Y/N’s POV
I deleted my account after Quackity noticed my donation and responded to it.
It was a nice moment… but it scared me.
People might start putting the pieces together and figure out who I really am.
Luckily, I’d only ever used a username—nothing that could trace back to me directly.
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“Guys, when will you two go back to your houses?” George asked suddenly, his mouth full of food while scrolling on his phone.
“Ugh, George—can you please finish chewing before talking?” Dave scolded him.
George chuckled and quickly swallowed. “Oh, sorry! Forgot.”
“I don’t really know when I’m heading back,” Dave said, leaning against the couch. “But I do miss my cat…”
“You mean my cat,” I said with a smile. “I’m actually thinking about her right now.”
Dave looked at me with a deadpan expression. “Girl, your cat is in good care. You literally begged the neighbor to cat-sit for the fourth time this month.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Still. I love my cat, okay?”
George just laughed as he watched us banter, but then his phone suddenly rang. The three of us glanced at him.
“Who’s that, George?” Dave asked, raising an eyebrow.
George smirked and stood up. “Hm~ just a friend. Stay here, guys. I’ll be back.” He slipped out the door.
Dave turned to me, suspicious. “Did you see that smirk? Something's up.”
I nodded slowly. “Do you think… he’s talking to Dream?”
Dave clutched his chest like he was about to faint. “No. Don’t tell me that. I might die.”
A moment later, the door opened, and George walked back in with the biggest grin plastered on his face. He noticed us staring and awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Why are you guys looking at me like that?”
Dave forced a weird laugh. “Uh… nothing. Hehe…”
I followed along with a nervous smile.
George brushed it off. “Anyway, you guys can stay here if you want.”
“Dave can stay here,” I said quickly, looking at him.
Dave nodded. “Cool with me.”
George turned to me. “But how about you, Y/N?”
I smiled. “I’ll head home for a bit, but I’ll come back tomorrow—”
“No!” George suddenly blurted, then paused. “I mean—you can stay. If you want.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “That was oddly urgent…”
“But sure,” I continued. “I’ll go home tonight, and I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t worry.”
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Later That Night
“Girl, George is really acting suspicious. Did you notice anything weird before?” I asked, as Dave drove us back to my place.
He thought for a moment. “He was fine earlier... maybe a bit too cheerful?”
“You think he likes me and just wants more time with me?” I asked jokingly.
Dave snorted. “No freaking way! But if he did, that would be so dramatic. LMAO!”
Night had fallen by the time we arrived. Dave made himself at home as usual, flopping onto my bed.
“Davi, don’t you have a house of your own?” I asked while pouring some food into my cat’s bowl.
“I do—but my dad’s there,” he muttered, annoyed.
I stopped what I was doing. “Oh... okay. You can stay tonight.”
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I couldn’t sleep. My heart felt heavy, my mind racing. Was this anxiety? Or something else?
I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, until I heard Dave whisper, “Girl, you still awake?”
I turned to him. “Yeah. Why?”
He held out his phone toward me, the glow lighting up his face.
“What is it?”
My eyes widened. I snatched the phone out of his hand.
It was Quackity.
He’d just posted a new IG story.
A short clip of him on a flight.
“Girl, don’t just snatch my phone like that!”
“Where’s he flying to?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Dave looked at the screen, brows furrowed. “I don’t know…”
We exchanged a look.
“…Oh,” was all I managed to say.
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The Next Morning
Me and Dave were eating a lazy breakfast together.
“I’m done eating,” Dave said, wiping his hands.
“Then let’s go,” I replied, tossing my plate in the sink.
We headed outside, and Dave fished his keys from his pocket.
“Hey girl, get in,” he called.
I turned to look at him—and paused.
“OMG, Dave. Hold that pose. You actually look hot right now.”
He rolled his eyes and pretended to gag. “My gosh, Y/N. Seriously?!”
I giggled and slid into the passenger seat.
“So, George’s house?” I asked, buckling in.
Dave gave me a look, like ‘Isn’t it obvious?’ and turned his eyes back to the road.
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We arrived at George’s place soon after. I stepped out of the car, followed by Dave. He rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door swung open.
George stood there with a huge smile.
“Y/N! Dave! Welcome back!”
He opened the door wider and stepped aside to let us in.
“Hey George, you look very happy today,” Dave said in his usual dramatic tone.
We followed George through the house, trailing behind him as he practically skipped.
“Well,” he said, “one of my friends is visiting!”
That made me stop in my tracks.
“Wait… which friend?” I asked slowly.
Dave gasped. His eyes locked on something behind me.
I turned to look where he was staring—
and the world stopped for a moment.
There he was.
Wearing a hoodie, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and that unmistakable grin.
“Yo! Hola!” he said casually.
My heart dropped straight to my stomach.
“It’s Quackity…”
“It’s Alex.”
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I Can't Move On || Quackity x Reader (Fanfic 2)
Fanfiction(Character x reader) 2 "You seriously the Ex of the famous gamer Quackity?" - Do you still love him? "yes i can't move on" You and him started as a childhood friend you and him lost a path together but also the destiny meet you and him again but a...
