(This is kind of a vent for me so uh- yeah)

Little- quackity

Cg- shlatt

(I know i already gave you guys two shlatt and quackity chapters but shhh)

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Schlatt ran his fingers through quackitys hair, the shorter man laying beside him, humming happily. The soft buzz of the air conditioning was the only sound to be heard. Quackity was snuggled up to schlatt, his head pressed against schlatts chest, he felt safe and comfortable. Soon schlatt laid his chin on quackitys head, holding the man close. Quackity yawned softly, fumbling with the clip that held his soother, he popped it into his mouth. Suckling on it happily, quackity closed his eyes, smiling softly as he heard schlatt start to speak.

"Such a good boy"

"My cute little one"

"My perfect baby"

"Your adorable sweetheart"

Words of praise and affection made its way to quackitys heart, making him smile wider. The day had been filled with no stress and love. Every moment with schlatt, quackity felt as though he might possibly exolode. He felt so happy, yet he said nothing, continuing to just listen.

"Im so proud of my little baby"

"My cute baby boy"

"Here baby let me get that for you, your too small to get it"

"Aww i love you"

"You deserve so much little one"

"Aw we've got a giggly boy on our hands"

It was enough to make quackity tear up, everything he's ever wanted to hear from schlatt was being given to him on a silver fucking platter. Making him wiggle with joy, slowly closing his eyes as he became tired. But before he could sleep he began to panick, fighting to keep his eyes open. Before he could sit himself up, schlatt cupped his face in his hands, hushing the fussy boy. "Hey hey its okay. Its okay. You can sleep, take a nap for papa. Ill stay right here and you can visit me again" schlatt cooed in his ear. Making quackity lay down again, softly singing into his ear.

"We'll meet again,

dont know where,

dont know when.

Oh i know we'll meet again,

some sunny day"

By the time schlatt stopped singing, quackity woke up. In his emtpy bed, in a big white house, with no one around. Fresh tears fell from his eyes as he remembered. His husband wasn't taking care of him, for good reasons, but it still killed quackity on the inside. Finally becoming more aware of his surroundings, he noticed one thing....one thing that would lead to quackitys first breakdown of the day.

His hands, were placed gently on his cheeks, just like schlatts hands were in his dream.