Quackbur Oneshotssss

Healing

JUST SO WE'RE ALL ON THE SAME PAGE: This occurs AFTER Slimecicle's betrayal, meaning Quackity is on his final life. Also, Wilbur's a little bitch and is in Utah, okay pog-

also, some of the text messages you read are misspelled and badly written on purpose to mimic how the cc's chat in the Minecraft chat, aka fast and messily without too much thought.

also, another long one for ya'll, k enjoy, byeeeee-

CW// extreme depression, mentions of character death, and panic attacks, possibly derealization (if that dream sequence even counts as that, if not let me know)

'Because this was a spinal injury, you won't be able to walk for a couple of months.'
'You'll have to be in a wheelchair for that time.'

'Don't be working for any more than 5 hours. Take time to rest and attend physical therapy every day.'

'The physical therapy will strengthen your muscles and greatly improve your recovery.'

Recovering from physical injuries doesn't happen that easily, at least, not for Quackity. They determined that he'd only need about 4 months to heal, then he'd be able to start walking again, but it had been 5 months and he was still unable to walk.
Perhaps it was because his injury was worse than the doctors thought... it certainly wasn't because Quackity didn't listen to a thing they told him.

Skipping physical therapy, working all day, every day, trying to find something, anything, to distract him from his thoughts. He didn't want to think about what happened with his best friend- his only friend. The only person he could always trust.
Now, it was just Quackity and his citizens. At least he could trust them.
But, even so, that didn't stop his mind from being clouded with guilt. Almost every night, he was waking up from night terrors, and after a particularly bad one, he decided to stop sleeping. He works to try and avoid sleeping, only letting himself sleep for 3 hours at the maximum. He had completely stopped sleeping altogether only a few days prior. He was utterly exhausted and continuously felt himself nodding off, ready to fall asleep, but he kept getting reawakened by the buzzing...
That was the buzzing of notifications coming from the telecommunicator. (Basically the in-universe replacement of the Minecraft chat) But, he didn't have time to look at whatever nonsense was being talked about.

'Chances are that it's just Badboyhalo trying to convert people into his little egg cult.' Quackity thought as he continued to sign papers.

Unfortunately, the buzzing of notifications being received was starting to get on Quackity's nerves. He groaned, reaching into the drawer of his desk, and removed the batteries from the device. He placed the batteries and telecommunicator back into the desk drawer and continued working on the papers in front of him.

"He isn't responding." Tubbo typed back to Tommy. "It says that his device is turned off now."

Tommy read the texts and groaned, rolling his eyes. He glanced back up, seeing that the ship stopped at the dock, and only a single person stepped onto the dock. Tommy glared at the familiar figure, "Forget it. I'll just handle him myself. Quackity probably isn't in the mood to know he's here anyways." He quickly responded to Tubbo, glancing up occasionally to see the figure waving goodbye to the ship and shouting something back and forth with the people onboard. He just rolled his eyes.
"You sure? I can come by too. Not like I got anything better to do since it's my day off." Tommy read, he smiled slightly, shaking his head.
"Don't worry about it, Tubs. Just try and get Quackity to get some rest or something, you don't like Will anyway." Tommy pressed send just as he heard the familiar British accent of his brother.
"Tommy! Well, well, well, I'm glad someone came to greet me for my grand return." Wilbur smirked cockily.