Our Silent Song | a c!tntduo band au fic

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(tw: vague mentions of abusive relationships)

Quackity stood on the platform of the train station. He still had his ticket, now probably crumpled up in his pocket. He retrieved it and tried to straighten the crease lines with his thumb. It looked a little better.

As he stood there he tried not to think. But the more you thought about not thinking, the more thinking it led to.

He tried to keep his mind occupied just watching the trains pass. But they didn't come frequent enough to keep his mind busy. It was late, the station was calm.

A girl stood on the platform opposite. She didn't look much older than 16. Her long brown hair tumbled over her shoulders as she kept her arms hugging her stomach.

What was she doing out so late?

That wasn't his place to ask. But still he could wonder. That would keep his mind busy. He really hoped she wasn't in any trouble, but what could he do anyway?

He tried to invent her a name and a story, but he had never been good at writing stories. It didn't matter after long, she got on the next train that passed her anyway. Then she was gone. He realised they would probably never cross paths again.

That was a weird thought. But then again, it was the perfect time of night to be having weird thoughts.

He wondered just how many people he'd passed in his life, and now he'd never see them again. Or maybe he would, but would he recognise them? Definitely not. Unless they left some sort of impact. That was sort of comforting to him.

Then he got to wondering how many people he passed in the streets that he later got to know. People he could never imagine knowing at the time.

Wilbur was one of those people. Yet so was Schlatt.

One he wished he could get to know more, and the other he wished he had never met in the first place.

Even thinking his name made Quackity feel sick. His stomach twisted then dropped.

With the passing of another almost empty train he tried to take his mind off of the subject once more. But he had already thought too much. And the more he tried to find something else to think about the worse the thoughts already in his mind got.

If any lesson could be learned from that so-called relationship it would be:
"don't date an asshole".

It seems like common sense to admit it out loud but typically you don't see it till it hits you right in the face. And it sure as hell hurts. It hurts enough to stop you from wanting to do it a second time.

But inevitably it happens again.

Quackity had a tendency to gravitate towards that type of person. Maybe because he wasn't so great himself. But it was bound to happen again.

He hoped Wilbur wasn't like that, but honestly he didn't have much hope.

Soon, the train he needed to get on pulled up to the station.

The doors slid open and a couple people stepped off. A couple, hand in hand, a woman carrying an infant, a man with a suitcase wearing a suit with the tie half done, two girl no older than 20 laughing in eager conversation. Quackity stood there.

He watched as they walked towards the exit. He watched as the train doors remained open for around a minute before sliding shut again. He watched as the train departed from the station and the tracks in front of him went back to being empty.

Shit.

Why didn't he get on the train? The next one isn't coming for nearly an hour. What was he thinking?

His mind wandered to past times standing at train stations. Times after long arguments and hatred.

His mind wandered back to Schlatt.

Their relationship had not been a healthy one. And don't get the wrong idea, they were definitely both to blame. But at least one person left the situation with an ounce of remorse for their actions.

Don't date an asshole.

That sentence cycled back through his mind for a second time. Don't date someone who's genuine intention is to use you. Mess with your head and make you feel like you're the one to blame.
And he did blame himself, for not leaving sooner.

After the hundredth shouting match when things started to get violent. He should have left. But he only left when he was forced to.

And now the words circled in his head.

"pathetic, disgusting, crazy"

Then he got kicked out, and that was that. Looking back he was almost grateful for being given no choice but to leave.

This was a couple years ago now, but it still got to him.

He couldn't do this.

It was still nearly an hour's wait till the next train. It was late, he didn't want to stand there. The cold air had begun to sink into his skin and he could feel the cold running right through him.

He rummaged around in his pocket for his phone and pulled it out.

The light from the screen illuminated his face in the dark of the night. He didn't really have any other choice.

Although the number was one he deleted years ago, somehow he still remembered it. So he typed it into his phone.

His fingers drifted over the keyboard as he typed out the message he wanted to send. Then his finger hovered over the send button as he worked up the courage to press it.

He reread the message once more.

"Hey Schlatt, it's Q. I really need a favour."

Send.

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(947 words)

A/N

(hey! sorry about such a long gap between posting. I've not had much motivation lately struggling with mental stuff. BUT I got super motivated to write this-

I SAW LOVEJOY PLAY LIVE AND I WAS LITERALLY 2 ROWS BACK FROM BARRIER literally best night ever

sorry this one is a little short too, it was more of am important filler for the next update which I'll try not to post like 4 years later. I got super into writing this one getting into Q's head to give some sort of backstory (?)

ok as always: pressing the ☆ helps me so much! and you are loved and important ♡)