three dads (karlnapity reader insert)

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Y/n pov 

I followed bad to the room he made for me. 

It was amazing. The room was made of quartz, a beautiful f/c carpet lay on the floor, in the middle of the room was a s/f/c bed, a  walk in closet stood proudly in the right corner. 

"Holy shit." I Said under My breath. 

"Language." Bad stated.

"Sorry. It's just... wow!" I stood there veiwing the beautiful room. 

Bad looked down at me, a warm proud smile graced his features. "If you would like,  you're more than welcome to stay here."

I traced my hand across the smooth walls. "Thank you."

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After getting settled in 

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Y/n pov 

I finished making a list of the things I left behind that I wanted to grab. I set it down on my table and began writing a letter. 

Dear quackity, 

I y/n l/n am humbly resigning from my position as a dealer and waiter for the Las Nevadas casino. I regret to inform you that I will no longer be working with you, however, I  heard that someone else is coming. Thank you for the memories you have given me, but I am moving to the next chapter of my life. I hope you can move forward like I have.

Your child, y/n.

I felt satisfied with the letter and sat down. My wings felt better than ever before. I felt enlightened, free. I was waiting for this for years. 

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No one pov. 

Quackity continued on his way to the eggpire, he was not about to let anyone hurt his child. Tears began to form in his eyes as he remembered the day he saw his child for the first time. 

He was much younger, before he married schlatt even. He had been in a relationship with a woman, about a year or two ago. But she was far out of his mind. He was trying to figure out what beanie he would wear for today he heard a heavy knock on the door, like someone pounding on it. 

He groaned at the interruption to his day. Who would even want to speak with him at a time like this, it was only 6 a.m.    A disheveled woman with a baby wrapped in a blanket inside her arms Looked at him. "You fucking ruined my life." She spat out, rain dripped down her soaking wet hair. 

Quackity looked at the woman confused as to what she meant. "How did I ruin your life?" He asked  the woman shoved the baby in his arms. 

"This freak is just like you. They ruined my entire marriage." The baby reached their arms out,  babbling incoherently. The made a grabbing gesture at the man holding them. Quackity brought his pointer finger to the small hand. The young child grabbed onto it like their life depended on it. 

"And how do you know they're my kid?" Quackity said defiantly. The baby examined Quackity's finger like it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

As if on que a pair of tiny,  f/c wings revealed themselves. "See?!" The woman screeched. "They're a fucking freak!" 

Quackity had To work to keep himself from punching her guts in. "That's not how you talk about your child." He looked at the the small human in his arms. That's his kid, and no one talks about his kid like that.

Y/n's small fingers on their free hand curled into a fist, allowing their middle finger to rise in their mothers direction. Quackity was sold,  this was his kid,  and he couldn't be more proud. "Of course they're an asshole, they get it from you. Freaks of a feather-" the woman was interrupted by a fist to her stomach.

"Don't ever talk about my child like that." Quackity said  

"Fine" the crazy woman left clutching where her stomach would bruise in a day. 

From that point forward Quackity swore to himself that he would never let anyone, or anything hurt his child.

He wasn't about to break that promise