Do you really hate me? (Quackbur)

Chapter twenty-one: plans!

Chapter arg by: weiqi on YouTube. It's from their animatic but idk the name so search their channel ig :]

TW: swearing, implied abuse, bruising, ehhmm— "somewhat sexual implications" (not Wil and Q)
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Nobody's pov:

Friday was a blur for our ravenette, his mum was still doing long shifts at work, and was barely home. His Father on the other hand, he was always there. apparently his mum doesn't know what Mr. Nevadas is doing, regarding the occasional smack he gave the teen. She trusts him enough to not do anything drastic, she thinks he's better now, it has been about a decade since they were married after all. He has to have changed his ways! And he did, just for the worst. Amplifying the whole 'I'm an alpha male! Gay bad!' Neanderthal Bullshit.

Quackity's arm has definitely bruised a bit, but he wore a hoodie with the school logo on it so people wouldn't see. He's feeling ashamed that he has this bruise, like he should be stronger. He knows what his dad did is wrong, but what can he do? He doesn't want to upset his mom does he? And that would sure be upsetting to hear, so he isn't planning on saying anything to her. Tell his friends maybe? Maybe not... what if they made fun of him?! What if they all left because they know he's weak and can't even withstand a small hit. So he doesn't want to say anything, if you couldn't tell already.

Charlie had noticed something off about the other, but Q just brushed it off and told his friend not to worry about it.

It's Saturday now, the day Wilbur is supposed to come over for the project.

'Fuck...'

Quackity doesn't want Wil to see his house right now, there's a bunch of dirty dishes in the sink from the teen staying in his room while his dad was home, and beer bottles spread around the living room from Mr. Nevadas and his 'well, if you drink more you can't feel the hangover.' Mentality.

Lo and behold, the house is messier than it has been in months, and our ravenette doesn't want people coming over. So he just has to ask if they could go somewhere else! That's easy... right?! Well, clearly not to Quackity. There's something about talking to Wilbur that makes Quackity's stomach turn, not necessarily in a bad way, like butterflies found a rolling pin and are making dough with his intestines. 'That's normal. Isn't it? People feel that about friends right?' He thought.

Meanwhile at Wilbur's house...

"Mumza! Phiiiilllll" the brunette called out, extending the 'I' and the 'L' in Phil's name. "I'm going over to Quackity's later! That's okay right?!"

He was then startled by a woman tapping him on his shoulder.

"Wilbur I'm right here, you don't need to yell, anyways, what were you saying about your friend?" Mumza asked.

Wil turned around to face his mum, "oh sorry- I'm going to Quackity's place with my guitar in a few hours. I'll probably be out for dinner and stuff."

"No you aren't? Y'know id like to meet this 'Quackity' guy. You talk about him a lot and you hang out even more, I want to see if he's a good influence for my kids!" The noirette looked sternly at her eldest son.

"But mom we've already planne-"

*ding*

New text from: Ducky: hey Wil? I'm sorry but can we do the project somewhere else? I'd rather not do it at mine right now :'(

"Oh-? Uhh never mind I guess. He says he wants to do it here. That's okay I'd assume..?" The teen looked back at his Mumza from his phone screen.

The noirette rolled her eyes with a fond expression, "yes Wil, tell him to come over for dinner~!"