ONESHOTS // MCYT / DSMP

Spilt Wine P2

This is a continuation of last chapter, Spilt Wine. Sorry for it being so short, I didn't really know how to end this one lol-

CW: Implied Harassment

[Published: December 27th, 2021]
[Not edited since published]

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Quackity stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing. He played with the rings on his necklace, twisting them around his fingers. Quackity sighed, tears flooded his vision as he thought about them. He slid down the railing and curled in on himself, he let the tears fall down his face.

Schlatt was a decent partner when he was sober, but when he was drunk, he would hurt Quackity badly, mentally and physically.

Karl and Sapnap were so much better than Schlatt but still managed to hurt him, emotionally this time. They forgot about him and excluded him from everything, it hurt him.

Wilbur was a good man before he went insane, Quackity's sure he never stopped loving Wil when he found others. Quackity knew they liked each other but didn't know if he was ready to date again. He didn't want his heart to shatter more than it possibly could, but he knew Wilbur was trying to become a better person for him. Maybe he should try to become better as well, but he knew he couldn't do it without help.

He heard the door open but didn't look up to look at the source. The person walked up to him and crouched down in front of him.

"Hey, are you alright?" He recognized the voice as Wilbur's.

"Wil?" He looked up, it was indeed Wilbur.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry, I just- I don't think I'm ready to date again."

"It's okay, you don't have to explain yourself, but I do want to know why you're crying,"

"I'm just- I'm just thinking about them. Schlatt, Sapnap, and Karl,"

"They can't hurt you anymore, you're safe from them."

He looked up at Wilbur with pleading eyes, "Are you sure? What if-" He paused, his thoughts flooding with those bad memories.

"Of course I'm sure, It's alright. They can't hurt you, I won't let them." Quackity smiles at Wilbur and jumps at him, hugging the taller.

'I'll protect you he said, what a fucking liar he was,' Quackity thought while Glatt was touching him non-consensually.