Blow Me Out Of Proportion(TNT DUO)

Niki, Scariest Women Alive, Perhaps

Your favorite person has come back with a new chapter teehee - ty , also not beta read yet!! Probably will be tmmr
CW and TW - minor character death, (don't worried), implied disease??, passing out, yelling, dehumanization if you squint and look South.
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"Niki, I swear this isn't what it looks like" wilbur snatched his hands away from Quackitys quickly, hoping that it didn't cause a break between the two. For some reason they'd both been more comfortable around the other, Wilbur's brain was bit foggy but it felt more safe around the man. Disregarding the altercation.

"What does it look like then?" Niki questioned, staring down the man.

"I, I don't know, but it's not what it looks like" Wilbur tried, but the basket Niki was supposed to deliver was long forgotten, her hybrid traits were showing. Being part blaze was certainly not good for situations like these.

"Oh really? Why are you both staring at each other like you're in love" Niki accused, and Quackity couldn't help but let out a scoff at the comment (which earned him a death glare, terrifying, by the way.)

"That's, no- listen, you've got this all wrong yeah? Okay, if you'd just sit down and let me explain-" Wilbur was trying his best to calm the girl down, he didn't feel like having his couch burnt. Dream could probably put it out, that is, if he wasn't in prison.

"Explain what? You've let our enemy into our home?" Quackity was puzzled by her choice of words. Our enemy? Not the countries, just his. Did Wilbur truly hate him, or was Niki making a mistake. There certainly couldn't be any hate behind those eyes any more. He hoped not, at least.

"I'm sorry for being hospitable" Wilbur said calmly, but it was laced with annoyance and bitter intentions.

"Well why are you being hospitable to a- a , him" Niki stared the hybrid up and down, lingering over the bandaged wings and ever so prominent scar.

"Niki you're being rude," Wilbur scolded her like she was a school child.

"I know, I know Will I'm being rude but he's here" Quackity wasn't one for caving in over insults, but something about the dehumanizing nature screamed inside of his chest.

"If you'd just let me explain about him" Wilbur's words barely brought him back down to earth. Nikis words were louder than everything else and the fire shining around her made the boy want to scream. Why could he not have a few days in peace? Was God after him, did he do something? Maybe he should've prayed more as a child, yes, maybe that was it.

"Explain what about that, he, he-" Niki sputtered while staring the man down again before speaking.

"Were you planning on keeping him here like some pet?"

"He's no a pet Niki, oh come on you're just being cruel to him" Wilbur had stood up from his stool, defending Quackity with more heart than he probably even had. Spots of black appeared in his vision, and for some reason he couldn't seem to force his limbs to pick up a cup, or shout a word.

"You're certainly treating him like one" The younger put his heads in his hands, it was too much energy to keep it up anymore. Everything felt like it was spinning, even the darkness inside his own head.

"Because of the way you're acting!" Wilbur shouted.

And with that, the man passed out.

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Quackity was not one to have dreams, but for once he did.

It was like a memory play through, leaving him feeling a sense of loss as they played through. Every one tore at his heart and broke it into smaller pieces.

The first memory was him as a child, his Mom was sixk— but she still managed to take care of the little boy. He couldn't be any older than nine, but he never was oblivious. Quackity could only watch his younger self beg for his Mother to eat his soup because she looked so thin.

She'd always refuse, saying it was fine. Saying that she'd be okay, but he knew that it wasn't okay— it was never okay. He just couldn't do anything about it. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't.

He watched himself grow older, three years of watching his mother decay into a walking corpse. A Three years he watched her slowly decline, begging her to do something. But no matter what, she'd always cook and clean for him, preen his wings and sing him songs.

Even on the last night she was there, she sang to him before she fell asleep. Quackity wished she could return the favor. Singing songs at her grave wasn't enough, but at least he'd tried.

As soon as the phantom tears fell down his face, the memories shifted leaving him dazed. He couldn't have been more than fifteen in this one, and he could almost laugh at the younger version of himself if he hadn't been on the verge of crying. It was sickening. The first time he'd met Schlatt.

Quackity was crying in the high school bathroom, he was exhausted. He was tired of everything. He wished that he had such nice parents— or just any parents like Sapnap and Dream, or even George. He wished he bad siblings like Tommy- blood or not. He wished that he'd have someone to love.

So when Schlatt opened that door and made him laugh, it almost seemed like fate. He'd smiled in the man's arms and thanked him. He'd seemed so nice then, what had happened?

No tears fell at the memory, it was only a feeling of dread.

The last memory was election day. God, how he hated election day. Seeing Tubbo being put into that box, his son. His baby, and being blown up. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't say anything.

If he did, god knows what Schlatt would do. God knows what would be done to him or Tubbo again. He was terrified of the man, and he was a coward.

When Quackity was at his mother's funeral, he had made a promise.

He'd never leave his child alone.

Now look at what he'd done, he'd left Tubbo alone in such a cruel world. He left him alone, even thought he was right by his side.
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When the man woke up, the first words he heard were 'narcolepsy'

"What?" Wilbur questioned, staring at Puffy. Niki had called her in her distress when the duck hybrid collapsed, between sobs that she'd done something to him. She didn't mean too, she was just hurt.

Betrayed.

She never meant to hurt him.

"He's got it, I've seen it on George before. 'M surprised he didn't know—because aren't they friends?"  Puffy continued on, and Wilbur only stared at Quackitys face for a second, looking at fluttering eyelids spurring awake.

"I mean, they were" Wilbur whispered.

"Well, that's what he's got." She stated nonchalantly. Wilbur dismissed her quickly when Quackity finally sat up, he had been crying, Wilbur hadn't noticed until now.

"Quackity? Are you alright?" The sentiment made Quackity want to throw up, but it was sort of nice.

"Sure." His voice was hoarse and shaky, Wilbur brushed it off as a morning voice, hoping that's all it was.

"I don't believe it!" Wilbur slammed on his desk, making Quackity wince and earn a glare from Puffy. Right, he shouldn't do that.

"Well, you should." He rolled his eyes.

"There you are, " Wilbur clasped his hands together, showing how excited he was to have the man back. He let out a disconnected laugh, his voice was still a little hoarse.

"Almost, give me a moment" Quackity replied, and Wilbur only nodded, ushering the others upstairs.

"Of course."

Quackity was left to his own devices, and the memories that were playing constantly through his brain, God, what he'd do to fix it all.
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HEY I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS, I THINK I'M JUST BEING SENTIMENTAL BUT IDK THE MOM SCENE MADE ME SAD, HOPE YA ENJOYED :D -TYRESE, YOUR FAVORITE BILLZO ENJOYER