midnight pleasure | a quackity fanfiction ✓

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 "What's the point in this?" 

"The point is for you to learn how to use your camera without making me lose sleep over it. And besides, we don't usually film here, so it should be fine!" Anastasia rolled her eyes but smiled. 

"I don't think this is going to work out though," she said after a moment of silence. Karl turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised.

 "And why would that be?" he asked. Anastasia looked away from him and shrugged. "Well come on then. It can't be any worse than what's been happening lately ... you know . . . with you and mom and dad . . ." 

Anastasia sighed again but didn't argue. She was still looking around the empty room they'd ended up in: Karl's newest studio. Just at that moment, Alex came in holding a bag of chips he'd stolen from the kitchen, his beanie halfway off because he hadn't gotten the chance to fix it as of yet. 

Anastasia could tell by the way he was grinning at Karl that he was happy about something and she found herself smiling back. Alex took a seat next to Anastasia on the floor and passed her a chip before taking a bite himself. 

They watched their videos together, talking quietly between themselves. Anastasia wasn't sure whether it made her feel weird to have someone else watching these videos with her, or if it just felt natural. Maybe she was used to Alex watching her old videos like he'd asked to before filming, maybe it didn't make her uncomfortable. Whatever the reason, she couldn't deny the warmth spreading through her heart when he gave her a side smile while he waited for some part of the video to start, or whenever she caught him sneaking glances at her, even when he had to concentrate on the screen. 

It was nice to be able to do this sort of thing with someone who genuinely cared, she thought, even if she really didn't understand why. 

"All right, let's start filming!" Alex suggested, clapping, and so they did. They started with Anastasia sitting in a chair next to a desk with the camera facing away from her and recording, so that her view on the screen was partially obscured. "Hi guys. You can probably guess who's coming tonight. Well, let me say it again for you! My name is Quackity."

Anastasia giggled. Karl rolled his eyes. "She doesn't seem very funny," Karl muttered, and Anastasia shot him a dirty look. 

Alex ignored them both. He continued. "We've finally managed to convince Anastasia to join in another video, so here we are!"

Meanwhile they filmed, Anastasia couldn't help but keep her eyes on Alex.