A psycho's desire

chapter: 16

Quackity's POV:

It was around 11:15, and I had some time to spare. I decided to check my schedule and I have a lot of new appointments. I was fully booked for this month and more. I did see George's name again, which is good!- well bad since I'm a therapist.. but it means I did a good job!

I should go to the bathroom with my time left. I got out of my office and Wil was angrily typing on his computer. "Hi Sweetie!!" He smiled when he saw me.

"Hi, I'm just going to the bathroom.." I said. "Okay! Also, be here by 12 pm sharp for lunch." He said. "I can't, I'll be here around 12:30 pm" I said. "What?! Why!" He asked so sadly.

"Work" I replied. "Then cancel it!" He said. "No! It's my son!" I said. "OUR. son." He replied. "Fine. Our son." I answered. "Good. But if you aren't here by 12pm sharp I will be knocking on your door." He said.

"Don't you dare." I said frustrated. "Why? Got something to hide?!" He asked. "No! It's just my appointment and-" someone knocked on the door.

"Go away!" Wil yelled. "I have an appointment with my dad" he said. "Come in!" I said. He walked in and hugged me. "Nice to see you too!" I said running my fingers in his hair.

"Go." Wil said pointing to my office. "Alright, C'mon Tubbo!" I said walking to my office. He sat on the guest couch and I sat on my couch.

"What's wrong? And don't worry, whatever you tell me I won't tell anyone and I won't use it against you" I said.

"I just, don't like this" he admitted. "Don't like what?" I asked. "He favors me!" He said. "Wil?" I asked. "Yes! He used to hate me! Now his acting like I'm his actual son!" He said.

"At lunch I will have a talk with him and fix everything and everyone's schedules. Let me guess, you work 5 am to 5 pm?" I said.

"Worse! I work from 5 am to 6 pm!" He said. "Damn!- at lunch I promise everything will be fixed. Everyone's schedules." I said.

"He used to make me go on missions and basically be a distraction! You know how many times I've almost gotten shot?" He said. "Wait. You go on the missions? AND almost died?!" I asked. "Yes! But ever since he found out I'm basically his son, he won't even let me go on them!" He said.

"He used to want me to die now he does everything to not make me die! It's so confusing! I like the missions!" He said. "Mhm.. what would be your dream role?" I asked. "Mmm, maybe.. shooting!" He said. "Shooting?!" I said. "As long as you're safe.." I said.

"I will be, I promise" he said. "And I also heard that you fixed George's schedule! Is that true?" He asked. "I did, but every time someone wants time off they go to me now" I said. "Can I have my birthday off?" He asked. "Ew you work on your birthday!" I said.

"He doesn't like people missing one day" he said. "I see that now.. how is he even a boss? He's horrible" I said. "He created this place I think.." he said. "Also-" he was interrupted by a knock.

"Lunch time!" Wil said. "Not now, I'm busy." I said. Wil unlocked the door and came in. "Fine then" he said before laying on me. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Sleeping" he said as he closed his eyes.  "I'm in an appointment! Get out!" I said.

"I can leave if you want-" Tubbo said. "No, he needs to leave" I said. I tried moving Wil but he was fast asleep on my lap.

"God, I hate him" I said. "I'll leave, talk to you tonight!" He said walking out. "I could've just got him to hate me because of you!" I said. "No" he mumbled.

"Get out." I said. "Fine!" He said angrily. He picked me up and went to his office. He sat down on his chair and placed me on the floor beside him.

I got up, "sit." He said. "No!" I said. "Sit." He repeated. I sat back down. "Can I see something on your computer?" I asked. "Sure" he said.

"But you'll have to sit on my lap" he grinned. "Fine." I said. I sat down and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I went to check everyone's schedules. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Making this place liveable" I said "huh?" He was confused.

"I'm changing everyone's schedules " I said. "Why!" He asked. "Because working over 12h is insane!" I said. "What do I get?" He asked. "I'm already sitting on your lap. Consider yourself lucky." I said. 

"I am lucky~" he whispered in my ear. I started changing everyone's schedules, but they had the same pay. Making them closer to mine. I noticed Wil was moving me, "what are you doing?" I asked him. "Mm~"

I immediately stood up when I heard that. "What the fuck was that?!" I asked. "Come back!" He said. "no?! What the hell was that sound." I asked. "You're so mean, MY love" he said.

"I'm leaving" I said. "Wait! You didn't even eat lunch!" He said. "I don't have a lunch" I said "I do!" He said. "What is it?" I asked.

"This dic-"

"no."

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I was so bored. Wil hasn't let me leave since I told him no. "My lunch is over and I have an appointment soon, can I gooo" I asked clearly bored. "no. Stay sitting down." He said. "But my appointment-".

"You'll miss it. I'll say you're sick" he said. "I hate you" I said. "Sure whatever. Go under my desk" he said.

I was bored and I did. I was now near his smelly feet. "I have a meeting. Stay there and don't make a sound." He said. "Fineee" I said.

After a while I heard some people walk in. I could also see their feet, but they couldn't see me. They were talking about lame business stuff and I was getting really bored.

Sometimes Wil would touch my hair or he'd grab my face. But this time, he grabbed my head and placed it near his uh.. thing.

I blushed out of embarrassment. Thank god no one sees me. Then he did the worst thing ever. He started to undo his zipper. I immediately moved my head and my entire body away from him.

He's a horny pervert.

Soon the people left and he didn't speak to me. I tried climbing out but his feet would stop me. "Move!" I demanded. "Shut up." He said.

Great. He's mad.

Soon, I heard another knock. "No. Quackity's sick. Come back when you're next appointment is." Wil said.

"Is he okay?" A girl asked. "He's sick. Leave." He said.

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Wil followed me to my car and I drove home. It was still completely silent. We arrived and he took my hand.