~opened eyes~

1~that horrible guy.

(By the way this is only the C! character not the irl people. And also TW)

He had to get rid of him. He knew it. He HAD to for his own safety, but thats easier said than done...
"Pumpkinnnnn?? You there?" Shlatt said and q realized he had asked him something fuck
"Uhm yeah sorry what did you ask mi amor?" Quackity responded scared if he was mad or not, he never showed it on his face...barely had any emotion the only day shlatt had really shown emotion was on their wedding day and quackity was pretty sure those were faked for the photo's
He fidgeted with the silver wedding ring shlatt had gotten him the daimonds cutting into his skin, honestly a pretty nice feeling

"I ASKED what you wanted to go do tommorrow" shlatt rolled his eyes annoyed

Quackity pushed his thumb more into the daimonds.
"Oh uh im not sure.." but then an idea came to mind "oh! How about we go for a walk? You say you love those" quackity trued his best to smiles

Ever since they got together quackity wasnt his own person anymore, he couldn't like the things he liked. He liked the things shlatt liked. If shlatt liked pasta then so did quackity. If shlatt liked mint ice cream. The so did q.

"Oh yeah i suppose we cod do that yes" shlatt said wich honestly surprised quackity since shlatt ussually made a point to hate what quackity picked out.
"Go get me a beer, hon." No please quackity fucking hated it when shlatt drank he would be shorter in temper and would demand more of quackity even if he couldn't give it.
"...you know i dont like it when you drink mi amor..."
"And does it look like i give a shit? Go. Get. Me. A . Beer." Quackity sighed and got up walking to the fridge feeling shlatt looking at him at every step
Quackity pulled out a beer letting the cold drink settle in his hand
He started walking back to shlatt and the bottle seemed to get slippery then
Crack

The bottle slipped out of his hand and fell onto the floor shattering around his feet
"Dont tell me you just dropped that bottle." Shlatt said his voice growing mad but ofcourse quackity had dropped it. He was a failure after all. Always last. Always the worst.

"Im so sorry ill get another one...! And ill clean this up" quackity said, Scared. Because he knew what was going to happen next...

Shlatt got up and i 3 long strides went over to him. When he reached him he slapped q making him stumble onto the floor. I to the glass
"Im so sorry! Please!" Quackity pleaded but shlatt just kicked and hit and slapped
Over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over.

Until quackity was curled up on the glass covered floor crying and covered in blood and bruises.
"Go wash up" shlatt demanded and quackity quickly ran to the restroom
When he looked in the mirror he wanted to scream

His face was bloody and swolen up, his eyes were bloodshot red.

This couldn't go on like this. He had to get rid of him.