It started with a Raid War / Quackity x Reader Fanfic

chapter ten

I decided to make Alex a special dinner tonight. I prepared the ingredients to make spaghetti. The sauce was on the stove and the bread was prepared to be heated. I contemplated going all out and making a salad too.

I hummed the 'Be our Guest' song from Beauty and the Beast as I stirred the sauce. Alex screams something unintelligible from his room. I think he said he was going to stream for a while.

I pull the stream up on my phone to see what he's screaming about.

"TOMMY STOP KILLING ME" I first hear the yelling from the room, then through the phone. I turn the stream off because that will get annoying fast.

I'm almost done with dinner when I get a great idea. I laugh at myself as I search for a lighter and some candles.

I want to set up the dinner to be 'romantic', but I think my fancy candlesticks (don't ask why I have those) and my table cloths are in the guest bedroom's closet. I don't want to disturb his stream, so I try to wait patiently.

After a while I turn the stream on to see what he's doing. He'r running aimlessly around while Tommy talks. I can tell from the way the webcam is set up that I could go into the closet without being seen.

I listen to what they're talking about before I decide to barge in.

"So," Tommy says, crouching in front of Quackity, "you're in a house with a WOMAN, Big Q."

Quackity laughs. "Uh, yeah, Tommy I am."

"That's a lot of fun. I sit in my house with all my wives all the time."

"Oh really?" Quackity laughs.

"Yes, really."

They're quiet for a moment while Quackity does something. Tommy decides to ask another question.

"Big Q," he begins, "What does y/n smell like?"

Quackity laughs for a solid minute. "WHAT?"

"It's a legitimate question. What does her house smell like?"

Quackity gains his composure. "Like right now, or what is usually smells like?"

What does that mean? Does my house different right now?

"What do you mean right now? Does she smell gross right now?" Tommy asks the same questions as me.

"No, no," Quackity laughs some more. "Her house smells like Italian right now. I think she is cooking."

"Oh she cooks for you?" Tommy asks.

Quackity rolls his eyes. "No she's just making us dinner, I think. It's a nice thought, but it might be poisoned."

"Because she hates you?"

I laugh at that question. Tommy delivers the joke so well that I think he might be serious.

"Yeah, I actually think she's a murderer, Tommy."

"HEY!" I yell really loud and throw an empty, plastic cup at the door.

Tommy starts laughing. "What was that?"

"She threw something at my door and yelled at me!" He gives the direction of the door an angry stare.

"So when she is mad, she starts to smell like Italian?"

"No, Tommy, she's cooking dinner right now."

"So when she is angry, she cooks Italian food?" Tommy laughs at his own joke.

"No, Tommy, oh my gosh." Quackity groans.