How to Love (C!Quackity x reader)

Excecution

You and Quackity just watched an alien man walk away from a UFO house. You supposed it was his home.

After about 5 minutes, Quackity finally started moving towards the ladder that leads to the UFO. He motioned with his hand for you to follow. What really confused you was that you two were doing this in the middle of the day. Where everyone can see you.

You both climbed up the ladder as silently as you could.

     When you got into the UFO, you saw it was just one giant room. On one side was a control center with glowing buttons. On the other side you saw a small twin-sized bed with purple sheets. The room was very open, almost no decorations. It was almost... sad.

     "Alright. Take some of this." Quackity said, handing you a bag.

     When you opened the small knapsack you were met with a bright red.

     Dynamite.

     Dynamite?

     You felt your stomach drop. You felt your breath quicken. Your eyesight blurred. You felt frozen in time.

     Why the hell would you two be putting dynamite in this man's base?

     You looked up to see Quackity throwing dynamite out of his own bag around the base. You were stunned. You had to do something. But your throat felt dry.

     "W- what...?" You asked shakily. You thought he wouldn't hear you because of how quietly you spoke.

     "Come on, what are you doing? We don't have much time!"

     You dropped the bag of explosives onto the ground. "I'm not fucking doing this. What is wrong with you? You really want to explode this guy's base so he can join your pity party? You are sad." You screamed.

     "Y/n-"

     "I'm not fucking done!" You continued to yell at him. "What did this guy ever do to you? Out of all the things you could do, you decided to explode the man's home! What do you think Charlie would say about this?! Or your 'past lover'?! Huh? I can tell you what, they would be disappointed."

     "Don't you fucking dare bring them into this. They have nothing to do with my choices!" Quackity yelled with the volume you had.

     "No, but they can change their opinions on you with one. Your reputation is everything to you, isn't it?"

     You turned away to walk back down the ladder. You felt Quackity's hand grab your own.

     "Please, wait-"

     "Don't fucking touch me!" You jolted your hand away from his touch. You stared into his eyes.

     "I can't believe I started to trust you." You said shakily.

     You watched his eyes widen with a sad look.

     And with that you walked down the ladder. You didn't bother to look back.

     You started to walk down the wooden oak path, not caring about who saw you.

     After a bit of walking you heard a loud explosion behind you. You turned around and saw the alien man looking at a flaming ball of what was his home.

     Across from him you saw Quackity, the man you now hated.

     You turned around and walked faster. You couldn't be here when more people came to see what happened.

     Then you started to fast-walk, then a jog, then a run, then a sprint. You needed to get away. Far, far away from what just happened.

     You ran faster and faster. You just couldn't handle it anymore. Your goal was to just get home. No, not home. That god-forbidden place is not a home anymore. It never was.

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Eventually you got back to the apartment. You were leaving. You opened the door to be met with Pixie. She jumped up to greet you.

     "Not now, Pixie." You sighed, pushing her off of you.

     You heard her whine as a response. Almost like she could understand what you said.

     You were packing up anything you had or that you wanted. You took anything you could hold.

     "We're leaving, Pixie. And we're never coming back." You gritted your teeth.

     You packed some clothes, food, and weapons. You would go back to your old home and move again. You couldn't risk anyone finding you. And by anyone you meant Quackity, Wilbur, or the alien man.

     You knew that Pixie still had that damned chip in her. But you could tell where it was, you could probably take it out of her when you are safe. You just hoped Quackity wouldn't make her come back.

     You were just starting to leave with Pixie when you heard a pounding at your door. It was an intense knocking.

     You took out your knife as a precaution, then you slowly opened the door.

     And you were met with a face you never wanted to see again.

     Quackity. And his damned scarred face. And his stupid beanie.

     You looked him up and down. You saw him clutching his side. His white shirt was now bloodied red. He looked very beat up. He must've gotten into a fight after you left.

     Quackity whispered shakily. "I didn't know where else to go."

     When he was finished speaking, he fell forwards slightly. You caught him without thinking. You could tell he was still awake, just falling in and out of consciousness.

     You quickly took him back into the room behind you. You laid him down on the couch. Quackity sighed heavily. He basically melted into the couch.

     "God, what the fuck were you thinking?" You asked, even though he probably didn't hear you.

     "Y/n," Quackity breathed. "I'm sorry."

     You were genuinely surprised. You didn't expect him to apologize to you. You hated this guy, but you didn't want him to die. At least, not right now.

Quackity was just barely staying conscious. So you ran to get one of your spare health potions.

When you came back he was clutching his side and clearly in pain.

"Drink." You said strictly. You just didn't want to help him because he did this to himself.

Immediately he opened his mouth and let you slowly give him the red potion.

After a couple sips you could tell his sweat dried up. And it seemed like the bleeding stopped significantly. He also was no longer fading in and out of consciousness.

You took a hold of his face as you spoke. "I am going to patch you up. Then, you're going to explain to me, in detail, how badly you messed up."

You could feel his face heat up as you spoke.

He huffed out a groan as a response.

"Do you understand?" you gritted your teeth.

"...Yes." He sighed.

He clearly has never been put in his place. You thought as you let go of his face and started to get to work.