9:26pm, Quackity sighs after checking his watch, unlocking his front door, and returning home after a long day at work. He loved his job, he earned good money, but god could it be tiring, especially when he had to work overtime. He should've been home at 7 tonight, at the absolute latest. Q walks through the door, closing it behind him and making sure to lock it.
Quackity's apartment was small, but cozy. There were only four rooms, kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom. He walks into the bathroom, and starts running a bath. It was one of his favourite ways to relax after a stress filled day.
He was looking into the mirror, room filled with the sound of the water pouring into the tub. "God," he thought to himself, "I really need to get more sleep, I look terrible." He was about to turn and leave the room, to go and get a snack from the kitchen. But he saw something, out the corner of his eye. Only for a split second, but still enough to make him feel unsettled. It looked like.. a person? He was sure he locked the door...
Whatever, probably just his mind playing tricks on him.
He goes and gets his snack, puts on music and takes his bath, and despite the fact that baths usually relax him, make him feel better, he still couldn't shake the feeling that someone else was in the room with him. He was probably just paranoid, tired too, he knew that. But he still had to look around the room every two minutes, just to make sure.
Eventually he had enough of the bath, he got out, dragging his tired body into his bedroom.
Quackity dried off, changing into a pair of dark blue joggers and an oversized black t-shirt........ Or he would get changed into an oversized black t-shirt, if he could find it. He wasn't sure where he last left it, strange.. He slipped on a hoodie instead, turning all the lights off and collapsing into bed.
As soon as his head hit the pillow, he passed out.
3:41 am. Q checks the clock on his bedside table, after waking up startled. Nightmares again.
Quackity, over the past few years, has suffered with very bad nightmares, hes not sure why, or what's causing them. But they come atleast 4 out of 7 nights a week.
He rubs his eyes, climbing out of bed to go and get a glass of water.
Walking through the hallway nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the moonlit night leaving a dim glow through his home. "The night is always so calming," Quackity says out loud to himself "the soft light of the moon, the lack of people, the peaceful static coming from the living room...
Wait the what?"
Q creeps through the hall, slowly peaking around the corner of the doorway, his heart racing.
No one was there. But the TV was on.
Quackity hadn't even watched any TV today.
"What the fuck?"
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Sorry if this is bad, Like I said, Im not great at writing. I hope you enjoyed either way. Thankyou for reading
