How to Love (C!Quackity x reader)

Advice and Shopping

     It has been four days since your small argument with Quackity. And three days until the Red Banquet. Your anxiety has been climbing ever since he told you he was going. And even more so when you had to go too.

Yes, you literally yelled at Quackity to make you go to protect him but it was a bad idea for anyone to go. Clearly it was a death trap. You knew The Egg was just not good. But you swore to the Gods that you would do everything in your power to protect Quackity, the other guests, and yourself.

You were in your living room with Pixie. Staring at the two red hearts on your wrist. Telling you that you only had two lives remaining. You never expected death to be so forgiving in giving you more lives to spare.

You never had a chance to really think about your death. About how painful it was, or how desperate you were to live and need Quackity's help. You remember the searing pain in your legs and abdomen, and Quackity's warm armor against your chest.

     You put a hand on your neck, feeling the healed over burn scars. You had scars covering every part of your body except your face and hands. Since your hands were wrapped around Quackity's neck the whole time.

     You recalled the fear in Quackity's face. The tears streaming down his face. The sadness he felt radiated off of your own fear.

     Why did he come to save you in the first place? You didn't think he cared about anyone, especially not you. You got the impression that he hated you. But after your death, your impression changed. Maybe he did care?

But why? What did you do to change his mind? If anything you should've made him care less about you.

"Men are weird." You whispered aloud.

You turned to Pixie, and she shook her head up and down in reply.

"You're the only one that understands me. I wish you could talk though."

Pixie whined sadly.

You groaned as you fell back into the couch. "I wish I knew what was going on in that thick skull of his."

You thought of Quackity, and his stupid smile. His bright golden tooth and his scar running across his face. You don't know what he looked like before his scar, but you thought he pulled it off. You thought of his small yellow wings adorning his back. Luckily he was smart enough to hide them in his armor so they didn't burn in Purpled's trap. You always wondered how they felt. That might be weird, but you were curious. They were kind of cute.

Why were you thinking about him like this anyway?

You shook your head to rid your thoughts of the man. You needed to distract yourself.

You turned to Pixie, "Want to go see Charlie?"

Pixie smiled and wagged her tail.

"I guess that's a yes."

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     "Hey Charlie!" You said, pulling up a chair at the bar.

     "Y/n! Nice to see you again!" Charlie smiled. "What can I get you?"

     "Nothing, just came over to say hi." You spoke. "...Is Quackity here?"

     "Nope! He's out doing business I suppose. Why? You want to say hi to him?"

     "No, just... curious I guess. I don't know, I've been having some... weird thoughts about him lately."