what happens now...(Karlnapity){Quackity angst}

He's Really Gone Huh...

new story- or ig first one- ;-; welp time to start it-

Quackity POV

It's raining.

He liked the rain.

He used to always drag us outside to play in it. We would always end up drenched and muddy. But now that will never happen again. That part of him died. It died a long time ago.

I watched as the rain slowly raced down the sides of the window hearing the little taps on top of the car roof. It was slightly calming as a song softly played in the background.

We were going to George's house because of what happened. No one has brought it up yet though. So I guess we just won't talk about it. which I prefer.

When we get to George's house they get out of the car and grab my stuff from the back.

I stare at the backpack that consists of all of my stuff. It holds mostly clothes but there are a few other items within it. I laugh at the few things I have left.

George looks at me probably wondering why I was laughing. I stare at the floor and think about the past 48 hours. The screams the blood the fear.

I should not be laughing. Not after what happened.

They both look at each other and walk inside.

After the funeral, George said I could come and live with him. At the time I had no better place to live except for "his" house. So I said yes. Now that im here I dont know if it was the right choice. It feels weird to be staying anywhere but there.

"You coming inside?" George asked

I nodded in response while walking in.

It was a nice home. Kitchen, tv room, upstairs. It was big. Im surprised it was just him who lived here.

We walked upstairs and he showed me the spare room.

"This is your room," he said looking at me for a response.

"Thanks," I say back meaning for more than just the room.

"No problem you would do the same if I were in your shoes."

"yea,"

I walk into the room and sit on the bed thinking. Seem to be doing a lot of that lately.

George goes and puts my stuff down on top of the dresser. Then he walks out without a sound.

I lie down on the bed and continue thinking. I mean I didn't want this to happen. Him dead. Tubbo gone. Me- well I dont really know about me.

the little family that we started gone forever. It was a place that felt like home but now it's broken and can't be put back together.

in a way, im glad Phil found Tubbo. He gave him a better life than I ever could. 

I still miss him though.

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"Q come here!" 

"coming! coming!"

"what's up?"

"look"

I look down to see Schlatt and Tubbo sitting on the floor facing each other.

"what's going on?"

"Just look,"

as he says that he reaches out for Tubbo. Tubbo stands up and starts slowly walking over to him.

"oh my god!"

"I know!"

Schlatt stood up with Tubbo and started spinning around with Tubbo in his arms while laughing. 

"hey! be careful with him!" I say while laughing.

"I am!" he says with him and Tubbo wearing huge smiles.

smiles...

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I wake up.

I wasn't aware I was sleeping. I mean thats how sleep works.

I look over at the alarm clock on the nightstand and it reads 7:34 pm. So I was sleeping for around 2-3 hours. Great.

I get out of bed and start walking in the hallway. there are different photos of when George was little as well as some family ones. To be quite honest his house is almost too good to be true. 

As approach the stairwell I can hear people talking downstairs.

"well just be careful what you say around him,"

"im always careful about what I say!"

"no your no- HEY!" 

"This is what you get for not saying that I watch what I say!"

"That doesn't even make sense!"

I walk down the stairs to see Dream and George on the couch tickling? I mean thats a normal thing for couples and even friends and family to do so why am I making such a big deal out of it.

when they see me they immediately stop what there doing and give me their attention.

"sorry did we wake you up?"

"no, you didn't"

"ok then, are you hungry?"

"yea kind of,"

"ok then ill go make food" and George goes off into the kitchen leaving me and Dream alone. Dream goes and turns on the tv and turns on a random show that I assume he has been watching.

I sit down on the couch with him and watch the show.

the show talks about a killer in a school where the students have to guess who the killers and the blood is pink and it's all so confusing.

eventually, I get bored of the show and go to the kitchen where George is.

"hey,"

"hey,"

I sit down on one of the chairs at the breakfast bar. George seems to be making some huge elaborate meal.

"you dont need to make a whole meal,"

"no it's fine, I like to cook anyways."

"Could I help then?"

"yea sure"

in the end, me and George cooked a simple pasta and ate at the table with Dream in complete silence. It got really awkward at some point- well actually it was always awkward.

"im going to go to sleep..."

"ok night,"

I walked back up the stairs and to the room. I lied on the bed and stared at the ceiling. 

'he's really gone huh'

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Thank you for reading this chapter! hope I didn't bore u to death- umm next chapter is probably going to be a lot of fluff so yea

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