Quackity stared at his phone. Not a single text. Not. One. No one stayed up until midnight for him. Not one texted or called after that. Not Slime, not Fundy, Purpled, or Foolish. Nothing from Bad, Skeppy, or Sam. Nothing. His phone remained silent all day with only game reminders coming up. Snapchat seemed to be the only thing that remembered what today was.
He sighed, trying to keep hope. Maybe they're gonna throw a surprise party. He doubted it, but he held onto the thought.
He walked into the kitchen and started pulling out ingredients to make himself a cake and frosting. He started thinking about conversations he knew would never happen as he baked.
"Why does it taste so good?" Slime would ask.
Quackity wouldn't lie. "Because it's made with a special ingredient."
"And what's that?" he'd ask, devouring the last little bit of cake left on his plate.
"My tears because I thought you and everyone else forgot," Quackity would laugh to play it off as a joke.
Then he realized he was actually crying. He quickly grabbed a paper towel and wiped his face. He did a few breathing exercises to stop the tears and remind himself that they're coming. They're going to surprise him.
He put the batter into a cake pan and put the pan in the oven. Then he sat on the couch and went back on his phone. Again. Nothing. He rolled his eyes and threw his phone at the wall. He doesn't need them to have a good birthday.
He got up and went to his bedroom where he found some old stuff he doesn't use anymore. He began throwing it into some left over gift bags he had from Christmas and wrote "to Alex from Quackity" on each one. Then he stared and thought about how sad this looks from an outside perspective.
He carried the bags to the living room and set them down on the coffee table. The cake timer went off and he went to pull it out of the over to cool. Had he really wasted that much time giving himself gifts? Damn-
He set the cake on the counter and was about to go open all those gifts Quackity so graciously got him when there was a knock at his door.
He lit up. They remembered! They were coming to surprise him! It was going to be a good day after all!
Quackity rushed over to the door and quickly collected himself to look like he didn't care. He slowly opened the door and genuinely felt disappointed when he saw who was there holding a wrapped birthday gift for him.
"The fuck do you want?" Quackity looked up at Wilbur with a pissed off expression.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUACKITY!!!" Wilbur pulled the smaller man into a hug, which normally Quackity would gag and push away, but this time he let it happen. "I brought you a gift and a party!!"
The taller pushed past Quackity. Q looked down the hallway for Wilbur's party, but no one was there.
"Some fuckin party," Quackity rolled his eyes and shut the door.
"Who got you all these gifts?" Wilbur asked as he placed his gift beside the rest.
"No one," Quackity walked over.
"Ooo a secret admirer?" Wilbur looked at a tag.
"No," Quackity hugged himself. "Literally no one. I- I found some of my old stuff and threw it in bags and gave it to myself to open by myself. It's stupid I know."
Q felt a few tears fall from his eyes, so he quickly wiped them away with his sleeve, but not before Wilbur saw.
The Brit smiled softly. "I got you a gift. You can open now if you'd like. Or you can wait for the party to get here."
