Drowning in bottles and sorrows {{TntDuo}}

harder to lie

Sapnap sighed as he entered the house, groaning as he fell onto the couch. Karl poked his head around the corner with a sweet smile. "Sap?" Karl squeaked. The fire demon smiled as he lifted up to see Karl standing in front of him. "Hello. Hey, where's Quackity?" Sapnaps tail flicked as Karl scratched his head. "I think he's out...?" Karl hummed, which made Sapnap giggle as he pulled him down onto the couch and hugged him tightly. "Well then, let's wait for our boyfriend." Karl frowned but nodded, snuggling up to Sapnap as the two drifted off to sleep on the couch.

Quackity sighed, the duck being pestered by the two ghosts, Glatt and Ghostbur. After Jschlatt died, Quackity did get a little close to Wilbur, even though he was banished from L'Manburg, and Tubbo decided to keep that law. Quackity was feeling lonely, and Wilbur came out of nowhere. The two were enemies and hated each other, but hate sex is a thing. Quackity always felt disgusting afterward, but no one had made him feel so good. But then Wilbur went insane and blew up L'Manburg. And no one really knows how he died. All they knew was that Phil was with him. But phil seems too scarred to talk about it. After Wilbur died, Quackity didn't think he'd be affected as much as he was. But he hated him... right? Quackity eventually moved on, becoming a butcher and getting engaged to Sapnap and Karl. But the ghosts of Jschlatt and Wilbur still messed with Quackity. But they didn't remember much of their lives, only some of the people present. And Ghostbur was much sweeter than Wilbur. But glatt was a little odd.

Quackity groaned as he heard someone walking around, the duck grabbing his axe with a snarl. "I swear to God if this is one of the ghosts or some pests." Quackitys eyes were met with a very tall individual. The tall male was looking down on Quackity as his ears perked up. "Techno... how did you-" Quackity was interrupted by a swift punch to the face, the duck flying back and hitting the wall with a grunt. "Fuck-" Techno moved closer, but before he could do anything else, Quackity quickly got up, grabbing his axe and swiping it under Techno's feet. The pig grunted as he was knocked off his feet, only to flip and land back on them. "Gotta do better than that, Pal." Quackity growled as he went to charge at Techno, but the taller quickly kicked the axe from his hand and grabbed Quackitys face, catching the axe as he grinned. "How about a pickaxe through the teeth?" Before Quackity could register what he said, he felt a sharp pain through his left side of his face. The duck fell back and clutched his face, feeling the blood pour quickly as he looked up to Technoblade. "So long loser."

After a few hours, the duck was stumbling his way home, the blood dried on his face, but he was losing a tooth and his eye. He opened the door and walked in, taking off his apron and immediately walking to the bathroom. He decided to clean up his face a bit and bandage it. He didn't want Karl and Sapnap to see him like this. After he did that, he walked into the living room to see Karl laying on top of Sapnap, the two cuddling and asleep. Quackity felt something. He felt left out. By the two people he loved. He looked at them before turning away and walking towards the guest bedroom they had, shutting the door and locking it as he changed. The duck laid down and let his mind wander as he tried to fall asleep. His mind went dark immediately. He began thinking of Jschlatt and all of the horrible things he did, but once he realized he could remember his face, the duck sat up. He started thinking about how all of his memories of Jschlatt were fading away. But he was doing okay now.

Quackity got up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of pills and taking a few of them. He growls as he blames Jschlatt for making him this way. He hates him. The duck felt like this was his only way for peace. Self medicating. After a moment the duck tasted blood in his mouth. Shit. His fucking tooth. Quackity was about to give up and go lay back down before he heard someone in the kitchen. "Baby? Are you alright?" Sapnap said groggily as the duck turned around, dropping the pills and looking at his fiancé. "I'm fine." Sapnap frowned as he took Quackitys hands in his, completely ignoring the scar on his eye, and the lack of an eye, which shocked Quackity. "Babe... your not thinking of... him... are you? Are you sure you past that?" Quackity froze as he refused eye contact with the demon. The duck looked away with a nervous chuckle. "It gets better with time... seriously. I'm fine." Sapnap sighed as he kissed Quackitys forehead. "Okay. Me and Karl are going to go to bed. Want to join us?" Sapnap smiled hopefully as the duck shook his head, his tail going limp. "I think I'll sleep alone tonight..." Sapnap sighed and nodded. He let go of the ducks hands and turned to go to bed. It was really getting harder to lie.

Quackity was sitting at his desk in Las Nevadas. He had made the country for them. And they went and made one without him? Those fucking assholes! Quackity slammed his fists on the desk before hearing a goopy sound. Slime stood at the door with a confused look. "Quackity from Las Nevadas? Are you alright?" Quackity hated that question. He slowly stood up, brushing himself off and smiling at Slime. "Please, like I asked, call me Alex. And yes, I'm fine." Slime smiled brightly before nodding. "Okay Qua- Alex!" Slime shut the door, leaving Quackity by himself again. The duck sighed as he just felt so hopeless. He felt like all relationships he had failed. Was it him? He wouldn't admit the way Sapnap and Karl hurt him. He felt sick thinking about them. It made him bite his tongue. He sat there for a few moments while he thought of them, but then he started to forget their faces. And all of their memories together were fading from his mind. He didn't want to lose them just yet. But maybe it was for the better. He clutched the necklace around his neck with two rings before sighing. Why couldn't they see what they did to him? He swore he was okay. The duck looked at himself in the mirror. He was beginning to hate himself. He was okay. It was getting harder and harder to lie.

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Authors note:

This is one of my favorite songs. I really need help with ideas for new chapters, I know the idea I want with the book, but it's rly hard writing it and staying on the same idea.
-Alex