Toxic- A Quackbur Story

~ Chapter 6 ~

MANIPULATION, ABUSE, PTSD
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Before this chapter begins, I just want to say I have no idea what day it is canonically so I'm just saying it's Sunday so they'll be going to school tmr :]

Quackity's POV:

As Wilbur drove closer towards Quackity's house, Quackity became more and more on edge. He didn't really know why, he was just going home for a minute to pick up some stuff. But he felt like something was wrong. He just pushed his instincts down and Wilbur pulled into the driveway.

"Okay, do you want me to come in with you?" Wilbur asked as he put the car in park and turned towards Quackity.

"I should be good.." Quackity said almost unsure and then left the car. He got to the front door of his house and lifted up the welcome mat to grab the extra key. He inserted it into the lock and twisted it to unlock the door, but it locked instead. Quackity found this weird and just unlocked the door and walked inside. His house looked the same as he left it, with nothing out of the ordinary. But something still felt off, Quackity just couldn't put his finger on it.

Quackity quickly walked upstairs to his bedroom to grab some clothes and some other personal belongings. He had no idea why he felt so tense, he just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

He entered his room and was surprised to see it was cleaner than he left it. His clothes were put away and some papers he had left on his desk were sorted and stacked neatly. His bed was made and some cups he had left on his nightstand were gone. 'Okay...this is weird..' Quackity thought as he walked towards his closet to grab his bag. He stuffed some clothes in it and other stuff like toiletries and accessories. He also grabbed his backpack and put all his school stuff in it.

He was getting ready to leave his room when he heard something crash from downstairs. He froze as he heard a "FUCK!" from the kitchen. He recognized that voice, but he really wished he didn't. He started to carefully and quietly walk downstairs towards the front door with his two bags. He almost made it to the door when he heard the voice call to him.

"Hey pumpkin~! Where've you been? I've been worried baby~." Quackity shot his head around towards Schlatt.

"Schlatt? Wh-what are you doing here?" Quackity stared in horror at Schlatt. He stepped forward a bit but stopped when he saw Quackity back up away from him.

"Pumpkin, I'm just helping you out! I helped you clean your room and did the dishes even though one plate slipped from my hands *laugh*."

"No what do you want, you have never done anything nice like that before!" Quackity raised his voice slightly, starting to gain some more confidence. 

"Now now pumpkin, no need to shout, it's not like I did anything wrong! I helped you tidy up, there's nothing wrong with that!" Schlatt raised his voice slightly louder, clearly losing his patience with Quackity.

"You're right there's nothing wrong with tidying the place up, but that isn't the problem! The problem is the fact you dragged glass down my face and want to go back to thinking everything is fine!" Quackity started to gain more confidence against Schlatt. "How did you even get in anyway? I never gave you a key!"

"Pumpkin, you're over-exaggerating! I try to do ONE nice thing for you and you twist it into something sinister!" Schlatt stepped closer towards Quackity. "Plus you left your bag at my house when you rushed out!" Schlatt held up a small black crossbody purse.

Quackity stepped forward and quickly grabbed the bag from Schlatt's hands and put it across his shoulder. Quackity then grabbed his bags and twisted the doorknob before being stopped by Schlatt.