Quackitys eyes were half-lidded, the duck downing another bottle before he felt a hand on his shoulder, a deep accented voice behind him. "Good lord darlin', you sure know how to kill a bottle."
Quackity grunted as he turned around to be faced with a taller male, very tall. He immediately noticed the chops on his cheeks and the ram horns. Those were certainly noticeable features. Quackitys wings folded as he tilted his head and sat down his bottle. "Yeah? And so what?" The duck growled before the tall ram laughed. "It was meant to be a compliment, doll."
Quackity narrowed his eyes, but before he could say anything, the ram grabbed his chin and pulled him close, "What's your name, sugar?" The taller grinned as the duck felt his face heat up, not knowing if it was from attraction or fear, he swallowed hard and replied, "Alexis Quackity." The taller grinned as he pulled away, straightening his suit. "The names Jschlatt. And I'd like to buy you a drink." Quackity raised an eyebrow before smirking and leaning on the bar. "Well, Jschlatt, if I were you, I'd have my wallet out about now." Jschlatt grinned as he leaned on the bar beside Quackity. "Oh, I like you."
Jschlatt unlocks the door and pulls Quackity in, kissing him deeply as the duck giggles and leans in closer, the ram shutting the door and pinning the smaller to the wall, pulling away from the kiss. "Your hot as fuck." Quackity rolled his eyes and smiled before trailing his finger down the rams suit. "And you'd look much better with this off." It was hard to tell what Quackity had actually said, being his words were slurred, but that's what Jschlatt heard, or at least wanted to hear. He smirked as he pulled the duck into the bedroom, the duck gasping as he shut the door.
Quackity glares down at the people below him, lifting his shades for a moment as he listened to his husband, Jschlatt, give his presidential speech. The duck looked over at the two brits, Tommy and Wilbur. The younger blonde one looked defeated, which almost made Quackity feel bad. But the taller Burnette one was staring at Jschlatt with rage in his eyes, which fueled Quackity. The duck smirked cockily before looking at his husband. He looked proud for a moment before shivering. He felt something cold. Something felt cold and off about Jschlatt right now. And the duck didn't understand. It was Quackitys turn to give his speech. The duck watched as Jschlatt moved away, giving him a look of 'Dont mess this up', which made Quackity feel odd.
After Quackitys speech, Jschlatt slithered his arm around the ducks waist, Quackity gasping a bit. The smaller hoped no one had noticed, and no one did. Except for one person.
Quackity was cooking dinner for him and tubbo, the goat running up and hugging his leg tightly. "Mamá! Is food almost done?" Quackity smiled as he leaned down to Toby's level. "Yes, mi niño. Go sit at the table and wait for mamá." Tubbo smiled brightly as he scurried to the table, sitting down quickly. Quackity brought over his food and watched as Tubbo began eating. After Toby was done, he ran up to his room. Quackity smiled as he began washing the dishes before hearing the door swing open, someone stumble in and then slam shut. The duck jumped a bit as he heard a low groan. Jschlatt slumped into the kitchen, the duck hoping he wouldn't try to do anything as he shut off the water quickly. "Pumpkin..." Jschlatt growled. Quackity froze before turning around and answering in a soft tone, "Yes...?"
Before he could react, Jschlatt had thrown a bottle at his head, the duck falling back and hitting his head on the counter, sliding down as he held his eyes open long enough to hear Jschlatt whisper, "Fucking whore." As the duck was drifting away, he found himself counting back the steps it took for him to get here. He wasn't free anymore. He was terrified.
It was another one of those nights. Toby was locked in his bedroom, hiding in his closet, and Quackity was lying in the bathtub, scars, cuts, bruises, and bites all over his body. There were marks of glass, marks of being tied down, marks of being cut, everything. His newest was a black eye. He sat in the tub while Jschlatt banged on the door. "YOU CANT HIDE IN THERE FOREVER!" Quackity weakly turned his head to look at the locked door before sinking down into the water, feeling the blood pool around him as he sighed. Only one thought was in his head.
"I'm taking back, all of my 'I love you' s, because you never really deserved them. I would rather bleed out and die here."
Quackity smiled as he watched Jschlatt eat, a patient yet eager look on his face. "The fuck are you lookin like that for?" The duck quickly looked down to the floor, hearing the sounds of chewing made his wings ruffle. He shook it off as Jschlatt finished, getting up and walking over to Quackity. "Well, you've made yourself useful again. A whore who knows how to cook." Jschlatt grinned as he leaned closer to the duck, the smaller cringing at the smell of alcohol on his husband's breath. Jschlatt moved away and clutched his heart. "W-what the fuck-!" He gasped as he felt it beat out of his chest, the taller falling back as he screamed loudly, clutching his chest as his body shook. He screamed at Quackity to help, but the duck just stood there watching, an almost evil smile on his face. "Fuck you." Quackity mumbled before grabbing a knife from the kitchen and stabbing Jschlatt's chest, pulling out his heart and holding it in his hands. "This is what you get, sick fucker." Quackity said before eating his heart whole, the smell of blood lingering the room and the smear of it on the ducks lips. He felt like he had gone too far. Had he? He watched as his husband's body went lifeless, blood dripping from Quackitys mouth as he smiled. The duck walked to the kitchen, washing off all of the evidence and turning back to Jschlatts' lifeless body. "Tubbo! Come help me move something!"
"To my alcoholic, Husband."
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Authors note:
Over 1000 words for my first chapter! Im honestly proud of myself! I'm not trying to be selfish or anything!! Also, when it mentions Tubbo, he was 11, so idk why I put toddler-
-Alex
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