please don't leave

❤️ pt 3

After quackity was yelling at me outside of Las navades, I chose not to listen to the little duck and come inside the great city. It was dark since I chose to come at night so I could walk around unnoticed. That is until I heard screams. Someone was yelling for help. I ran in the direction of the screams, though it was hard to follow. I heard another muffled cry and some whimpers from down on an allyway. I peered inside to see someone on the floor and another person over them. I couldn't see who ether were, but I knew I couldn't just watch the little one get raped. I was running down the alleyway, and it looked like the taller man was taking the little ones boxers off before I punched him square in the jaw. The taller stumbled back before swinging his large arm at me. He missed my head, but his arm hit my shoulder. As the large man kept swaying from my firstbhead shot, I went in for another punch and hit him in the eye. The man was swaying back and forth before I kicked his knee, sending him down to the floor where he laid motionless. After wiping my hands on my coat, I walked over to the little man to see if he was alright. As I walked over and saw him better in the light, I realised that it was quackity laying on the floor. Under his head, there was a small puddle of blood, and he just had a white dress shirt and his boxers on. I was starting to panic he is the president of this country who would even dare to hurt him. He was in need of medical care, so I took my jacket off and rapped it around his thin little body. I picked up, said smaller man, and started walking through back alleyways. I was planning on taking him to my burger can to take care of him. Plus, Tommy is hanging out with ranboo tonight, so I won't have to deal with him. I am now out of the city and in the forest walking through to get the van. Through the trees, I can see my little van. It wasn't much, but it's what I got. I opened up the door to the van with a little trouble since my duckling was in the way. I got the door open and walked to the back of the van and set him down on my bed, and walked over to the cabinet to grab my medical supplies. I grabbed so ointment and a large thing of medical rap. I walked back over to the duckie and flipped him onto his stomach. I pulled off his beanie so I could see what damage there was. In his hair was dry blood, so that's not a good thing to start with. I pushed his hair back so I could see the wound. The wound was an ugly purple and yellow collar with dry blood all around it. The scar all had some brusing around it. Luckily, it didn't look like there were any cracks in his skull, so it's just the outer scar. I opened up the tube of ointment and put some on my fingers. As I touched the scar trying to get the meds in hit, the little duck flinched and started to whimper. I very carefully and slowly put the ointment 1on his scar before I pulled my hand off  to grab the bandages.  I pulled a little bit of  the rollout and started to roll it around his head. After mabye 4 or 5 layers, I ripped the and tucked the end under the rest of the bandages. The duck man still lays motion less in my bed. Something about this sight made my heart hurt. I knew I liked quackity in more ways than one, but this made me hurt. Seeing him sad  and injured isn't something I ever wanted to happen to him. I lifted his back up a little and slid behind him. The little man sat in between my legs with his head laying softly on my chest. Hos breathing was slow and relaxed he seemed calm for once. I just relaxed, knowing that he was safe in my arms. After a little while, I looked down at him and saw his wings. They looked so soft and fluffy. His fethers were shining like gold it looked so beautiful and alluring. I gently slid my fingers into his soft fethers on one wing. I was absolutely right his fethers felt like I was running my fingers through clouds. I knew he took great pride and pit lots of care into his wings, but I never realised this is what they were like. I kept running my hand through his wing until I reached the top of his wing, and he whimpered. Even though he was asleep, his face had a slight red tint. Wait, a second dose doing this to his wings makes him feel good? Oh, I'm so gonna tease him about this. I slowly kept petting his wing along with adding my second hand to his ether wing. He was a whimpering mess occasionally letting out small mewls or moans. Hereing those sounds that come from his was great, but knowing I'm the one who made him feel this was is even better. Thinking back to how I got him here, I stopped. This is wrong he was almost raped and I'm doing this to him now. I have to stop. I slowly and carefully slid out from under him, laying his head on the pillow. I slowly walked to the door to the burger van  and looked back to check on him one more time. He was out cold, so I stepped out of the van. mabye I should go on a little walk and clear my head. Yeah that's sound fine I'll make it quick, so I'm back when hes awake.

What the fuck was I thinking.