The Blinding Light of Sunrise - TNT Duo Dream SMP AU Fanfic

Chapter 12

TW: Domestic Abuse
There is a short scene of remembered domestic abuse that may be triggering for some readers. If you wish to skip this scene, it is early on and marked by a double-line at its beginning and one at its end.

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Big Q was unceremoniously dumped into bed. He heard Charlie and Tubbo talking above him but he couldn't seem to understand what they were saying. Too many f-ing words. It didn't matter, he was too f-ing tired to care. The door shut. The room felt cold and empty. They were gone.

He gripped the pillow, curling himself around it and taking in that familiar smell. He fell into the void of slumber.

"I f-ing loved you, Wilbur." He said in the boardroom as he knelt in front of Wilbur. The room was darker, strangely distorted, with a lot more red.

"I know," Wilbur said in his singsong voice, bending down to meet Quackity's desperate stare. Wilbur pinched his cheek. "That's what made you such an easy mark." He grabbed Quackity's head and smashed it against his knee.

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"You never were marriage material, Sugar Pumpkin." Schlatt's voice echoed from some dark recess. He felt the punch to his gut, but he couldn't see where it came from. "All of this, everything you built, and no one even came to help you except a slime and that kid who hates you, Flatty Patty."

"He doesn't hate me."

"Don't lie to yourself, it's pathetic. Everybody hates you. You're a foul human being." Schlatt let out a loud laugh at that. "Get it? A fowl-human being? Oh, I kill myself." He laughed again. "That was another good one."

He was back in their old planning room in Manberg again, his mind dipped but caught itself. Schlatt was yelling at him, bottle held in the same hand he was pointing at Quackity with. Quackity was answering back, but he couldn't quite catch the words. Schlatt threw the bottle to the ground, black glass shattering everywhere.

No, that wasn't what happened, that was a different time. The scene rewound itself.

Schlatt was poking him in the chest and he, he hit his hand... and the bottle went flying and smashed to the ground.

He felt the punch that spun him around, then the horrible pain as Schlatt grabbed his wings.

He woke up in bed with Schlatt sitting beside him, leaning over him. His upper body felt tight, like it was wrapped in something. He felt strange, numb. He couldn't feel his wings.

"I'm sorry, Sugar Pumpkin. But you know I have a temper," Schlatt said sweetly. "You know better than to fight with me when I've been drinking."

Schlatt's face turned blueish green and the room grew into the dark underground gym. "I'm waiting," Schlatt said with a grin. "Come on, Flatty Patty, can't you even do this one thing right? You're so useless! I don't know why I even bother with you. You weren't that good a f-ck."

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Quackity seethed as Schlatt heaped on the abuse.

"Even your explosive little f-ckboy threw you away once he had what he wanted."

Quackity snapped. "What about what I f-ing wanted! What about me?!" he shouted, leaping onto Schlatt, harmlessly pummeling him with his fists as Schlatt laughed. He might as well have been hitting him with marshmallows for all the good it was doing.