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Soulmates at last [Karlnap(ity)]

Sorry for not uploading, I was on holiday, then I lost my phone and school is starting up again, so my motivation is not very high, I'll try to get back to updating more regularly, but I can't promise anything, anyway have fun.(Quackity is the youngest here)

Explanation: In a world where your soulmates writing appears on your skin, nothing is more important than meeting them. And that was Quackitys goal, meet his soulmate and get along with them. But something isn't right.

It was supposed to be a normal 12th birthday. Nothing out of the ordinary. The goal: turn twelve and see everything that's written on your soulmates skin. That's the usual goal for people turning 12. What Quackity wasn't expecting was to see a whole essay appear on his arm. When he looked closer, he realised it wasn't an essay, but a conversation between two people. Half of the text was in purple, the other in orange. He started freaking out, wondering why two people were talking to each other on his arm. Wasn't there supposed to be only one person writing to him? He asked his mom what it was and she managed to calm him down, telling him that he was special, because he had two soulmates. Once he was back in his room, he read every word on his arm, realising that it was two people talking to each other and they generally got along really well. It looked like they didn't even know they had a third soulmate, which hurt him a bit more than it should have, but how were they supposed to know they had a third one? Quackity only just turned twelve, meaning he couldn't even see the messages before, yet alone write to them. He also hadn't made his presence known.

So that same evening, he picked up a  random pen from his desk, a blue ballpoint pen, and sat down on his desk, his arm out in front of him. He was about to make his presence known when he paused. What was he supposed to write? He couldn't just say "hey I'm your second soulmate btw" and when he looked over the past messages, he realised just how close those two were. What if he ruined it? How would they react to having two soulmates instead of one? Would they even want two soulmates?

He decided to make his presence known, just not in an obvious way. Quackity looked at his clock, 8 p.m., he tightened his grip one the pen and drew a simple game of tic-tac-toe. It wasn't harmful and it wouldn't show his soulmates that he existed, except for which pen he used, and both of them would think it was the other. To try and not make them question it he wrote a small message underneath:

Don't ask :]

And they didn't. He watched as they played tick-tack-toe, Orange won and mad fun of Purple, to which Purple said they were never speaking to Orange again. Then Orange cried, Purple forgave them and they went to bed. Quackity smiled to himself as he watched their playful banter, before turning off his light and going to bed himself. Maybe they didn't know he existed, maybe they were happy with just the two of them, but as long as they were happy, so was Quackity.

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High school was both the best and worst experience for Quackity. On one hand he met two of his best friends, Sapnap and Karl, but on the other hand his soulmates still didn't know he existed, and they started dating. But the worst part of it all, was that he found out his soulmates names, where they lived, etc., while they still didn't know he existed. It was hard, but Quackity managed to keep suspicions low by saying he had already found his soulmate and that they lived in Mexico. And everyone believed him! So now he had to decide if he was ever going to tell his soulmates he existed, or not. Q did somehow tell them with the tic-tac-toe game every evening at 8 p.m., but they still thought that it was the other soulmate doing it, not Quackity. So Quackity decided to stay quiet, for now.

Eventually, Quackity messed up. he was sitting in maths class, just like he did every Tuesday morning. And like every maths class, the teacher started writing the homework on the board at the end of class. So Quackity, like every time he got homework, reached into his bag to fish out his notebook and write down the homework. Except he didn't have his notebook with him, so without thinking he uncapped his pen, and wrote the homework on the back of his hand. He only realised his mistake once he had finished writing it down. He stared at it in shock. How did he forget his one rule. DONT WRITE ON YOURSELF! And what had he done? He wrote on himself, telling his soulmates he existed. Now all that was left was hope they didn't see it until he managed to wash it off. But of course he wasn't that lucky. It was to late, just as he was leaving the classroom, orange writing appeared on his wrist: