Don't Know How to Feel.

4. "Twenty" Questions

Quackity sat in his empty office, a long-awaited stack of papers lying in front of him on the desk. He sighed, today just wasn't a good day. He felt tired for no reason and kept blanking out randomly all day. He still remembers how Sam left him a couple of hours ago due to this.

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"So what do you think of Tubbo's idea that he proposed at the meeting?" Sam's voice pulled Quackity out of his thoughts. He turned to see Sam standing with an expecting look. Seeing the blank expression on Quackity's face Sam shook his head, "Quackity?" He asked.

"Oh yes?" Quackity replied blinking.

"Did you even hear the question?" Sam spoke with a worried tone.

"No," Quackity answered.

Sam sighed, "Quackity you've been spacing out on me this whole day," Sam began giving a weak and concerned smile, "You good?"

Quackity looked around the room and smiled at Sam, "Of course I am."

Sam only shook his head, "I think you should get some rest or somethin' Quackity. Though, if you're feeling up to it, try working on those papers set on your desk. If not then don't worry about it and just get some sleep alright?" Sam told the other, patting Quackity on the shoulder. 

"What why?"

"You haven't been able to focus all day. Maybe you're tired. Or just need some quiet time, so I'll leave you to it." 

"Well we can still talk, I'll be focused. Watch," Quackity said, fixing his eyes on a pen to show off his concentration skills as if it would convince the other.

"Quackity."

"Sam."

"Goodbye, hope you feel better next time I see you." 

"Wow, bye then." Quackity sighed as Sam waved and walked out the door, leaving Quackity alone.

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Quackity mumbled out of boredom and placed his head on the desk.

He lifted his head to see the stack of papers, immediately groaning in annoyance. He sat up straight in his chair and grabbed his pen. The room became unbearably silent. He's been alone in his office for enough time to get these papers done. He just can't seem to be motivated enough to do it.  

'Might as well get some sleep then.' Quackity thought as he got comfy on his chair. 

Quackity opened his eyes and saw it was getting dark outside. He sighed and gave a glance at the still untouched papers. He gave up on trying to convince himself to do them and stood up. Just as he was packing his things he heard a knock on the door.

Quackity walked over to the door, opening it to see Slimecicle standing in front of him.

"Oh hello Slime, how are you?" Quackity greeted the gooey man.

"Oh, I feel amazing Quackity from Las Nevadas. I just came here to tell you that you have a visitor!" Slimecicle said, giving Quackity a wave.

"What?" Quackity asked, "Who's the visitor?"

"I may have forgotten his name. Let me think, he was from L'manburg."

"Tommy?"

"No he isn't blonde, he has a bit of white hair though-"

"Fundy?"

"Oh no, I know who that is of course."

Quackity nodded, now knowing who it was who seemed to be 'visiting'. Quackity sighed, "Oh, well could you bring them to my office?"