How to Love (C!Quackity x reader)

Reunited

TW: panic attack, I will let you know when tw starts, otherwise, enjoy.

Quackity POV

     I got out of the pool of lava slowly and steadily, as my vision was impaired from the blur of tears. I never knew I could cry so much, especially after what happened with Sapnap and Karl.

I hated the fact that I cared for Y/n. Because I know they don't care about me, why can't I have the same feelings?

I don't know what's gotten into me. I feel a pit in my chest all the time. And it's even bigger when they're around or when I think of them. I hate to think of this, but it's the same feeling I had for Sapnap and Karl.

Is this feeling...?

No.

I won't think of that. Because that's not what Y/n feels. I don't feel love towards them. We are friends, no, co-workers. Co-workers that get angry and see the worst part of each other. Co-workers that call each other nicknames. And co-workers that blush too much around each other.

No! That's not true. Stupid brain.

I reached the top of the platform. I looked around for that damn purple alien. But I found nothing. There was a door on the far wall which seemed to be the only exit. I also didn't have enough building materials to get up to the top floor that dropped me.

I opened the door slowly, to make sure no one was there or any traps. When I opened the door I was met with a stone staircase in the dark. I took out a torch and lit it on the stone wall. I looked for any sign of traps and found nothing, so I walked up the stairs slowly.

I wiped the tears from my eyes harshly. I couldn't let anyone see me crying.

     When I brought my hands up to my face I could now see that my hands were burnt badly. They were whiter than the rest of my skin and looked almost leathery. But I couldn't feel any pain. My nerves must've been badly damaged.

     I didn't bother to try and fix my hands in any way. I didn't have anything on me to help and even if I did I wouldn't know how.

     Maybe Y/n could help me. If they were still...

     No! Of course they were still alive! They wouldn't die like that! They're too spiteful to die. I'm going to go back to their house and they will be just fine! Like none of this ever happened. I can just forget all of this. It will all be okay in the end.

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It took longer than I thought to get back to Las Nevadas. At least it felt like that. It felt like a couple hours. Even though it wasn't. I kept thinking about how Y/n and I's conversation would go. Replaying it over and over in my head until it went exactly how I wanted it to. That was probably unhealthy, but I couldn't care less.

I reached Las Nevadas and my fear was quickly building in my stomach. I had been denying their death ever since it happened, and now that I have the chance to see them again, I'm scared I can't.

     I don't know what I would do with myself if I couldn't see them again. They had changed my view on things and made me reflect on myself. They have made me a better version of me. In more than one aspect.