chad - a Quackity fanfiction (Quackity x Y/N) Updates Friday, Saturday, & Sunday

Chapter 44: 250

Y/N's Perspective

I stared at my Discord messages, frustration and confusion gnawing at me. I had sent Quackity message after message, pouring my thoughts and feelings into each one, desperately hoping for a response. But there was nothing. Not a single word from him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving me with an agonizing silence.

The messages had piled up to an alarming number—250. Each one was a plea, a question, a heartfelt confession, and an expression of my growing anxiety. I knew I might have been overwhelming him, but I couldn't help it. Quackity had always been an integral part of my life, and his sudden disappearance had left a gaping void.

I glanced at the clock, realizing that hours had turned into days since I had last heard from him. My thoughts were a chaotic mess—was he okay? Had something happened? Or had he simply decided to cut ties without a word?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my phone buzzed with a notification. My heart raced as I unlocked my device, hoping to see Quackity's name on the screen. But to my disappointment, it was just a message from a friend asking how I was doing. It was as if the universe was taunting me, dangling the possibility of communication before snatching it away.

Days turned into a week, and the silence from Quackity was deafening. I had been alternating between anger, sadness, and worry. The days dragged on as I continued to send messages, each one feeling like a desperate attempt to break through the wall of silence he had erected.

Quackity's Perspective

The unread message count on Discord continued to rise, and I couldn't bring myself to open them. I knew I had hurt Y/N with my sudden disappearance, and guilt gnawed at me like a persistent ache. But I didn't know how to face them. The weight of my own actions hung heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't find the words to explain myself.

I sat in my room, staring at the screen, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. It wasn't that I didn't care about Y/N—I cared deeply. Maybe even too much. But my own fear, my own insecurities, had driven me to ghost them. I knew it was a cowardly move, but it was the only way I knew how to protect myself.

As the days went by, I watched as the number of messages grew, and I felt a mixture of guilt and frustration. Every notification felt like a painful reminder of the distance I had put between us. I knew I couldn't ignore it forever, but the fear of confronting the situation paralyzed me.

Y/N's Perspective

With each passing day, my hope began to dwindle. I realized that Quackity might never respond, that our connection might have been severed irreparably. The messages I had sent had turned into an unspoken plea for some form of acknowledgment, a sign that I still mattered to him.

I sat on my bed, staring at the screen, my heart heavy with a mix of sadness and resignation. It was a harsh lesson in acceptance, a reminder that sometimes people we care about can hurt us in ways we never imagined. The unanswered messages were a testament to our shared history and the abrupt silence that had replaced it.

Quackity's Perspective

The weight of my actions became unbearable. I knew I had to face the situation, to confront the mess I had created. It was time to put an end to the silence that had grown between us. Gathering my courage, I opened my Discord and scrolled through the countless messages.

My heart sank as I read each one, feeling the pain and confusion I had caused. With a deep breath, I began to type a response, apologizing for my disappearance and explaining the reasons behind it. The words spilled out, each one heavy with the weight of my emotions.

Y/N's Perspective

A notification popped up on my screen, and my heart raced as I unlocked my phone. The message was from Quackity—a message I had waited so long to receive. My eyes scanned the words, absorbing the apology and the explanation he offered.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I read his words. It wasn't just the relief of finally hearing from him, but the vulnerability he showed in admitting his fears and insecurities. It was a small step towards healing, towards rebuilding the connection that had been strained.

With shaky fingers, I typed out my response, acknowledging his message and sharing my own feelings. It was a raw and honest exchange, one that laid bare our emotions and vulnerabilities. As the conversation flowed, the silence that had gripped us began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of understanding and connection.