Q: *Quackity sat in a dark, small closet, tears streaming down his face as he banged on the door, screaming to be let out as his wing ||bled||. This was for the stunt he pulled in the playroom.* "Please!!-" He yelled, "I- I won't do it again I swear!- I'll st-stop misbehaving!" *To his surprise, someone opened the door. The worker glared at him and pulled him out by his hair to which he yelped, falling forward helplessly.* "You better quit it. Pull that one more time and you'll be in that damn closet for a whole day." *The worker spat, putting Q onto a table and strapping him down. Quackity stayed limp as he got a ||syringe|| prepared. It was scared as hell obviously but stayed still. He was literally quaking, soft sobs escaping his lips as he almost choked on his tears really.*
*The worker grabbed one of his arms and ||injected|| god knows what into it. He only whimpered really, trying to keep still but shifting around to take a deep breath.* "please-..please stop.." *Quackity muttered. Obviously the worker didn't stop, doing the same thing a few times in both arms.*
*Within a few minutes, whatever he was given did start working and his wings shifted colours. It was just uncomfortable and didn't hurt much but when Quackity got a glimpse, his feathers were black.* "what-..what the fuck did you do?!" *He yelled now, pulling at the restraints on his wrists. The worker rolled his eyes.* "I made you better, just be quiet you wimp." *It (Q) fell silent after this, trying to relax.*
*Soon enough, he was released back into his room after some more testing. His body was again hurting because he definitely didn't comply as well, so he simply, cried himself to sleep<3*
