cracks in the wall▪︎quackity and tubbo▪︎

chapter 6: a mother figure

TW: self-harm, abuse, drinking, mild mentions of eating disorder

Quackity woke again a few hours later, the sun was peaking through the window, shining into his eyes. He groggily got up, limping to the bathroom to shower off the grime of unwanted sex. He felt even dirtier under the showerhead, cum was all over his legs and body. He wept out as he brushed over his ass, stale blood hanging to the cheeks. Cuts stung under the hot water. He finished up his shower, stumbling out of the tub, and walking over to the mirror to look at his body. Bruises and cuts covered his entire body, the most being on his thighs. He stepped away from the mirror, grabbing the razer, his cries filled the bathroom as thoughts rained down onto his fragile mind. Thoughts of bad things whispered into his ears, things like 'schlatt could never love you, you disgusting fat pig' and you should just die, you're making everything worse. He sobbed falling onto his knees, the razer being pushed into his skin, more cuts causing a blissful and painful feeling to fall over the boy. He sobbed as the cuts grew against his arm. He soon passed out on the bathroom tiles from all the blood that came out.

He woke again, feeling a rumble in the pits of his stomach. He realized he hasn't eaten since he got here, and it's been a week. He, before heading downstairs, cleaned up the room, he didn't want to anger schlatt more than he already was. He stumbled his way down the stairs, grabbing the counter for support when he made it into the kitchen. Grabbing a granola bar, he ate it slowly. He had to push through, for the goat boy downstairs. Speaking of, he should check on him. Looking at the clock, he saw he had 8 hours before schlatt got back, so he walked over to the door to the basement, swinging it open, and slowly walked down the stair, albeit painfully. He had to clean up his cuts soon, or they'd get infected, and that would be a problem in itself. He got down the stairs and walked into the room where the boy was playing with his plush bee quackity had given him. A smile stretched across quackity's bruised face. He walked up to the boy, who looked over, fear-filled face immediately melting into a fond look, golden-brown eyes sparkling in the dark-lit room. He ran up to the winged man, immediately latching onto the man's legs. Schlatt would kill him if he found out he was down here, but he hasn't yet, so quackity didn't need to focus on schlatt, he should focus more on the boy.

"Mr. Wingy, hi!" a giggle left the boy's mouth as he made grabby hands for the man to pick him up. Quackity chuckled softly, grabbing the boy from under the arms and holding him on his hip.

"Mr. wingy? That's cute Mijo! How about we go eat, eh?" the boy nodded vigorously, quackity smiling. "Oh hey, kiddo how's about you tell me your name" quackity added, walking up the stairs with the boy in his arms. The boy nodded

"T-t-tub-bo" he struggled to say, spelling the name wrong ultimately, but quackity didn't know that. Quackity nodded, placing the boy down on a chair. He quickly ran into the bathroom to clean his cuts up and bandage them, before running back to the boy. The boy looked at the bandages and pointed at them. "You hurt, dada hurt you!" he grumbled as he got off the chair, tears in the small goat's eyes. He hugged quackity's pant leg, looking up at him with a determined look. "No hurt, I protecc" he grumbled as he tried to reach up to the man's face, ultimately failing due to the height difference. Quackity laughed, bending down to the boy's level and patting his head, the boy grabbing his wrist with puffed-out cheeks.

"You're adorable, mijo, please never change!" he chuckled, standing back up to grab the kid some apple sauce. He placed it in front of the boy and walked over to the other side to sit down. The boy scarfed down the apple sauce, immediately holding his bowl up

"More, pease!" he exclaimed a toothless grin on the toddler's face, as well as apple sauce all over his little cheeks. Quackity smiled grabbing the s all one's bowl and proceeding to get him more apple sauce and some animal crackers. The boy devoured the snacks, causing quackity to chuckle. At least he knew the boy had an appetite. The boy, after eating a few more things, started to feel sleepy, so quackity took him back downstairs, placing him on the bed. He leaned down after tucking the boy into the blankets, and kissing his forehead like he'd done the other day. The boy had impaled a deeper affection into the winged man's heart. He rubbed the boy's back before going back upstairs. He looked at the time, eyes widening. Schlatt was gonna be home in a few minutes! He quickly ran into the kitchen, putting all the baby food away, proceeding to grab a pot and throw it onto the stove. He quickly began cooking for the man. Once again, the door opened at the front, a man stumbling drunkenly into the house. He breathed in a breath of fear, freezing as the muscles in his arm clenched around the spoon he held. It was all quiet in the house. No sound for a couple of minutes.

That was before chaos was unleashed, a swift wind blew past as he heard his name be called.

"QUACKITY, WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT GOING INTO THE FUCKING BASEMENT!" oh shit. He forgot to close the door...

H E . W A S . D E A D  .

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