chapter 11 - so it came in handy.
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"GOING DARK, DON'T HIT ME UP. Y/N DOESN'T LOVE ME," was yelled out by quackity in his auto tuned voice as his minecraft character ran around the dreamsmp spawn naked.

it had been a good two months since you "broke" quackity's heart by picking niki on the dating show love or host. you won, yes, because niki chose love. but you felt kind of bad when you found out quackity had chosen love, too.

"how many times-" you pinched the bridge of your nose. "quackity, i still love you!"

"those words mean nothing to me," he said, adding to the effect by crying in his filtered voice. "you literally married niki the first day you joined the smp... EVEN AFTER YOU TOLD TOMMY THAT YOU AND I WERE MARRIED!"

"well, i-" you stopped when a pop-up in the chat of the game caught your eye. "oh, look who showed up."

@tommyinnit just joined the game.

CHAT
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@tommyinnit - HELLO
@quackity - HOLA THOMAS
@tommyinnit - BIG Q
@daiisy - child
@tommyinnit - woman
@tommyinnit - how are you
@daiisy - i'm good, thanks for asking. how are you?
@tommyinnit - good. i am good, thanks
@quackity - what the fuck

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you moved your character closer to quackity, standing in front of him, you crouch your player as you asked him if something was wrong.

quackity laughed, just as tommy joined the voice chat, "he's not yelling at you or calling you a bitch!"

"eh, y/n is a bitch but she's tolerable so she's alright."

"gee," you rolled your eyes, sarcastically, "love the flattery, tommy, thanks."

"your welcome," he said, sounding rather proud of himself for no reason whatsoever. "you guys are at the spawn, innit? i'm on my way."

then quackity asked him, just to be careful, "tommy, are you streaming?"

"yeah. why, aren't you?"

"we're just making sure," you told him, "and no, neither of us are." quackity and you had been hanging out on the dreamsmp for about over an hour now, joking around and basically doing nothing.

ever since you two met and started playfully flirting with each other after dream's enormous donation, you couldn't help the attachment you'd grown towards him. not once had you missed a day where you hadn't been in a call with him at least once. minecraft, jackbox, different horror games, chill streams - you were always featured in his streams and he was always hung around in yours.

"were you two making kissy faces at each other? EW!" tommy expressed his disgust as he made his way to where you and quackity were.

you hit him with your fist in the game. "THE WEBCAMS AREN'T EVEN-"

"y/n, kiss me," demanded quackity, standing in between you and tommy.

"you know what, q? sure."

tommy hollered out a "gross" at the top of his lungs, causing the both of you to look at him. "GOOD. BYE." and he left the voice chat.

almost as though you and quackity knew what the other was thinking, your minecraft heads slowly but dramatically tuned to face each other, leading to erupt into laughter after a few seconds.

suddenly hearing someone join the voice chat, you were not expecting it to be tommy coming back.

"pfft - tommy, i thought you-" you were about to ask him why he had chosen to come back, but he cut you off.

he spat, "y/n, you're a pussy." his obnoxiously loud laugh took over the initially somewhat quiet call.

"oh, no. tommy, man, listen," quackity whispered, as if only him and tommy were able to hear, "i'm saying this for your own good, you better start fucking running before she-"

"one on one, bitch, i'll show you who the real fucking pussy is," you threatened him lightheartedly as you quickly equipped your armor.

quackity sighed like he knew what was going to happen next. "i told you to run, man."

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tommy lost. horribly. three rounds, you had won two and tommy got lucky winning the second one.

"LET'S GO, CARIÑO!" quackity cheered you on while running around in circles, making you smile.

tommy grunted, slamming his desk, "BIG Q, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CHEERING HER ON?!"

"she's my wife, tommy."

"wait, what?" tommy breathed out, "i thought you were married to niki, y/n? i mean, i was the fucking flower boy!"

"i am," you said, bluntly, "q's talking about real life."

"WHAT-"

you chuckled at his reaction, "sorry, toms, i think i'm gonna go now, bub."

