A doctor makes living objects. Raised in small, isolated environments. Heavily monitored and kept perfect. But some of them, don't come out the way they were supposed to. And imperfections aren't tolerated.

♪ Quackity didn't want to be alone, and Slimecicle just so happened to show up at the perfect time. But, Slime wasn't oblivious. He had seen it all before. Though, he was willing to play into the part Quackity wanted him too. Does it really matter if he has to be someone else to be loved? - [THIS IS A SHIP FIC!! IF THAT ISN'T YOUR THING JUST DON'T READ!! I AM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES </3 ] - ⚠TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠ •Implied/referenced suicide attempt •Self harm •Toxic relationships •Implied memory loss •Active torture •Smoking/cigarettes •Implied murder •Please don't mind half of these •C!Quackity is fucked up •THERES NO MURDER OR GORE I PROMISE /SRS