Some Vows Broken, Some Newborn
“Foolish.”
“Quackity. Forgive me for saying this, but I saw you coming from near Wilbur’s van. What were you doing there?”
“Oh! I had to visit a… friend of mine that lives in that direction.”
Foolish’s eyes held its view of Quackity, as though he could sense something was being hidden; however, he spoke nothing of it as he simply nodded and let Quackity through the gates.
“Hello, Quackity from Las Nevadas!” Slime greeted Quackity from the door.
Quackity responded with a slight wave and a smile. “Hey, Slime. Is Foolish still guarding the entrance?”
“Nope! Fundy from Las Nevadas is there!”
“Okay. Send Sam to guard the gate with Fundy.”
“Oh! Tubbo from Snowchester is here with Tommy from Nowhere.”
“That’s good. Bring them in and go do what I asked. You may leave now, Slime.”
Slime left and Tommy and Tubbo stepped into the room.
“Hello. Take a seat, both of you.”
As the two sat down, Quackity looked at Tubbo and asked, “What are you doing here, Tubbo? I know Tommy’s here for the interview, but—”
“You have to talk about Schlatt. That’s why I’m here.”
Quackity’s voice suddenly went quiet. “Oh. Him.”
“Yeah. Sorry, Big Q,” Tommy said. “I could try to get to not have me interview you about him. You don’t have to talk about him.”
“No. I’ll do it. I can manage. Just— just start the interview.”
“Oh! Okay. What was your relationship with Schlatt like?”
“It was absolute shit. Honestly, I don’t even know what I saw in him. He was power-hungry, abusive, and controlling. He might’ve been kind to me before, but the last time I saw a smile in that asshole’s eyes that wasn’t of a crazy, psychopathic maniac was when—”
“When?”
“I can’t say it.”
“Come on, Big Q, just finish the sentence!”
“No. I’m not revealing that secret. The public already knows about my fucked up love life. I can’t— I can’t say it!”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s about me, Tommy. The last time he ever saw a smile from Schlatt that was happy—genuinely kind and happy—was when I was born,” Tubbo spoke up.
“That means—”
“Quackity is my mom. Now stop pressuring him? Please?”
Tommy looked down. “Sorry, Tubbo. Sorry, Big Q. I’ll just move on. I’m really sorry if this one bothers you, but I have to ask this one. What exactly did he do to you?”
Quackity sighed. He knew he had to answer that after all he had said just minutes ago. It was inevitable.
“Well… he would hit me and he would call me names… not like how most lovers do to their partners… no, no, Schlatt had to be different. He would use it as a way to mock me. To make fun of me. But… I did… I did try to escape him once before all of this happened. It worked—for a couple of weeks, maybe a month, I can’t remember—but he… he still found me. Do you remember how you and your family first found Tubbo in a box?”
Tommy nodded. “Yeah, why?”
Quackity continued. “That was me. I put him in that box. We were hiding with Eret for those few days; that’s how I met them. But… Schlatt eventually found us. In a hurry, I put him in that place. That place where you guys found him. When I saw you four, I knew he’d be with better people. Better people than me. I remember running back in, only to find Schlatt with Eret. Schlatt… asked me where Tubbo was. I told him that he wasn’t with me. I ran back out in the opposite direction. I heard the shot of an arrow. I… I thought it was Eret that got shot. I was too scared and my eyes were blurred by tears that… I didn’t realize Schlatt was the one who got shot. Not Eret.”
“Is that why you thought Eret was a ghost?”
“Yes.”
“What about when we joined the SMP?”
“A few days after you two and Wilbur joined, I met up with Tubbo. Unfortunately, Schlatt found out. Things became worse. It was so tiring, honestly. He’d yell at me because I knew Tubbo was alive. I knew. And he didn’t. Just slightly worse nights of him being the crazy drunk bastard he is. I was so fucking relieved when he died. I was finally free from him. He wouldn’t be able to yell at me anymore. He couldn’t be the shitass person he always has been towards me. Well. That was before. Now… he’s revived. I will kill him again if I have to. At all costs.”
“…well that was a lot of information,” Tommy said.
Tubbo looked at Quackity with shock and amazement in his eyes. “You— you did all of that? For me…?”
Quackity nodded.
“Thank you.” Tubbo smiled. He got up and hugged Quackity tightly, surprising the duck hybrid. Reluctantly, Quackity accepted and hugged the younger back.
“I’ll go now! Bye, Big Q! See you, Tubbo!”
As Tommy left, Tubbo let go of Quackity.
“I should go. Is Wilbur going to meet you here again?” he asked, now at the door.
Quackity nodded. “Yeah, Wil’s coming here soon, I think.”
“Alright. Bye, Quackity.”
Tubbo left and Quackity sat in the silence of the room.
“Q?”
“Heyyy, Wilbur…!”
Wilbur climbed into the room through the window. “Are you drunk?”
“Why do you always go through the window?”
“Why not? Duckling, you’re avoiding my question. Are. You. Drunk?”
“Maayybeee… why?”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t anymore. Let me guess. You had to talk about Schlatt, didn’t you?”
“Mhm!” Quackity drank what was left in the bottle he held.
“No wonder. Come on. Take your drinks and get out. We both don’t need you forgetting about this and then you having a panic attack because it smells like alcohol,” Wilbur spoke firmly, shoving a couple bottles into Quackity’s hands, then pushed him out of the door.
“What about my paperwork—”
“I can do that. I’ve seen your signature long enough to forge it correctly. Now go.”
“Okay—”
The door closed and Quackity leaned against it, drinking. A few minutes passed and Quackity saw Sam walk out of a room.
“Oh, hey, Sam—” His eyes widened when he saw Ponk and Foolish follow behind him. “…you’re joking, right.”
“Quackity?” Sam walked over to the duck hybrid. “Why are you—? Oh. The interview. Him. How come you’re out here, then? You won’t move out from there unless you absolutely have to or if someone forces you to.”
“Wilbur made me.”
“Isn’t he your rival?”
“He’s also my fiancé.”
“Congratulations, I guess. Is… is that the reason you’ve been so… happy these days?”
“Yeah. Y’know, you could come to it, bring your boyfriends. Honestly, I’d be happy if you did.”
“Oh…! In that case… I’ll go.”
“Your boyfriends have been staring for a while.”
“I’ll go. Take care of yourself, mi patito. Love you.”
“Love you, too, Papa.”
Sam hugged Quackity, smiling softly, then went to Foolish and Ponk, the trio going further and further as Quackity slowly started to lose his consciousness. Then everything went dark.
“Wilbur? You’re still here?”
“Of course, duckling, how else did you manage to get back in here?”
“Was I… drunk last night? I don’t really remember much.”
“Yes.”
“Wilbur, I told Sam about our engagement.”
“Did he react like Phil?”
“…the opposite, actually.”
“Good.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is?”
“I almost told him about them.”
Wilbur’s seemingly calm facade dropped almost immediately. His face went pale. “They… they could’ve been in trouble. Other people could’ve found out. You said that yourself, Q.”
“I know. I probably would’ve said it if Sam hadn’t left, I’m—”
Wilbur cut Quackity off. “Do not say you’re sorry. You were drunk last night and we’re both overprotective of them. It’s okay. I’ll have to go now, see if I could get Niki or my mother to go to the wedding.”
“Okay…”
“Duckling, you alright?”
“I’ll miss you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back.”
The duck hybrid smiled at this information, hugging the taller. Wilbur returned the hug, waved a small goodbye to Quackity, then left.
Quackity stood there for a while until Slime entered the room, forcing him back into his tight work schedule.