Karlnapity #2

Chapter 1

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          Five years. Five years, have the three basked in each other's love and company. To say the least, they all loved each other, the love they had for each other when they had all started dating hadn't lessened one bit. In fact it grew, their hearts swelled for one another.
     For Sapnap though, it was different. He adored his lovers, as they did him. But sometimes, it felt too much. It felt unbearable. And for that fifth year of them all dating, he'd been pondering that relationship. He loved the two and didn't want to leave them, no he loved them too much. But he still wanted change. A new difference, a new chapter.
    And for the last remaining months of that fifth year, he'd been having long sessions with Dream, his best friend. He'd push his lovers out of the room, go out to his car, to the recording room. Long walks. To make sure his partners didn't know what he was doing. What he was planning. And all of that secretiveness, all of that disconnection, it led him to where he is now.

    'Well I just don't get why you've been like this recently, Sapnap!'      Quackity spat his name as if it were venom. He was standing across from Sapnap, the bed between them. Karl was standing at the end of the bed.
     For the whole week, they'd all been avoiding each other ever since Quackity had gotten a little to much to drink at a bar.
    Today though, the tension overwhelmed the three too much. 'Don't try to change the subject  Quackity, I have reasons!'
   'And so do I Sapnap!'
'Will you two quit! Neither of you have reasons. You only have excuses. For the past three months Sapnap, you've been avoiding the two of us and whenever we call you out in it? "It's business stuff", "it's about the meetup!" And you, Quackity. You're excuse? "Oh I was drunk" "Give me a break it wasn't my fault". It was your fault. No one else's! You were the one to hit Sapnap, and then call Schlatt in front of the both of us. I'm done! You two excuse makers can enjoy each other's company, I'm leaving.'
   With that, Karl whipped around, stalking off with his middle finger taunting the two that stared at his leaving figure.
   The brunette didn't get too far before Sapnap came storming after him.
   'Where are you leaving to then huh?' He shouted as he followed his partner.
   Karl didn't answer, he only got his shoes and started to dial a number before his partner loomed over him, watching Karl.
   Before Karl could actually call an uber Sapnap yanked the phone from Karl's hand.
  Sapnap repeated his question, the only difference being that it was said louder, and much more loud. Furious that Karl didn't answer, he grabbed his arm and turned him so Karl was forced to look at Sapnap. 'Answer my damn question.'
Karl cleared his throat, 'Foolish's.'
   Sapnap nodded his head, letting go of his harsh hold of Karl. 'Okay. Go to him then, I'm sure he'll treat you better than Quackity and I.' Now it was Sapnap who was stalking off, slamming the door to his record room.
   Karl sighed a tired sigh, knowing that that night he wouldn't be sleeping with both of his partners. He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't sleep with either of them.
    He took his shoes off, instead going to see what his other lover was doing, and maybe apologize. Not soon after he entered the room he got a notification that Sapnap went live.

  
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   He strutted off to the record room, angrily slamming it shut. His hands released the tight pose of angry fists, instead coming to meet his face.
    He pressed his back on the door, sliding down and breaking out into a sob. Punches blocked by anger and frustration hit at his knees in a fit of hatred. Not for Karl or for Quackity or Foolish, and not for himself, but for his stressed attitude.
   He was sick of it, under all this pressure. To make it all worse, he was the one who put himself in it.
  He threw his head back and let out a small yell of frustration, the soundproofing muffling it just a bit.
   His knuckles and knees were red and sore, soon to be different colors from bruises. He got up, striding over to his chair as he set up everything.
     He hit the 'go live' button, as he waited he zoned out and watched the view number for higher. Once at a fair number he went to Valorant, and streamed.

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