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Chapter 37: Eat it Like Groceries

Y/N's smile faded as she stepped into Quackity's house, her heart sinking at the scene before her. Her arms, once carrying bags of groceries, now felt heavy as she watched Quackity locked in an intimate embrace with another girl against the wall. Her grip on the grocery bags tightened involuntarily as a mix of emotions surged through her.

Quackity slowly disengaged from the embrace, his gaze shifting to meet Y/N's eyes. A small, knowing smile played on his lips, though it held none of the warmth she had grown accustomed to. He raised a finger playfully, a gesture that struck her like a dagger. His laughter, once a sound that brought comfort, now felt like a cruel mockery.

"You're late," he quipped, the words cutting through the air with a sharp edge. The girl beside him seized the opportunity, her lips crashing onto his in an unapologetic display of possession, her eyes locked onto Y/N as if daring her to challenge the moment.

Y/N's throat tightened, the weight of the situation leaving her momentarily speechless. Her mind raced, struggling to process the sight before her. A mix of anger, betrayal, and hurt surged within her, threatening to spill over.

"Quackity," she finally managed, her voice carrying a tremor of emotion. Her grip on the grocery bags loosened, and she felt a surge of frustration at her own vulnerability.

Quackity's smile faltered, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of remorse seemed to cross his expression. But just as quickly, he masked it behind a nonchalant shrug. "Relax, Y/N. It's not what it looks like."

The girl's gaze never wavered, her lips still dangerously close to Quackity's. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I... I brought groceries," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper, the words feeling inadequate in the face of the situation.

Quackity finally disentangled himself from the girl's embrace, stepping toward Y/N with an air of casualness that only served to heighten her turmoil. "That's nice," he said, his tone dismissive as he glanced at the bags she held.

Y/N clenched her jaw, a mix of frustration and hurt bubbling to the surface. She had hoped to find comfort, to feel a sense of belonging when she came here. Instead, she was met with this painful scene that shattered her expectations.

Without another word, she turned on her heel, the grocery bags still in her hands. Her steps were purposeful as she made her way back to the door, each one echoing the growing distance between her and Quackity. She didn't look back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her vulnerability any longer.

As the door closed behind her, the weight of the moment crashed down upon her. Tears stung her eyes, and she bit her lip to keep them from falling. The image of Quackity's smile and the girl's lingering gaze were etched in her mind, a painful reminder of a bond that had seemingly unraveled in an instant.

Y/N walked away, her heart heavy with a mix of emotions, and the bitter taste of betrayal lingering on her lips.