Dsmp Age Regression Oneshots༄

"He's not out there, Right?"

(PLEASE NOTE MY PHONE IS NOT CURRENTLY WORKING ATM AND I ONLY HAVE ACCESS TO MY LAPTOP, SO I AM WRITING THIS FROM MY LAPTOP, PLEASE EXCUSE ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES, THANK YOU! ^^)

Requested by: No one :)

CG!: C! Wilbur/ Little!: C! Quackity

Time stamp: This is during When Schlatt was president.

AU: Now im nto so caught up on lore so i dont know if C! Quackity and C! Wilbur liked eachother at this time, but for now lets just say they do :)

TW: Yelling, Verbal Abuse, Physical abuse (Just for a few moments, Dw, all fluff in the end :) ), Yelling, Arguing, Crying. cussing (Please Tell me if i missed any, ty :] )

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Quackity woke up, Stretching, Something felt off, it felt as if he had slept for way to long.

SOmething was definetely off, Opening the Curtains of his Small Brick house he had built by himself, He Was suprised to see the sun at its highest point, Then it hit him.

It was the middle of the day.

His breath hitching, His eyes widened. He had a job, He was Vice president, He couldnt believe he didnt wake up, he slept in, way to late. Schlatt was going to have a field day with him. He just really hoped George got up in time.

Quickly, quackity turned, Running to his closet, He got dressed, Putting on His Formal clothes, Schlatt never allowed him to wear his blue Jacket and Sweats, Which really sucked, those were his comfort clothes.

Quickly, quackity Ran and brushed his teeth, his mouth bleeding a bit from how fast he brushed against his teeth, he ignored it. He quickly washed the tiredness from his face, and turned, Turning corners, he ran to a certain chest.

Opening it, He dug deep inside, Grabbing Black glasses and his beanie, he opened the glassws and put them on, Fixing his hair and his beanie in a mirror nearby, He Huffed.

Finally, He put on his shoes, And ran out of his house. It was a long way towards the white house, There was no time to waste.

Quackity picked up his pace, Running as fast as he could, Jumping over thick roots of trees and rocks, He dreaded knowing he was going to get yelled at by His boss, And knowing george would stand behind him and let out a snicker or two.

Quackity leapt over a puddle, After a few minutes, he saw the White house in His view, He sighed, And continued running.

A few moments later, he finally stepped towards the doors of the white house, Panting, He Opened the doors, Taking a deep breath.

An idea popped into his head, Maybe, Just maybe, if he was quiet enough, Schlatt wouldnt even notice he was late! If he could just creep by his office without a sound, or george calling for him, Everything would be fine.

Quackity stepped inside, Breathing shakily, He Walked down The light filled halls, Everything was quiet. To quiet. Quackity tried relaxing, Taking deep breaths, Yelping when he was yanked into a nearby hallway by a familiar person.

George quickly slapped his hand over quackitys mouth, Shushing him.

"Where have you been?!" George asked in a hushed, panicked tone.

"I- I slept in.." Quackity Mumbled, George lifting his hand off of the Man's mouth.

"Pfft- Yeah, Anyway, theres no time to talk, Schlatt noticed you werent here, He's So dangerously upset, Big q, He's not messin' around." George said, Worry filled his eyes.

"Oh go-" Quackity was cut off, George slamming a pile of papers he was holding into quackity chest, Quackity grabbed them, and george crossed his arms.

"Paperwork, All of its yours, I was just about the do it but i heard you enter and immediatly came looking for you, Schlatt requested their done by Midnight." George said Strictly, Pushing down his glasses just a bit, Looking quackity dead in the eyes.