❝ is it immoral to stab someone? ❞
― [ ✎ ] 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the daily feeding of the simps commences.
𝐎𝐑
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 i, your fellow simp, hand over your needed simping juices for the day. so buckle-up partner, this ride is gonna be weirdcham...
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GRAPES ; quackity
REQUESTED? no.
WARRNINGS ; just weird eye related talk, reader jokingly mentions they're gonna take quackitys eye out so its somewhat gorey. just be careful since i'm not sure, and the usual language warning.
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Quackity laid in your lap, a soft yellow glow blanketing his face as he looked over at the horizon, the sun plummeting beneath it. Your eyes seemed to be fixated on Quackity though as you stroked his skin, it was a weird habit, nonetheless. Yet, he didn't seem to mind your constant caressing. Especially, when you did it near his eyes. Others would've typically assumed for it to be, bizarre or odd. It was just one of your personal ways of showing him affection, though.
Like usual, you gently stroked the area near his eyes. Humming softly to yourself before an idea came to mind. You looked down at the boy underneath you, his messy black curls somewhat tamed from his beanie, a lopsided grin twirls on your lips.
"Hey, Quackity," You drawl, locking your gaze with his as he looks at your curiously.
He arches a brow, "What's up?"
"You know," You hum, staring over at the descending sun.
"I could pop your eyes like grapes, and nobody would know," You remark, a smirk curling on your lips as Quackity's eyes widen at your statement.
"Babe, what the fuck???" Quackity cries silently, his face scrunching up in search of answers to your grim declaration, "Do you just- Pop grapes in your free time? The fuck?"
A snort leaves your lips, "I mean, yeah," you hum, jokingly hovering your thumb over his eye lids and he swats your hands away.
"OH- Don't you fucking try it hemorsa!" Quackity screeches, bolting up from your lap as he immediately gets on his feet.
"No ones gona know," You murmur eerily, reaching your hands out to him menacingly and he starts running away.
"THEY'RE GONNA KNOW, BABE-" He screams, running down the hill, desperate to get away from your little scheme. But your already hot on his trail.
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A/N ; weird? yes. but i just wrote this on a whim before i publish something else so yeehaw mothertruckers
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