"𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 ❣︎" [ QUACKBUR❤︎] DISCONTINUED

~High pt1~

Quackity was peacefully sleeping when a sudden sound woke him up, scaring him quite a lot.
It was his alarm going off signaling it was time for him to wake up and get his ass to school.

The boy groaned hugging his pillow, he was on four hours of sleep and didn't feel like seeing any of the teachers faces.

One month ago Quackity would be blessed to have a four hour sleep but after a week of sleeping more than nine hours he had gotten used to it so obviously he was tired.

He got up not bothering to make his bed, his mami will do it for him he thought.

He made his way to his wardrobe opening it and looking at the clothes, non of them peeking his interest, he sighed and grabbed some black trousers, and a crocheted black jumper with small yellow ducks plastered all over it.

And of course his beanie.

He went to his bathroom washing his face and brushing his teeth while wishing his lord that a big earthquake would happen and school would be cancelled.

After lazily getting dressed he made his way downstairs, entering the kitchen sitting at the table resting his head in his hands ready to fall asleep.

Rosa as always was making coffee, but also pancakes.

She started to stack the pancakes on top of eachother adding honey in-between them and topping it off by sprinkling some cinnamon on top.

The woman turned around placing the plate Infront of the boy, taking a seat across of him.

The raven lifted his head up looked at his mum with tired eyes before looking at the plate Infront of him.
He grabbed the fork and knife that were next to him and surprisingly started eating.

"You look tired, don't tell me you stayed up all night on that phone cause I am taking it-"

The woman started and Quackity looked at her and rolled his eyes before interrupting her.

"No mama"

He said and returned to eat his delicious breakfast.
But was interrupted once again by his mother looking weirdly at his hair.

"Quackity what have I told you about brushing your hair, you don't have short hair anymore so you need to take care of it"

Rosa said placing her mug on the table before standing up walking to her bag and taking out a hairbrush.

Walking to stand behind the boy who was still eating, taking his beanie off and brushing the mess of a hair he had.

The raven rolled his eyes and stayed still while being tortured by his mother aggressively brushing his hair.

"Ouch.."

He said in a grumpy tone.

Once his mother was done he twisted the long layers of his hair and secured them with a his clip before putting his beanie back on.

"Much better"

The woman stated while her son just glared at her, taking his last bite of food before standing up and placing the plate in the sink.

Quackity made his way up to his room supposedly to get his backpack ready, and his mum just smiled watching the boy disappear in "anger", she knew the boy wasn't actually mad this was just him as whole, god he's just like his father she thought before her smile faded.

Quackitys parents were actually highschool sweethearts, met when they were 15 and stayed together till the man's last breath that is.

The male wasn't the best husband but tried to be, he struggled with alcohol and lot of mental illnesses to which some had unfortunately been past down to Quackity, the young raven was diagnosed with depression not soon after his father's passing, he was only a child and it broke the woman's heart, that's why she swore that she'll do everything to make the younger feel loved and accepted.

But her son didn't only struggle with depression but with suicidal thoughts once in a while and obviously an eating disorder he refused to get a diagnosis for.

Quackity didn't want to be labelled as someone who has "this" or has "that"
struggles with everyday things or needs to go to therapy at the age of eight.

He did go until thirteen when he refused to get help, his mother tried to explain to him that it's for his own good but he never listened, and when his suicidal thoughts came he didn't know what to do.
He didn't want to tell anyone about it but he had to tell his mum, he knew he had but again he refused to get help, insisted that "he'll be fine".

As the boy went to being an older teen Rosa made him make a promise that if anything gets really bad he'll tell her immediately and Quackity promised, but who knew his fingers were crossed behind his back.

He hated it, hated that he had to be a burden to his sweet mum and felt bad for her that she was cursed with a son like this and not a normal happy boy who will grow up be successful and give her grandkids like she always dreamed of.

But no Quackity had to be this, this mentally unstable gay teen with a fucked up sleep schedule, that could barely eat and stay alive.

And there was one thing no one knew about the boy, I mean obviously not a lot people knew about his struggles except his mum and... Wilbur, but Wilbur only knew a few like his eating problems but never would have guessed the other was hanging from the edge to barely stay alive and his depression.

But Rosa didn't know everything, didn't know that her son was quite an artist, and for a really long time to be honest, but their was a little twist in the boys drawings, the beautiful drawings nobody saw, well he drew them at night, locked in his bathroom out of site, the pictures were strange as I said they came with a twist, his pen was a razor and his canvas was his thighs, the things he kept hidden under his clothes and if the shorts were to short he'd simply throw them in the back of his wardrobe leaving with his mothers question why he never wears those shorts.

But the raven never bothered to give an answer except, "I just don't like them"

Quackity came down the stairs with his backpack on his back and skateboard on hand, he looked strangely at his mother who was zoned out.

"Ma..?"

He asked worried and Rosa looked at him and smiled.
Quackity returned it.

"Do I look okey?"

The boy asked to make sure he looked at least decent before he left.

"Estas muy guapo"

His mother answered smiling and Quackity rolled his eyes turning to open the door but couldn't help the smile creeping on his face.

He tightened his backpack strap's and hopped on his skateboard making his way to school until he noticed an all to familiar skyscraper on the other side of the road.

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A/n
Here's another chapter muffins<3
Honestly I don't want to discontinue this book cause it's brought me alot of comfort and it was really the only thing keeping me happy, I know sounds ridiculous.
But the whole book is already planned in my head and some chapters already written.
It's the characters I know but it still feels weird writing.
But I'll do whatever you guys suggest and want cause honestly I just want to keep you guys happy and prioritise what you guys want and would prefer, next chapter will probably be out tomorrow this time or sooner depends.
Stay safe, eat, drink water and allow yourself to take a nap if you need one<3