just some poems and rants and vents... i'm sorry.

quackity was having one of his 'normal' nights, getting yelled at by his dad and sobbing into his pillow after. but this time, he got a call from someone trying to talk to him about something random. he cried and told his story to the person and they listened. the mystery man soon to be named as wilbur asked for quackitys number to check in everyday, and now maybe quackity has something, someone, to look forward to in life. তততততততততততত highest ranks: #4 on alexquackity #11 on karlnap #1 on quackbur

I'M SHIPPING THE CHARACTERS, NOT THE PEOPLE!!!! This story will contain elements of physical and mental abuse along with mild acts of R and SA. Also, this story will contain baby-making action, soooooo....18+ only warning.

Y/n is an 20 year old with no particular place to go after the zombie apocalypse broke out (2 years prior Ranboo and all the guys are now 2 years older). they've just been going where ever the breeze takes them, by chance leading them to the bench trio. one of the three lovable boys manages to steal their heart right out from under their nose. Who knows what will happen. Let's find out I will use she/her/they/them but if you use other pronouns they should be able to make sense with your preferred pronouns. ⚠️READ THE INTRO IT WILL BE THE ONLY TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE ENTIRE BOOK. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANYTHING MENTIONED IN THE INTRO, FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY , PLEASE DO NOT READ⚠️