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[summary]
↳ (third part of quackity lore) after y/n died in lava, quackity doesn't know what to do with himself

[warning/s]
↳ swear words, mature content 😳, VERY CLICHE WRITING

[notes]
↳ one of the excruciating oneshot i have ever written. i have so many creative choices and i couldn't seem to pick one and just go along with it. as we all know, this doesn't align with cc!quackity's lore streams, this is my plotline :) enjoy !!

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Quackity stared at her peaceful demeanor, her chest slowly moving up and down as she breathed. It was as though his mind was a puzzle, and the last piece was pushed into fulfillment. The satisfaction of seeing it whole, as he realized the situation.

She has more canon lives.

He tried to recall the times she had canonically died when the two of them were still together. He came to the conclusion that she didn't die once, but was still unsure since there was also this large gap of his absence in her life that he doesn't know if she had been badly hurt.

He didn't know why, but he felt guilt.

It was a sudden pang that resonated through his entire chest. What if she had been hurt and he wasn't there to protect her? What if this is her final canon life?

With a shaky breath, he cautiously dragged himself to the bed, and from a closer distance, he admired certain features on her face that he could still pinpoint its exact spot where.

Quackity had to reassure himself that he might just be overthinking as always. If she had died the first time, then at least someone would have the decency to inform him. At least he would have heard some news from either Sapnap or Tubbo.

Then again, he couldn't have blamed anyone more than himself. He was the one who decided to run away and build a country. He wanted to remain as far remote as possible.

But he's here now. He longed to be here.

He came out of his senses when he saw her squirming a bit before she snapped upwards and sat.

It was quiet. Too quiet for anyone's liking.

Quackity didn't want to be the one to speak first. He would like it if she just sees him and goes to break the silence from there. So he just stood there, while she was taking her time adjusting to her new surroundings.

Gone was the red-hot feeling in her bones and veins. Her visions of molten lava were replaced by the comforts of her home... yet, it doesn't feel like it.

She blinked rather slowly, and she straightened her back. From her right, she could see Quackity standing there with his hands inside his pockets, watching her quietly.

"I still have two canon lives," She muttered and he nodded in understanding. He had to hold back the huge sigh in relief as he wanted to keep up his cold facade.

She wanted to hear his voice. "You?"

"I also have two."

"What happened?" She couldn't help but ask, her stare casting downwards as she played with her blanket.

"Funny story," a small grin was placed upon Y/n's lips upon noticing that Quackity loosened up a bit. He began walking around idly. "Y'wanna know how I got this scar?"

He said it in a joking accent that made her chuckle in both amusement and confusion. "Tell me,"

"I wanted to kill Technoblade. That's what I have been planning behind your back."