more sense

includes: death mentions, murder scenes, flashbacks etc

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quackity sat, in a field full of amazing and luscious flowers, the most beautiful ones he's ever seen. he smiled and went to pick one, it was the color yellow.

quackity twisted and twirled the stem of the small flower so it danced beneath his finger tips elegantly. his smile growing into a soft grin as he chuckled slightly.

it had felt like forever since he had smiled, and even longer for a genuine laugh.

Oh No, not since he died.

Quackity could recall some things from his life, and at other times not so much, but one thing always stuck with him.

the burning feeling of water rushing into his mouth, his eyes wide open as the clear liquid flooded his nose and the water quickly replacing the air that had long ago filled them.

quackity could never remember the face of the person who did force him to drown in that bathtub, for whatever reason he couldn't remember why either.

but quackity remembered the love that person and he had.

the moments where time would stop, where the universe was quiet with a soft edge while it was just him and that person. who would have thought that person would be the one to end it all.

he had missed his fiances too.

the light that surrounded them, even when they fought.

but No.

he was stuck in this cold, unforgiving, mess of a masterpiece afterlife. but that didnt make him hostile or anything. by now he was all hugs and cuddles, just-

he had no one to share them with.

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"NO-NO-PLEASE-I'M SORRY- LET ME GO!"

quackity thrashed and squirmed to get out of the grip. his hands- they felt too tight on quackitys body. his touch was laced with fire and acid, it stung his skin as his head was forced underwater.

"you wanna be a little bitch? wanna pull little stunts like that? you fucking disgusting twat."

quackity skipped and hopped, playing in the field, twirling and dancing with people that didn't exist, in reality, he was alone. no one to watch and play with him, no one to join in on the games and fun.

he was undoubtedly and utterly alone. in the fullest sense.

but nonetheless, he persisted on with his day, a false sense of happiness creeping in whilst he wasn't looking. it was still him, just....not him?

the man forced quackitys head under the water and let him down until he felt the life leaving his body. he smiled a wicked grin and set the small man in the bathtub to the rest of his was congealed under the icy water.

"Now you can wash all of the dirty little lies and tricks off of you. i loved you so, i need you whole, and if i can't have you? then no one can, and look at you, you're all mine now~"

quackity's dead body laid in the water, his face carrying an emotionless and empty face, void of any emotion, nor happiness.

Big Q sat in the field, staring at the ground with an empty look. he held up his hands and looked at them, a tear flowing out of the corner of his eye as the lines between memory and reality faded away.

he couldn't tell anymore, and regardless, he didn't want to know anymore.

his life was filled with fighting, tyranny, heartbreak, love, loss, and it wasn't until now he could finally say he missed it.

he missed it all.

he pulled up a chair and admired the dead body in front of him that carried so much beauty.

"too bad you choose them over me, I could have treated you so much better if you would have just given me another chance... you little fucker."

he reached out to the side and grabbed the jumble of roses he had gotten quackity.

"he loves me...he loves me not...he loves me...he loves me not"

he pulled countless pedals off until all the pedals were ripped off the roses and filled the water that held his beloved boy.

quackity was feeding a cow peacefully, he did this daily now.

all the animals were his friends now, he would feed them and [if they let him] pet them as well. he treated them with kindness and love that he felt a lack of.

"monkey, monkey, monkey man" quackity sang as he fed the cow the wheat. he felt happier now that he was here.

but then again he couldn't recall if he was happy, or just lonely.

the funniest thing he'd ever seen was the day of his funeral when they found his body.

"Dear friends, family, and lovers, today we are gathered here to grieve the death of our beloved ducky friend quackity."

so few people were there, it was just karl, sapnap and Wilbur [for a little bit before he left]

Karls sobs could be heard in the deafening silence as sapnap held him, spacing out to process what had just happened.

quackity sat on a crafting table kicking his legs back and forth as he wondered why so few people cared...

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maybe he was a bad friend?

he didn't know, he couldn't remember, so it didnt stay on his mind for long.