"WAIT-" and you left the call.

as you slumped back into your incredible comfortable gaming chair, you remembered your "husband" had been in that call too. and you left him with the child.

cursing under your breath, you opened up discord once again, and just as your were about to hit the call button - he had called you himself.

having the cameras on this time, you saw a pout visible on quackity's face. "you forgot about me, y/n..." he said, lowering his head but was still looking at you.

with your eyes on him, you had no idea what the sudden feeling you got in your stomach was. butterflies? maybe. but you pushed that thought away as quickly as the feeling came in.

"okay, first, i'm really sorry, big q! i didn't mean to leave you behind," you apologized, your eyebrows knitted. "and second, you look like a really adorable kitten - oh, my god." you swiftly moved your fingers to your keyboard, capturing the screen and saving it to your computer.

he let out a gasp, looking back up, a small smile now plastered onto his face as he tried to seem mad. "did you just take a screenshot?!"

you pursed your lip trying not to smile. as easy as it sounded, it was kind of difficult to not laugh as you thought about him having cat ears on. "...i have no idea what you're talking about."

"so you did! i'll get one of you too then, y/n, save it as my wallpaper maybe." quackity reached for his keyboard. but you were too fast for him as you had quickly shut off your webcam.

"hey!" he frowned, crossing his arms like a little kid who didn't get what he wanted.

you giggled lightly. "suck it, duck-boy! or should i say cat-boy?"

a small smirk grew on his face just as those words escaped your lips. "i'll be your cat-boy if you want me to, y/n." quackity said, so very innocently - it caught you off guard.

you both exploded into laughter after a moment of silence from your shock of what he said. though he wasn't able to you - you could see him dobbled over, holding his stomach desperately in order to catch his breath, which only made you cackle even more.

"when-" his voice cracked in a breathless tone. "shit i actually have tears in my eyes." he uttered out, wiping the corner of his eyes. "when are the cat ears arriving?"

"no, no!" you stopped him, still trying to catch your breath. you turned your webcam back on so that he wouldn't exactly feel alone. "no more cat-boy quackity, please! duck-boy quackity is better."

"okay," he shrugged. both of you calmed down a little, yet still had massive grins spread across your faces. "i'll be whatever you want me to be, y/n."

"that's kind of a dangerous game to play, bud."

"i trust you."

"well, just be yourself, alex. i'll love that."

you swear you caught his cheeks flush a light pink, but it could've just been the lighting in his room. you grinned wider as you saw a more genuine smile grow on his face.

you asked him as he raised his eyebrows whilst smiling at you, "what? what's wrong?"

"you just called me alex."

he had a reason to be surprised, you never called him alex - it was always just "quackity", "big q", or even just simply "q". it wasn't that you didn't want to call him by his real name. in all honesty, you felt like you didn't really deserve the right to do so. you face-palmed. "sorry, i didn't mean to-"

"no!" he blurted, a little too loudly causing you to be slightly startled. "it's totally okay, you can call me alex if you want, y/n. i mean, it is my name. quackity is just a persona."

you beamed, nodding.

talking to him for another thirty minutes or so, you were sad when alex said he needed to get ready for his stream. he told you to come watch his stream if you could and you assured him that you would. the both of you said your goodbyes and just as he left the call, you felt the atmosphere die down - as if the bright energy that had initially been there left with him.

you didn't know what it was with alex, but he gave you so much happiness, you couldn't help but constantly think of him - no matter how hard you tried not to.

maybe you liked him? you weren't sure and merely told yourself to keep feelings, something extremely tricky to deal with, away from this.

with you trapped inside your brain, your hands, however, decided to have a mind of their own. you grabbed your phone without thinking and dialed up a number you never thought you'd call. ever.

you had no idea why alex had given this number to you randomly one day, he only told you that it was for a "just in case" precaution or something - in case if something happened, you'd have someone to contact if he wasn't available. it was a sweet gesture, but you never thought it'd actually come in handy though.

you took a deep breath, thinking over what you were spontaneously about to do as the person on the other side picked up.

running the words through your head, you finally said, "hola. ¿esta es la madre de alexis?"
( hello. is this alexis' mother? )

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