Left out little ducky Pt. 2

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Hello, this is the part 2 of left out little ducky, enjoy! Also just a reminder I am open to requests so, PLEASE I BEG YOU, REQUEST THINGS. That is all.

Type: Fluff

Description: After the argument Quackity regresses, Sapnap and Karl apologize to Quackity and shower him in love and affection. After all them call down and start to feel sleepy they all cuddle in bed until they fall asleep. (69 words so far lol, noice)

Play the song when it says to!

(Sapnap POV)

After Quackity slammed his door I am left down with a crying Karl. I walk towards him and rub circles on his back.

"It's all my fault," I heard him mumble under his breath.

"Hey, don't say that, sure we f*cked up, but he also didn't have to react like that. I understand he's upset, but still," I say, "Let's go try and talk to him okay?"

"Kay," he says as we start walking upstairs. When we get to Quackity's door I knock and say, "Hey quackity, can we come in we wanna talk to you." A soft whine was the only thing we got in response as I tried to open the door, locked.

"Hey honey, I need you to open the door okay? Don't worry you're not in trouble we just wanna talk to you okay?"

Then we heard the door unlock. When I opened the door I saw Quackity sitting on the ground tears running down his face, and his eyes red and puffy.

"Awwww hey little one don't cry," I say.

(Karl POV)

When Sapnap opened the door we saw Quackity sitting on the floor crying. "Awww hey little one don't cry," I heard Sap say.

I sat down on the ground next to Quackity and pulled him into my lap. When I did he started crying he started crying harder. "Hey, hey baby, shhhhh, it's okay, you're okay sweetheart." He started crying a little louder.

"Sap can you grab his pacifier, and make him a bottle please?" I ask.

"Sure, here's his pacifier," he said grabbing thr pacifier from off Quackity's desk, "I'll go get him some angel milk." Then he walked out of the room.

When he left I put the pacifier in Quackity's mouth and started rocking me and Quackity back and forth, attempting to soothe him. (Play the song now) "I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman calvary choirs are singing, Be my mirror, my sword, and shield, my missionaries on a foreign field, for some reason I can't explain, once you go there was never, never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world," I sang quietly, as Quackity slowly stopped crying, and instead put his head on my shoulder, and had it buried into my neck. I giggled, and started rubbing circles on his back. Then Sap came back through the door with a bottle of angel milk in his hand (If you don't know what angel milk is it's milk with sugar and vanilla extract in it, and it can be warm or cold depending on your preferences.) He walked over and sat down next to me and Quackity. He slowly took Karl out of my arms, and laid him in his instead, taking the pacifier away and replacing it with the bottle. To which Quackity happily babbled and started bouncing while drinking from it. "Someone's a bouncy baby," I said earning a giggle from Quackity. "Awwwww," I said while Sap just smiled. After Quackity finished the bottle he started rubbing his eyes. "Somebody sleepy?" I asked softly smiling a little bit. Quackity whined in response making adorable little grabby hands at me. I stood up and took him from Sap, who stood up, and turned on a little lamp. I walked over to the bed and laid down with Quackity who was half asleep, clinging onto me. Sap walked over and laid down next to us cuddling us both. Quackity babbled quietly before eventually falling asleep after 30 seconds. Soon after I was almost asleep when I heard Sap say, "Night Karl, night little one," placing a kiss on our foreheads. That was the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep  glad that we were all happy.

Hello lovely peoples, I hope you liked this. Let me know if you have any requests I would love to write them. I love you all, have a good day/night/evening, and don't forget to drink some water today. ~ Clove

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