Chuckle Sandwich One Shots! [DISCONTINUED]

[SMUT] C!Quackity x C!Schlatt - Don't Leave

Plot: Quackity gets ready to leave for Pogtopia, only to be stopped by a certain someone.

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Quackity had packed the last of his thing up in a chest, taking a deep breath. He had put his most valuable items in his enderchest, but the other ones were just placed into regular chests.

He had been packing up for most of the night, Schlatt was out taking care of some 'business', so he didn't bother to tell him where he was going or what he was doing.

As he placed the last of his thing into his chest, he counted through each item quietly, wanting to make sure it all added up, and nothing was lost.

Honestly, all of this hurt a bit. He loved Schlatt but with the way things had recently been, he just couldn't take it anymore. And after getting the offer to join Pogtopia, well, he just couldn't turn that down.

Right as he stepped outside to get the rest of his things to his horse, he froze only to see Schlatt making his way towards the building. In a panic he quickly carried his chest back inside, stuffing it underneath the coat rack, so it was at least somewhat out of sight.

Immediately he rushed into the kitchen and sat down, twiddling with his thumbs anxiously. He knew he wouldn't be able to leave before Schlatt got home, he would at least have to try when he was asleep.

"Honey, I'm home!" Schlatt shouted as he walked through the door, a wide smile on his face. "Hope it didn't get too lonely in here without me, sugar!" He chuckled, taking off his suit jacket and hanging it up. "I brought dinner by the way, so no need to try and cook up anything."

Though Quackity was relieved, he wasn't completely in the clear yet. "How was the meeting?" He asked with a small, unsuspecting smile.

Cheeky laughter escaped Schlatt as he practically skipped into the kitchen like a little school girl. "Oh, babe, bust the wine out for this one! You're definitely gonna want to hear this." He said with a smirk, the same exact smirk that always sent a shiver down Quackity's spine.

Following his request, Quackity slowly got out of his seat, grabbing two glasses from a cabinet, as well as a bottle of some of the fanciest red wine they had. While he set that up, Schlatt set the food out. Some nice cooked steak as well as some potatoes. Being the president sure did mean Schlatt got a lot of nice meals.

Pouring Schlatt a glass, Quackity soon sat down and poured himself one, watching as Schlatt just laughed to himself before taking a sip. "So, you'll never fucking believe this. Those fucking idiots we exiled, right? Starting a new fucking country on their own! They're calling it Pogtopia or some dumb shit like that. I'm sure it won't be long before we find them out and destroy their plans again." He snickered.

Quackity almost went pale hearing the word Pogtopia, his hand trembled slightly as he held the wine glass. "Are.. you serious? How did you guys find out about that?" He asked with a quiet gulp.

"I have my sources, sugar. Plus there's no doubt in my mind that those fuckers are planning something." Schlatt huffed, taking a few bites of his dinner. He watched the other silently for a moment, before sighing. "You've barely touched any of your food. Are you feeling okay?"

Nodding, Quackity just took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm just.. not too hungry. Had a big lunch, y'know?"

Schlatt squinted his eyes and stared at him for a moment, before just giving a small shrug and standing up. "Whatever you say. I'm gonna grab some salt. These potatoes are plain as fuck."

A small sigh escaped Quackity as he rubbed his face, his hands beginning to twitch a bit. Not only was it hard enough to just pack up and leave, but now knowing Schlatt knew about Pogtopia made things even worse.