A psycho's desire

chapter: 19

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Quackity's POV:

I checked my schedule, I only had one appointment! But it was two hours long.. I should look at their medication, if they take any.

Wait a minute, Wil? He's my next appointment?!

He definitely needs therapy.. and I know all about him! So I can easily help him!

There was a knock on my door, probably Wil for his appointment!

I opened the door and there he was. He gave me a big hug, "I've missed you!!" He said while sniffing me. "You saw me 30 minutes ago.." I said. "So?! I was dying!" He said.

"Go sit down." I said. "I love it when you make orders~" he said. He went to go sit down and so did I.

"Why are you here, Wil?" I asked. "well, mostly because you're greatly recommended and I apparently have 'childhood trauma' according to most people.." he said.

"You definitely do.." I mumbled. "What did you say?" He asked. "Nothing, just writing.." I said.

"Tell me more about you when you were younger.." I said. "You already know" he said. "Tell me the bits I've missed." I demanded.

"I hate my family except for my brothers, I love you, I used to drink and smoke" he said. He looked deep in his thoughts.

"When was the last time you talked to your family?" I asked. "Before I went missing" he said. "So 10 years?" I asked. "Mhm"

"Do you want me to call your father?" I asked. "No! He hates me!" He said. "No, he doesn't." I said. "You call him then!" He said.

I took my phone out and dialed Phil's number.

"Hi Phil!"

"Hi Quackity! How are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"Just, thinking about the past.."

"Well, I have something to tell you, and it's about the past!"

"What is it?"

"I found Wil"

"You.. found him?!"

"Mhm! Here!"

I handed the phone to Wil and he put it on speaker.

"Hi dad.."

"Oh my god! Sweetie? Is that actually you!"

"Yes.. please don't be upset-"

You could hear Phil crying.

"Where have you been?!"

"I just, needed time for myself.."

"Can you come home?"

"I can't.."

"Please! Me and your mother have missed you so much.."

"Fine.. but Quackity's coming."

"Of course! Please come soon.."

He handed me back my phone and started crying. I started rubbing his back.

"Sorry.. I think this phone call has been emotional for everyone.."

"I want to see my son.."

"Will do, we'll be there soon"

"Thank you.."

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"Are you sure this is the right house?" Wil asked while stepping out of the car. "You grew up here, of course it's the right one!" I said.

"What if they're mad!" He asked. "They won't." I reassured him.

Suddenly, his dad came running out and hugged Wil tighter. They both were sobbing. This went way better then I expected.

I thought Wil would push his dad away.

"You've grown.. a lot.." his dad mumbled. "Yeah.. I grew 5 inches" he said. "So you're 5'10?" His dad asked. "Mhm" Wil confirmed.

"My tall son.." his dad sobbing on Wil's shoulder. Wil was looking at me, unsure of what to do.

"Hug him back.." I mumbled to him. They were both hugging each other.

"Did you know you're brother died?.." Phil asked. "Yes.. Quackity told me." He said, still crying.

Phil looked at me and sort of forced me to join the awkward hug in the middle of his front lawn.

"How about we go inside?" I asked. "Of course!" Phil said. We all walked inside.

It had not changed since I last came here, but for Wil, it had changed.

"You have.. pictures of me.." he said looking in the hallway. "I wouldn't even forget you without them" his father said. "I thought you hated me.." Wil whispered. "I could never! And I will never hate you! Unless you don't marry Quackity" his dad joked.

"Good thing I'm planning it" Wil said. "What." I said. "Don't worry." Wil said. "Hunny!" Phil called out.

Suddenly, His mom was there and had the same reaction as Phil.

After everything was done and said, we sat down for tea. "How did you find him?" Phil asked me. "Actually, it was a coincidence" I said. "How?" He asked.

"He's Tubbo's boss" I replied. "Oh? You're a boss now?" His dad asked. "Mhm, I make a lot of money" he said.

"That's good at least" he answered. It was getting awkward for everyone, I mean. They had they're moment, but they don't know each other. They don't know what to talk about.

"We should go.." Wil mumbled. "Please don't! Stay the night?" His dad offered. "I don't know-" Wil said. "Yes! We will!" I agreed. "Thank you!" His dad seemed happy.

We went up to Wil's old room. "Why is it, different?" He asked. "I lived here for a couple of months.." I admitted. "The pillows smell like you!" He smiled. "Sorry.." I said. "Don't." He said.

"Sor-" I stopped myself. "Good." Wil said. "Go to bed. You need sleep." He demanded. "When did you get so demanding?" I asked. "Since you agreed to sleeping here.." he mumbled.

"It's more time with your dad! It's fine" I said. I laid on the bed and Wil basically jumped on me. He was laying on my stomach. "Ow! That hurts! Move!" I said. "Nooooo" he could hear him mumbling it.

Wil tried to tell me he wanted a kiss, but he didn't. I could tell he wanted one, but he needed to ask for one. He really needs to start using his words..