dirty crime boy; quackity x reader ✔️

t h i r t y - o n e

tw/cw: ed(?), drinking

your pov

   nothing was the same since that day. it all happened so fast. your best friend gone, in the blink of an eye. your mind was filled with nothing but memories of him, of karl.

   even if you wanted to focus on anything else, there wasn't a single thing that didn't remind you of karl. all you could do was cry. you'd gone through this twice, and all the memories of the first time were making it even harder to recover.

   alex had found a safe place to hide from the wild cards. everyone injured was treated, and only a few people were killed.

   you stayed in your room most of the while, only coming out when necessary. when you did come out, you never talked to alex. you didn't want to dump all your emotions onto alex. he was having it just as badly as you.

   you tried your best to eat as much as you did before karl's death, but all of it now seemed too filling for you. you felt sick to your stomach.

   for you, it was far more painful than having every method of torture being performed on you. it was like someone had shoved rocks down your throat and forced you to swallow.

   "this is my fault. if only i didn't pass out, i could've saved him. he would still be here." was repeatedly playing in your head.

   your mind fought against itself. half of it blames you for karl dying, and the other half is trying to say it wasn't your fault. you just wanted the pain to go away.

   you're sitting on your bed, knees tucked to your chest, tears on your cheeks drying up. memories of you and karl replayed in your head.

   you fiddled around with the ring he gave you, then looked to your desk, and saw his matching ring in the box that came with it. you remembered that night like it was just last week.

   on the desk next to your bed, there was a picture of you, karl, and alex. it was the same picture on the t-shirt you had. the frame had been signed and drawn on by the three of you.

   you took the framed photograph, and held it in front of you. you touched the picture, the cold glass covering it leaving goosebumps on you.

   then you looked to one of the sentences that karl wrote.

I LOVE U! -karl

   the memories of decorating the frame hit you like a train. more tears came out of your eyes, staining your shirt and the picture. a lump formed on your throat, and it felt as if barbed wire was wrapped around it, and becoming tighter and tighter.

-lil flashback-

   it was a normal saturday. alex and karl were at home playing mario kart, while you were out somewhere. you just came back home, with a little surprise.

   "guys, i bought a frame for the picture of us! come on, help me decorate it!" you call out to them, smiling.

   "ugh, why?" alex groaned.

   "cause, it'll look really boring if it's blank!" you responded.

   "i'll help you!" karl offered.

   karl came over to you, and grabbed a sharpie. alex looked over to you guys, was that jealousy in his eyes?

   "you know what, i'll help too." he changed his mind.