Quacksicle

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Bro, this story is moving way too fast.

⚠️ WARNING⚠️ This story will contain, su1cidel thoughts, sex, slight gore, and some more sad and horny things😀

If you don't want to read the angst part, I just wrote where the smut part is.

Just saying I'm really not good at writing angst/gore but I'll try my best 👉👈🥺

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Quackity was teaching Slime how to tie knots,in case anything broke in Las Nevada's, and they need to fix it with rope, Quackity taught Slime how to do the noose knot it was simple and an easy knot to do. Quackity told Slime to knot put the noose around his neck, cause it would kill him, and he didn't want Slime to die, yet

Anyways, Quackity was frustrated, he had lots of work and he couldn't really handle it all, he just was very mad, Anyways, slime was going to his office, for some random reason.

"Hey Quackity! Do you kno-"

Quackity just had lost of anger in him, he couldn't take it anymore, he just felt like yelling.

"WHAT!? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NEED!?"

"I-I-I just wanted to know wha-"

"YOU STUPID WHORE, CAN'T YOU SEE I'M WORKING!?"

"I-I'm sor-"

Quackity went over to Slime, he raised his hand and slapped him, he left a red mark on Slime's cheek. It went silent for a couple of seconds, Slime looked at Quackity, Quackity still had an angry expression on his face. Tears were in the corners of Slime's eyes, his tears went down slowly. Quackity saw what he did, his expression changed quickly. He was in disbelief from what he had just done.

"Slime I-Im sorry I didn't mean t-"

Quackity was about to put his hand on Slime's cheek, Slime pushed his hand away, and he ran off crying.

Quackity ran after Slime but Slime was already in his room, his door was locked so Quackity couldn't get in.

Quackity grabbed the door knob, turning it different ways to try to open it. Slime was petrified, he was scared that Quackity was trying to open the door to continue hitting him.

Slime was against the door, hearing Quackity try to open it. Slime got shivers in his back. He heard Quackity desperately trying to open the door, banging on it.

Slime put his hands on his ears, trying to get the noises to stop, he cried, the muffled noises of the door banging were the only things he heard. He started sobbing, thinking Quackity hated him.

Quackity never yelled at Slime, or hit him. Thoughts were running through Slime's head. He thought about what he did wrong.

"Why did he hit me? I was just being stupid like always, d-does he still love me? He doesn't, he doesn't love me anymore, he hates me," Slime thought, his hands clenched his hair, pulling the strands of it. He started pulling the strands more and more, pulling some hair off.

The banging of the door stopped, Quackity gave up, he couldn't get Slime to get out, Quackity was mad with himself. Quackity just walked back to his office.

Slime got on his bed, rethinking the memory of Quackity slapping him, tears in the corners of his eyes, waiting to go down. He didn't want to see Quackity anymore. Slime felt like he was nothing. Slime looked at his wardrobe and saw rope. He thought about tying the rope around his neck like a hug. Slime continued to think.