please don't leave

💛 pt 1

Quackitys pov

Work fucking sucks. I'm stuck in my office all day, filling out paperwork and going to dumb meetings. Then at night all I do is go out and get drunk. I'm a fuck waste of space. The only person I ever talk to is slime. But he's not even in the main office all to much. I need fun. I need something fun to do. With that decision made I stand up from my desk and start walking out the door.
As I make it down to the lobby of the large building I see slime walking around checking on other staff. " Hey slime what are you doing?" I question " oh hello quackity from Las navades!" He says " I'm making sure that all of the staff is working and making sure everyone's OK" He says. " Ok, good, keep doing what you need to" I say and walk away from the strange slime man. I keep walking out of the building and down the populated streets of my great country. Walking down the road, I see others hanging around with their friends or family's chatting with each other. I miss the family I have me, tubbo and jschlatt. It wasn't great in the end, but I miss all the happy times we had together when tubbo was young. As I leave my thoughts, I show up in front of my favorite bar. Since it was kinda late, around 8 ish, the bar had quite a few people inside. I walk over to the bar a plop down on one of the comfy stools. In about 5 minutes, the bartender came over to me and asked for my order. I just got a bottle of tequila and some little snacks too much on. This is basically my dinner for tonight. Sitting in the bat, I drift of to the sound of the music playing but im brought to reality by my food. As it's set down and the bartender leaves, I feel my little duck tail wag behind me, ready to get drunk and eat. I pick up the bottle of tequila and pop the lid off of the bottle. I pull the bottle to my mouth and feel the warm burning sensation as the drink slides down my through.the bottle leaves my lips for a breath of air, and I sigh to myself. Through my little bar trip, I finished all the food and tequila. l. I paid the bartender and started to walk back to my penthouse. Ugh, why does my room have to be all the way on the top of the building. Even as I walk in, I'm still a bit tipsy and stumble into the elevator. I hit the button to take me to my home. As the elevator stops in, stumble out and start my walk down the long hallway. I walk and walk, but it feels like I'm getting nowhere. When I make it to my door, I check my watch. What felt like 2 hours was really just 1 minute. As I open the door to my cold apartment, I look around. My living room space was basic with a small couch and table, then a large TV on the wall. Next to the couch, we had a little table with coasters and the remote. Connecting to the living room was a large kitchen. I walk over to the kitchen and grab a glass from the cabinets. I fill the glass with water and chug the whole thing. I fill the glass again without drinking any this time. I open a separate cabinet to grab a little bottle full of ibuprofen. I take the ibuprofen and water into my large bedroom. I set both the items on my nightstand. Future me will be happy to have that in the morning. I walk over to my wardrobe and open one of the drawers. I pull out a pair of comfy pj's and boxers to change into after I shower. I grab the clothes and walk throught another door to my showers. I set the clothes down on the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror. Under my beanie you can see dark fluffy hair and my little duck feathers around my ears. Along my face you can also see a nasty scar from my lips up to my eyebrow. The scar was still a darker pink and lighter red. It reminds me how ugly everything was during those times. I snap out of my little trance to take off my clothes. I pull off my white button-up shirt and tie, then take off my black pants, beanie, and boxers. I turn on the showers and step in, feeling the warm water run down my back. I reach and grab my shampoo, slowly rubbing it into my black fluffy hair. After washing the shampoo out, I get my body wash to clean myself. As I run the wash over my body, I can't help but look at all the scars down my chest and arms. I fight a lot, don't I. I wash the soap off my arms, torso, and legs. Then turn off the shower and grab a towel from the rack outside of the shower. I rap the towel around myself and step out of the shower. I try off my body from head to toe and grab my clothes. I slide on my boxers, then the dark blue shorts from my pajamas. I take one look at my chest in the mirror before I slide on the dark blue shirt to go along with my pants. I throw the towel and work clothes into the laundry basket and leave the bathroom. I walk over and flop onto my bed. I slide myself under the warm and fluffy blankets, waiting to drift off to sleep. Thought my thoughts kept me awake. Come on, body, you need sleep for work tomorrow, plus you need to handle the hangover as well. Even with me trying to yell at myself, my thoughts kept me awake. I had to think about the others around my country. I really need to talk with them more. I barely ever know what slimes doing. He was walking around today doing things in my building, and i didn't even know what he was doing at all. then I need to check in on foolish or purpled. I have a lot to do tomorrow. While thoughts rushed through my head, I slowly drifted to a calm sleep. Waiting for tomorrow to come. I have stuff to worry about tomorrow, but that's a problem for future me.