"Hey babe! I'm hom- What the fuck?"
"I-I-"
"What the fuck."
"L-listen I can explai-"
"There's no need to explain. I'll just grab my shit and leave so you and your new 'bOyFriEnD' can go back to swallowing each other's tongues."
"P-please wait! Just give me a chance to-"
"No. I'm going to go pack my stuff. I'll be out of here in 10 minutes."
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Quackity huffed at the recalling of the bitter memory, deleting the last of the photos he had with his now ex boyfriend Karl. After being cheated on with this "Snapnap" or "Sapnap" guy or whatever the fuck, he decided to pack his bags and move to the UK to restart his life.
Was it a smart decision?
No.
Would he suffer financially from it?
Yes.
Would he regret it?
Probably.
Does he care?
No.
Anything to get away from that piece of shit he once called the love of his life. He had always treated his ex right and just ended up getting stabbed in the back.
He sighs and puts down his phone, readjusts his beanie, and refocuses his eyes on the road. He was on his way to his new house.
It was a cheap country house. Probably around a good couple miles away from the nearest civilization, which was downtown. Still only barely in his budget. Barely. He definitely needs to find a job if he wants to keep it. The house is smallish. I mean, it was two stories with an attic but it was still on the smaller side. It was old and busted in some places due to a freak accident that had happened in 2007. The realtor had said there was a hole in the roof from the accident and that Quackity should probably buy some kind of tarp if he doesn't want rainwater in his attic.
He rolls his eyes and checks his phone. He's almost there but damn is it far away from the town.
"Damn it's 20 minutes away from downtown? I'm gonna be paying so much more for gas than I should", he thinks to himself, turning up the music, hoping it'll distract him from his financial problems.
Once again, Quackity readjusts his mindset back to the road and starts to notice it's just dirt road from here. A looooong dirt road. And a few trees here and there. You must hate people if you live here.
"So much for starting a new life and meeting new people" he scoffs to himself.
Rain started to patter lightly onto the roof of his car.
A few more minutes and he has finally arrived. His new home.
"Wow...this place looks like shit.” Quackity mumbles, unenthusiastically as he grabs his bags from the trunk.
He groans and walks into the house, soaking wet from the rain. The first thing he notices when he walks inside is that the house was pre furnished. The realtor forgot to mention that. The furniture looked old and battered but it was in a decent enough condition.
"At least I don't have to worry about buying furniture"
The second you walk in there's a living room and to the far right there's a small kitchen and a dining table. To his left there was a staircase which Quackity assumed was to the bedrooms and bathroom.
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•Unfinished Symphony• (Quackbur)
FanfictionQuackity, whose life seems to have just fallen apart after he finds his boyfriend was cheating on him, decides to move to the UK to restart his life. He ends up finding himself moving into a small, crappy house where he meets Wilbur, a ghost who die...
