⚠major trigger warning: self harm/suicidal thoughts/actions. Kind of detail.⚠
Also, no smut for this chapter because it just wasn't fitting as you can tell from the warning.
-A.King
Quackity woke up with major back and hip pain. He wiped his eyes and looked around. Everything looks the same. He hates it. He stood up, wincing as he did, and hobbled into the living room.
He looked at the couch. He hates that couch now. Wilbur liked it. He pulled all the cushions off and threw them around the room. He looked at a vase that he bought himself that had lilacs in it. He hates those flowers. Wilbur bought them for him. He kicked the vase to watch it shatter on the ground, then he stepped on the flowers. He's not going to clean this mess until his depression goes away..... If it goes away.
He walked into the kitchen. There's a picture on the counter. It's of Quackity smiling at a picnic. He hates that picture, Wilbur took it during their first date and framed it for their second. He grabbed it and threw it out the window. He wanted to punch something... Someone.... He didn't care. He punched a cabinet. Now there's a Quackity's-fist-sized hole in the cabinet. He really wants to fucking burn down his pent house.
Fundy knocked and Quackity ignore it. So the fox just opened the door.
"Quack-"
"Shut the fuck up and return your father's shit to that shitty burger van. Then blow up the van if you want. I don't give a fuck," Quackity snapped.
"Damn-" Fundy stood there in shock. "That's uhhh- wow. Okay- do I have to pack it all?"
"No," Quackity huffed. "It's upstairs. Get rid of it. Burn it. Throw it in the ocean. Throw it at Wilbur. Honestly I don't give a fuck what happens to it."
"Okay-" Fundy went upstairs and started grabbing boxes.
Quackity sat at the dining room table, his stomach grumbling loudly. He didn't care. He didn't want to eat. Fundy tried to ignore it, but he couldn't. He walked into the kitchen and got Quackity toast.
"Eat this," Fundy demanded.
"No," Quackity pushed it away.
"One bite," Fundy tried and pushed it back towards Quackity.
"No," Quackity threw the plate at Fundy. The fox just barely dodged it before it smashed against the wall.
He sighed and grabbed the last box, then left.
Quackity rushed upstairs and locked himself in the closet before sobbing loudly to himself.
Fundy asked Foolish and Slime to help carry boxes to Paradise. He didn't say why or what was in the boxes, though, he thought Quackity would prefer to do that.
Foolish and Slime dropped the boxes and Fundy told them to leave, so they did.
Fundy took a deep breath and walked to the front of the van where Ranboo stood, waiting for a customer.
"Hello, Fundy! What can I do for you?" the enderman asked.
"Where's Wilbur?" Fundy asked flatly.
Ranboo stared at him. "Uhm, he's with Tommy. Something about needing to be away from Las Nevadas for a while," they said softly.
"Thanks," Fundy headed to Tommy's.
There, he saw Wilbur and Tommy talking while sitting in front of a statue that was a 'dick.' They were both laughing.
"Wilbur," Fundy called once he was close enough.
"Yes, son?" Wilbur smirked, knowing Fundy hates being associated with him.
"What the fuck did you do to Quackity?" he sounded pissed.
"Quackity?" Tommy looked at Wilbur.
"I forgot about him," Wilbur shrugged. "Kind of. Technically. Doesn't matter. We broke up."
"What?" Tommy looked shocked.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! He's not eating because of you! Have you seen his pent house?! It's destroyed!! You destroyed him!!"
"I thought you didn't like him anyway?" Wilbur asked.
"Doesn't mean he deserves this treatment," Fundy growled. "What were you doing that made you forget about him?"
"I was here," Wilbur shrugged. "With my brother. Bros before hoes."
"Will," Tommy whispered, "you said you had nothing better to do yesterday... That you needed some entertainment so you came over..."
"Welllllllll," he looked around. "I told Quackity I'd be right back... But, I did forget I had to go get him- except a few times. Like, when you fell asleep and I stayed here reading... I remembered I left him in the woods, but I assumed he was off somewhere entertaining himself and we'd just go on our date later."
Fundy was so pissed off he fucking left.
"Wilbur, even I know that's not right," Tommy said. "You should've never left him. Everyone knows he's got abandonment issues."
"Well-" Wilbur started, but Tommy cut him off.
"Go talk to him," Tommy got up. "Or don't come back." He left.
Wilbur groaned and got up, heading to Las Nevadas. He found Fundy sitting outside Quackity's penthouse.
"What are you doing?" he asked the fox.
"Quackity- well just-" he sighed and stood up. "I panicked. He didn't know I was in there again. Please go stop him. I don't like him... But what he's doing right now- he needs help. Serious help."
Wilbur rushed inside and looked at the mess, then looked around. He heard crying, so he followed the sound to the bathroom. Once there, he saw Quackity on the floor with a razor blade. He cut himself several times. He was in the process of making another as he told himself he was stupid and he never should've said yes. Wilbur stood in shock and Quackity still didn't know he was there. Q cut himself again, this time saying he should've ended everything after Karl and Sapnap. How he didn't deserve life and that he was too easily forgettable.
Wilbur snapped out of it and rushed over to him. He took the blade and threw it away. "It's okay, Quackity. It's okay." he held him and grabbed some toilet paper because that's all he could reach. He gently put it over Quackity's wounds as he rocked the duck.
Quackity cried into his shoulder, apologizing several times because he's convinced it's his fault. That he's the one who causes all the problems and that he should be apologizing for everything he's done even though he has no clue what it is he did.
Wilbur let him talk, he let him cry. He occasionally wiped his tears and checked his cuts, but otherwise just held him and rocked him. Now was not the time for him to apologize, he knew that. Quackity wouldn't be paying attention and he didn't want Q to blame himself more.
After a while he carried his duck to the bed. "It's gonna be okay, baby. I promise. I'm not mad or upset with you. I never should've left you there or here. You shouldn't have been alone. I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. And don't you dare argue. I know it's my fault."
Quackity just cried. His arms hurt, his heart hurt, everything fucking hurt. He wanted it to stop. He wanted so badly for it to stop.
Wilbur just held him and hummed quietly. He knew it wasn't enough but he wanted to try. He kissed his hair over and over again. He dried his cheeks even though Quackity still cried. He told him it was okay to a point where he started to doubt if it'd ever actually be okay again.
He began crying softly, but Quackity didn't notice. Quackity could barely breathe let alone be observant. Eventually, though, he did fall asleep.
Wilbur swore that when his duck woke up, he wouldn't leave no matter what. Quackity could scream at him, hit him, kick him, stab him... He didn't care. He wasn't going to leave again he wanted... No... He needed to make sure Quackity will be okay. He hated himself for leaving Quackity in the woods to think he was easily forgotten. So he looked down at Quackity and said. "I won't leave again. I promise. I won't leave because I love you."
