Little: Quackity
Caregiver: Wilbur
Plot: Quackity was having a bad day, slime wasn't there with him anymore, and he felt so alone. Luckily, there was Wilmbur there to take care of the duckling when he was little, instead of slime.
Tw/Cw: grieving, sad little, mentions of murder
Gets super duper fluffy ahh I need more fluffy TNT Duo stuffs!!
——
Quackity sat on the floor of his bedroom, holding the stuffed duck Slime gave him. He felt like regressing, but he didn't want to go prepare everything, but he still felt like slipping anyways.
Tears started to fall as he clutched the duck closer to him. He missed slime, he missed the fun they had, and he definitely didn't like Purpled after what he did.
He slipped fully, trying to block out the memory of watching Slime burn, as Purpled watched from the platform above. If only purpled didn't shove slime off the platform.
He began sobbing, muffling it with his mouth. He wishes Slime was there to care and love for him like he did (PLATONIC).
There was a knock on the door. "Quackity?" A familiar British accent called out from behind. Quackity didn't feel like answering, so he stayed in his position, not wanting to move at all.
Wilbur had a key to his (Quackster's) door, so he opened it, his face softening after seeing the sight. "Oh duckling..." he walked towards Q, sitting next to him. The little latched onto the mentally older, crying softly into his (Wilba's) chest. "It's okay, baby, you're okay." Wilbur said in a soft tone. He rubbed circles on the baby's back, being mindful of the tiny, underdeveloped wings.
Wilbur took off Q's beanie and played with his hair while humming a tune (Jubilee Line).
Quackity's cries quieted down after a few, just leaving a few sniffles and hiccups. "Are you calm now?" Wilbur asked, and the mentally younger nodded slowly.
"Why're we sad today Duckling?" Wilbur asked. He got up and went to grab some stuff for the duck. "Miss Slime." The duckling answered, fiddling with the duck plush in his hands.
Wilbur sat back down with Q, with some little gear with him.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ducky, I'm sure everyone misses Slime. But I know he'd want you to be happy." Wilbur reassured, putting a duck pacifier in his (Quackity's) mouth.
He changed Q into an oversized hoodie and sweats, and clipping the paci to his sweater.
"C'mon, I need to make you some food, okay?" Wilbur started to walk, then saw that his duckling was struggling to get up.
"Aw, is baby too small?" Wilbur said in a non-teasing tone (the phrase sound very teasing, idk why). Quackity nodded, then held up 3 fingers.
Wilbur walked back over and picked up Q, his little wings flapping happily as he smiled behind the blue paci.
They made it to the kitchen, Wilbur sitting Quackity down on the counter. He got some apples from the cabinet and cut them into decent-sized slices. "Here you go! Eat this while I make you your milk."
Quackity took the pacifier out of his mouth, and started taking slow bites out of the slices, trying to get used to the taste since he hasn't eaten in a few days.
It tasted good to him, so he kept eating it until there was none left. Luckily, his milk was done by then, so he started drinking that while Wilbur took him to the couch.
Wilbur placed Q on his lap (PLATONIC) and played with his hair while putting on some random kids show (Benson and Toby).
Q shortly fell asleep, his cup being halfway full.
Wilbur slipped the paci back into the duck's mouth and took him to the room.
He laid him down, covering him with bunches and bunches of blankets and stuffed animals, lazily putting his beanie on Q's head.
"G'night Duckling."
—-
Agjbfndidbfbn Dream is gonna face reveal today!!
