Poplar St. (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)

Well, it's over.

Confronting Sapnap-who's pretty pissed about Quackity never being around anymore-and Karl-whose memory is fading-about Kinoko Kingdom while covered in blood from torturing Dream definitely wasn't a good idea. Quackity blames everyone, including himself. Love, or at least what he thought was love, had blinded him, and Dream can read people like a book. In other words, his marital troubles gave that green fuck the perfect tinder to start a bonfire.

He's so drunk that he can barely move when Phil finds him in the ashes of El Rapids with the rings in his pocket, waiting for the end. He's sick of this shit. Sick of making the same mistake over and over.

Sick of living.

But the universe isn't done with Quackity yet. Strange things start to happen to him after the shitshow that was the Red Banquet, and the seas are... well, angry. You have untapped potential, sugar pumpkin, Glatt tells him. Your bloodline gives you the power to bring entire nations to their knees. Use it.

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Or, Quackity's been blind for a long time, and in more ways than one. But now that he's finally pulled the wool off his eyes?

Part of him is starting to wish he didn't.

(content warning for themes of suicide, alcohol/drug abuse & addiction, body horror, and implied sexual content because Jesus Christ the tagging on wattpad is awful)