The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

-COMPLETED FINALLY- Planning on rewriting this in another book just to make it better than this current shit

"Counterattack?? What do you think this is? A war?" Quackity shakes his head on stream. "you up for a raid war quackity?" the donation runs through. "Oh yeah, y/nmoo, this means war!" Quackity smiles.

DISCONTINUED Being a streamer's best friend can be difficult when he's trying to break into your house all the time. Quackity discovers his feelings for y/n in a spur of the moment joke. He looks back on the past to realise this whole time he's been in love.

This will include: -Swearing ----------- Credit for the cover: favoredmay on instagram ----------- You and Quackity were best friends until you and him went to a party with the rest of the dream SMP members. ---------