I Can't Move On || Quackity x Reader (Fanfic 2)

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Y/n= Yourname
h/c=Hair color
Arghhhh i know u know this so i'll not gonna explain

New update of the story!!
hello everyone I would like to say that I improved a bit of my story that's all thank you!

Anyways let's start!

You. Yes, you.
You're the simplest yet most complicated person out there. You love hanging out with your friends, laughing at random things, just living life. Love life? Eh. You technically had a boyfriend once, but it lasted only three days-and honestly, you don't even count it as a real relationship.

One afternoon, while you were halfway done with your boring schoolwork, you grabbed your phone and opened Instagram.

And there he was.
Quackity.

His post showed up on your feed, and you couldn't help but grin and like it. Quackity... he wasn't just some streamer to you. He was your friend. Or maybe someone you used to know. Back when you were kids. You both used to laugh at everything and nothing. You still remember how he wore that signature headband-even as a kid, he had a vibe.

Now, here you are, sitting alone in the school cafeteria, just trying to make your day feel a little more okay.

Suddenly, someone placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey girl, wanna hang out?" Ziah's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

You looked up. "Where?"

She rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip. Her hair was dyed, makeup done like she was ready for a party.

"Duh, girl, you already know!" she said, raising her voice just enough to startle you.

"H-Hey! Don't shout like that!" you said, clutching your chest in mock surprise.

She rolled her eyes again-second time-and sat across from you.

"Anyway, it's at Michael's house. And didn't you say you wanted a boyfriend? Remember Evan? You met him last week at Michael's? He likes you. You know, the way he held your waist."

That made you shiver. You furrowed your brows and shook your head.

"He didn't like me. The way he touched me... it felt like he was sexually harassing me."

Ziah blinked, then gave you a look and rolled her eyes-dramatically this time.

"Girl, don't be so dramatic. Don't act all innocent either."

You scoffed, blinking twice in disbelief. "What did you just say? You're my friend, Ziah. You know me."

She suddenly stood up, slamming her hand on the table, making you jump in your seat.

"You know what? I never liked you in the first place. You're too innocent-bye, b*tch. We're not friends anymore."

She stormed off, making sure to sway her hips with a little too much confidence, probably hoping someone would notice.

You just sat there, stunned.

"...Well, I don't like having a friend with ten boyfriends and b*tch energy anyway," you muttered under your breath. You took a sip of your tea-only to realize the cup was already empty.

"Yeah, okay. Probably time to go."

You stood up and walked out of the cafeteria, brushing it off like it didn't sting.

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After school.

You got home, and your cat, C/n, greeted you with a soft meow.

You smiled and scooped them up into your arms. After some snuggles, you placed them on your bed and changed into something more comfortable.

You sat down at your desk and turned on your computer. Quackity was live.

That familiar excitement sparked in your chest. You watched him fumble around in Minecraft, confused over some redstone contraption.

"How do I put this-wait, what is this?!" he said in his usual dramatic voice. You laughed, feeling lighter already.

You'd been a fan for years... but more than that, he used to be your neighbor. Your friend. Did he still remember you?

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard.

Then, impulsively, you typed in a donation:

Y/u [Your username]: the habibi has donated $10.47
"Hey Quackity, did you have a neighbor you used to be friends with when you were young?"

You watched him glance at your donation on screen.

Then... he looked directly at the camera.

He was quiet. For almost a full minute.

Then-

"Okay! Gamers, that's it for tonight. Thanks for staying with me. Goodnight!"

The stream ended.

You stared at the screen in shock.

"...What? I just got here. I even sent a donation..." you muttered, feeling a mix of disappointment and confusion.

Did he see it? Did he recognize you? Or maybe he just didn't like the question?

You bit your bottom lip. Maybe he values his privacy. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe... he remembers.

You shook your head and turned off the computer, crawling into bed.

"Did he see my donation?" you whispered into the dark.

Silence.

Then sleep.

I hope so.

How is my fanfic guys? I can't think same a lot more argh!